LACUNA | YOONMIN (Under Editing)

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*Reaching the top is just the beginning; the true challenge lies in staying there.*

-TMYstories

Yoongi jumped out of the taxi with excitement, not even bothering to take his change as he hurriedly paid the driver and ran after Jimin. Jimin, who had rushed ahead without waiting, was already at the security entrance of the building where the studio was located. But when Jimin couldn't get past security due to not having a card, he turned around with a look of disappointment and glanced at Yoongi.

He quickly caught up, wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulders and handing him a security card from his pocket. The building was generally quiet at this late hour, and Yoongi was well aware that each floor housed different offices, not regular apartments. It was one of Hannam's most luxurious complexes, favored by many who wished to conduct independent work, and Yoongi had no regrets about spending a third of his savings here.

As the elevator ascended to the top floor, Jimin could hardly contain his excitement, shifting from foot to foot and biting his full lips nervously. He took Jimin's hand.

"If I had known you'd be this excited, I would have asked you sooner."

Jimin placed a hand over his heart and took a deep breath.

"Of course I'm excited. You want to record a song that belongs to you with me."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and silenced Jimin by placing a finger on his lips.

"A song I wrote for you," he corrected.

"Even if it's about me, you're in it too."

He was right. When Yoongi wrote his songs, he poured his battles, dreams, past, and future into them, creating a rollercoaster of emotions. Now, officially bringing his songs to life made him feel like he was on a real rollercoaster-thrilled, fearful, and adrenaline-filled, yet unforgettable.

When they entered the studio, Yoongi switched on the lights, pleased with the nearly complete setup of equipment and furniture. As hours passed and night slowly gave way to dawn, they still hadn't finished the recording.

"One more time," Jimin insisted, and Yoongi restarted the recording. Jimin kicked off his shoes, unaware of the sweet sound his bare feet made on the floor, which distracted Yoongi. He sat cross-legged on the floor, holding the microphone and lyrics.

Yoongi looked at Jimin, whose T-shirt had ridden up, exposing his beautiful waist and warm skin. He quickly refocused on the computer. As Jimin sang, he occasionally peeked at Yoongi, causing him to swallow hard and snap a few photos of Jimin with his eyes closed, lost in the music.

When the recording finally ended, Jimin stretched out on the floor, arms and legs spread.

"I could sleep right here."

Yoongi got up and hurried to him, grabbing his hand to pull him up.

"No way. If you don't want to be sore all over, get up and lie on the couch. Or we can call a taxi and go home."

Jimin puffed out his cheeks and whined, not wanting to lose his sweet drowsiness on the way home.

"I want to sleep here."

Yoongi looked at the couch and then at Jimin.

"Alright, you take the couch, and I'll find a spot at your feet."

But Jimin shook his head, got up, and led Yoongi by the hand to the couch. He gently pushed Yoongi down onto the couch and then lay down on top of him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Before resting his head on Yoongi's chest, Jimin took in his scent and kissed his neck. Yoongi's heart raced, his breath quickening. He whispered into Jimin's ear,