BTS Oneshots

○ - Rest (M.YG)

You visit your boyfriend at the recording studio and convince him to take a break.
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Yoongi sighed as he tapped a few random keys on his keyboard. The man slouched in a comfy office chair inside his recording studio. He had been there for almost thirteen hours now. As he had been the past two weeks.

He had mentioned to you about working on a new solo album. And that could only mean one thing. Less night's at home with you and more nights spent away, recording and writing for who knows how long. Yoongie never seemed to get any rest when it came to his music.

It was one of the reasons you had fallen in love with him.

He was a perfectionist when his career was involved. When his heart was fully into something. And this new album seemed to be just the thing for now. Of course, he loved you as well. He would send you short messages to let you know that he was still alive at least. And that he didn't somehow decompose and merge into his recording chair.

But things like this always worried you. The last time something like this happened, he had come home and collapsed from exhaustion. He slept for two days straight after that. Only getting up to use the bathroom.

But now, even as you kept calling him, he wasn't answering. It was getting late and the dinner that you had made had gone cold on the table. You were pretty sure he forgot tonight's date night. Which wasn't a new thing, but still.

So, you made up your mind as you picked at your food. You were going to go down to his studio and check on him. Maybe he needed a break or at least a coffee! Something to keep him awake. Not that you planned on leaving without him.

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When you pulled into the studio parking lot, you grabbed your bag and the two cups of coffee you had made at home. One for you and one for Yoongi. You used the elevator once you were inside the tall building, tapping your foot impatiently as you watched the numbers climb higher and higher.

It was times like these that made you think of him. When the world was quiet and asleep. And you were alone.

You had met yoongi during a period in his life where he had been very sad and lost. Not knowing what to do next with his life. You had been friends. Acquaintances. You hadn't talked very often, but you ran in the same crowds when you two were young. Your families knew each other.

You had started crushing on him the second his hands had touched a piano key. Playing an old song that he had written the tune to.  His voice quiet as he mouthed words. You had watched him, knowing that he was going to do great things one day. And now he was. He was a famous producer, rapper, Idol.

He had it all. And he had you. The two of you started dating about three years ago. You started talking about home and were checking on him when you asked to meet for coffee. And the rest was history. It turned out that the both of you were completely content with each other. You both liked sleeping and lounging around. You liked music. And you really liked to drink on occasion.

The soft elevator ding shook you out of your trance, the metal doors opening slowly to the floor of the building. Your walk was short as you made a few turns down the hall. Nodding at a few security guards as you passed them.of course they knew who you were. It wasn't the first time you'd visited your boyfriend while he (or his brothers) were working on music.