7 + 1 Talents ♪ KTH

Chapter 10 / Elevator

The next day, I surprisingly didn't wake up to Namjoon standing beside my bed. This time, my alarm woke me up.

Today we were going to record the new versions of a few songs, since somewhere my voice had to go. I made my way down the stairs. It's been a week since the embarassing scene of me and Taehyung that night.

In the kitchen I found Namjoon sitting there, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

"Good morning." I said and let out a yawn. He didn't even bother to look up.

"Morning."

"Why are you up already? I thought I'd be the first one downstairs this morning."

He shook his head and cracked a smile. "Nope. Never. I am always up first."

I frowned. "Boy it's literally 5.30 am. What is wrong with you?"

He chuckled. "You are so screwed."

"And why is that now?"

He finally looked up from his device. "This is perfectly normal for us. The other's should come down in about- speaking of the devil. Morning Mochi."

I turned around and saw Jimin standing in the door frame to the kitchen. He looked kind of sleepy. He ran his fingers through his hair lazely before he walked towards the kitchen counter where Namjoon was sitting on one of those high stools. He patted him on the shoulder and murmured a quiet "Morning" before making his way to the coffee machine.

He poured himself a black coffee and then joined our conversation.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"How can you all be so chilled about this time? I slept for less than four hours, and you don't even flinch? What the heck is wrong with y'all?"

They first looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. I pouted and angrily folded my arms in front of my chest.

But then it suddenly stopped.

I turned to them and they both at kind of startled expression plastered on their faces. I raised an eyebrow.

"What is wrong with-"

I turned to the door, which Namjoon was silently pointing to it. And there stood Yoongi. And his eyes burnt with rage.

I gave him a look, asking, what was up with him.

"You little €#/&*)!-=]¤¥%€₩!!!! You woke me up!"

"Fuck."

I turned back to the other guys' direction. Jimin squeaked like a four year old girl that just found a spider in the sink.

I rolled my eyes. I knew Yoongi's overdramatic morning scenes, so it didn't bother me anymore. I looked him straight in the eye, not even blinking. He stared back furiously.

"You can stop the fuzz now. You needed to get up either way."

He rolled his eyes and with a cup of fresh coffee he stomped out of the kitchen again.

Namjoon eyed me from his seat, obviously shocked. "How did you do that?"

I shrugged. "I've experienced way worse when we were still living under one roof. This was mild."

I didn't wait for their reactions and made my way back to my room and put on some casual fashion and then made a turn to the bathroom.

I just brushed my teeth when there was a careful knock on the door. With my toothbrush in my mouth I walked towards the door and opened it. In front of it stood Taehyung.

"Morning, what is it?" I muffled through the toothbrush. He scratched the back of his neck and made a step backwards.

"I just wanted to make sure if someone is in here before I go in. Sorry for interrupting."

He then made a turn and walked away. I shrugged it of and made myself ready.

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When I walked to the van outside of the house almost all of them were present. The only empty seat was the one to my left. I guess Hoseok overslept.

When he still wasn't there after 10 minutes Namjoon had enough and went in, and just a few minutes later dragged Hoseok out by his hair. I could see how pissed the older man was.

Hoseok sat down beside me and rubbed his head. "That was quite harsh of Namjoon." I commented.

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The drive was mostly silent. It was a longer one once again, so I didn't even try to stay awake.

When we were there, Jimin carefully woke me up from his shoulder.

I stepped out the car and looked up to the building we parked in front of. It was built very high, with a lot of windows around it.

Yoongi grabbed my arm and basically dragged me inside. I was lost in thought again.

We went through large hallways, massive wooden doors to both sides. Each and every of them had a sign, numbering them. Those light signs reminded me of cinemas.

At the very end of the hall there was an elevator.

We squeezed in, and I was almost unable to breathe because of the small space. Heck, my claustrophobia kicked in.

"Which floor do we have to get on?" I asked, well, pretty much murmured, since there was no air to even breathe.

Beeing even shorter than Jimin wasn't helping at all.

"21th." Yoongi replied from my right.

The doors closed, and soon, I felt the elevator lift up.

This was a little much for me to handle. I hated elevators, small places and the life taking feeling from the oxygen lack around me and in my lungs.

It felt like the universe wanted me dead before I even got to living my dreams.

I started to quietly hyperventilate, trying to control myself from fainting.

When I looked at the small monitor of the elevator, it read that we just arrived at the 4th floor, and I was already mentally unstable.

I continued to burn in my own personal hell called mind when someone took my hand and gripped it firmly with their own.

I stopped breathing for a long second, looking to my right to see Taehyung.

He wasn't looking at me, but I guess he felt how uncomfortable I was in that goddamn elevator.

Our fingers intervined and I started to feel at ease. Somehow he calmed me with this little gesture.

My breathing started to normalise again, and just now I felt my face heat up.

I think I could go through as a fire engine.

The bell of elevator suddenly rang, and I snapped out of my trance.

The guys started to flow out of the elevator, and he let go off my hand.

Why does it feel so cold all of a sudden?