butterflies.

COBALT.

コバルト / PART NINE

jimin had grown distant in the upcoming months to debut. he's obsessed with training, with perfecting his image before it would be revealed to the public. when he wasn't in the practice room going over moves again and again, he was in the gym working out. when he wasn't sleeping, he was in front of a mirror practicing facial expressions.

yoongi hadn't wanted to admit it but missed the younger boy by his side.

it wasn't that he couldn't understand why jimin was acting as he did, because yoongi was doing the same. just in different ways. when they didn't have mandatory practice he was in the studio, changing beats and adding in bars, shifting them back and forth while adding on layers. there'd be days he would think one cord was perfect and his heart would skip a beat every time he played back the track. and then in the next it would be absolute rubbish and he would delete it without hesitation.

they weren't songs for their debut album - those had been finalized, as much as yoongi's fingers were twitching to edit them one last time, management had expressively forbid him from touching them. they were potential songs for their next album, and they had to be a step above whatever they would be releasing in months time.

"how's it going?" namjoon asked as he sank himself into the chair next to yoongi, groaning as his spine cracked.

"same old," yoongi muttered, clicking the mouse furiously as he dragged and dropped several chords into the bin.

namjoon cocked an eyebrow to the screen, "i thought you liked that section?"

"not anymore" yoongi replied, nearly growling at the other. there was something building under his skin, fire and ice and snakes, all smooth and scaly and they were slithering around the traceries of his veins. he wanted to pluck them out, extract them, anything to get rid of the itchy sensation. it felt like there was something foreign inside of his body, circulating on his system.

"you okay?" namjoon leaned over. yoongi had been scratching at his arms without realizing it, the sleeves rucking up, almost to a dangerous point.

"i'm fine," he said roughly, standing abruptly and closing down his whole file without saving it. "i'm going to take a shower."

namjoon watched him go with an unnerved look. he nodded as yoongi had flung open the studio door so forcefully it collided with the wall, making namjoon wince at the though of the paint chipping and the managers being angry.

when yoongi was gone, namjoon clicked open the file again. the song was short, incomplete, and only had a few base layers. but it was tough and gritty and it sounded like despair and terror wrapped up into one chaotic clash, the dissonance of the beats, the rough heavy drum of the background.

it sounded like yoongi was simultaneously shouting and crying out at the world, and as the track wound to a halt, namjoon felt like he just walked through a storm and barely came out alive,

okay so this is a filler & it was rushed so sorry for stupid/silly mistakes