Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Taehyung's POV

I look in the mirror of the bathroom on the fifth floor for the last time before leaving, I touch my hair, it feels soft as usual after they finish dyeing it...the treatment is fine, but the problem comes when I have to take care of it.

Even so, I can't deny that I look good even though I'm a little sweaty from practices and from being away from home all day. I think I could go get ready before I leave but I stop when I remember that Jimin is already home and that it is preferable to avoid any questions.

I leave closing the door and with nervous hands, I feel like at the beginning but in a different way: I'm still a victim of my purest emotions but now they feel freer. I have bet everything for this and for myself, and now I am one step closer.

In addition to everything, today I received very good news with the tour that we will go on in a few days after the recordings, about my health condition that is back to normal, and above all, my position of freedom by being able to stay with Namjoon all night. It's the only thing I really think about: being alone with him, and so I hurry down the elevator to the recording studio floor.

I walk through the halls and greet several people who stayed late to work, I pass the doors of each member until I reach mine, and next to her, is his. I see the 'Rkive' sign on the door carved in wood and I take a deep breath to knock on the door.

"Joonie?" Nobody answers me and so I put my hand on the knob, turn it slowly and see inside.

It is totally empty, only his open chair and the computer on reveal human movement, surely, he went out for coffee or something, he always does when he works late and now, well, we will probably stay until very late.

I bite my lip and rush inside, closing the door behind me. I turn for a moment to see the computer screen and see that he was working on a new track, probably for his own mixtape or something, I go over and put play on it. A quiet but forceful rhythm begins, then a guitar tone and an ascending pause before it ends.

"Cool." I say to myself and gasp before turning to look around.

In addition to the piano and his chair, there are shelves with books, notebooks, and some dolls. I look at them from afar and focus on the desk with speakers and a picture of a concert and another with the seven members together, I smile. I walk into the room to where his new collection paintings are and look at them, internally wondering why he likes them so much if I can't see beyond them. He has that thing about thinking outside the box, unfortunately I don't.

I can only admire art for the feeling it portrays, but abstract things have never been my forte. I stare at it anyway, and at one point even reach out my hand to carefully touch its edge.

I let my mind wander to the color of the room, its shapes, and the passage of time. Then I hear the door open, and I turn to see Namjoon walking in with two cups of what I guess is coffee, it seems that he hasn't seen me, and I take the opportunity to watch him carefully while he mutters something and sits in his chair. 

He looks so cute I think I'm gonna die

I know...

I stand and resist the urge to run to him when he takes out the phone and dials, I want to ask who is calling but the vibration in my pocket answers me.

Then finally Namjoon turns to look at me in surprise.

"Tae, how long have you been there?" He asks in a raspy voice.

"Not much, he was looking at your studio... I had never paid any real attention to  it in detail," I reply calmly and continue looking at his paintings.