Studio Break | yoonkook

Studio Break

A/N: The title sucks, I'm sorry.

I think this was an improvement compared to the last time I wrote smut, but I'm still terrible at it, so thank you if you finish reading it and I hope you like it!

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It's a known fact that ever since Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok have gotten their new studios they've been spending an awful amount of time cramped in them, either working on their personal projects or working on songs for their upcoming comebacks, and Yoongi was especially guilty of that, given that's been a (bad) habit of his since their pre debut days.

The black haired man barely spent time in the dorms anymore, even after releasing his mixtape, sometimes not even bothering to go back there to sleep-it's not like he ever slept, or even took small breaks, while working on new tracks anyways.

Namjoon, contrary to Yoongi, went back to the dorms regularly without exceeding periods of over 48 hours. He still showed signs of being tired nonetheless, almost falling over his own feet when trampling over their door frame, and hungry for something else other than instant ramen (but at least he had finished the melody to a new song and had started on a few others). Hoseok was often found in the same state, groaning while he went home after a tiring day of work; but he was always on time, not being a big fan of pulling all-nighters, and often in the company of another member, either Jimin or Jungkook, or even Namjoon on occasion, since he tried to split his time evenly between being in the studio and at their dance practice room.

In one of those days where Namjoon came back home early, Jin, busy in the kitchen with the duty of heating up their dinner and upon hearing the sound of the door being closed and keys clinking on the glass of the table near the entrance, chuckled to himself, stirring the pan one last time before putting the lid on it and turning the oven off. He peeked into the living room, spotting a body slumped over the couch.

"Welcome back! Now go wash your hands and get ready to eat." He greeted and Namjoon grunted in return, dragging his tired limbs from their comfortable spot on the couch to the bathroom down the hallway. When the leader walked past the kitchen he stopped for a moment, closing his eyes as the delicious smell of a homemade meal surrounded him. He nodded, pleased.

"By the way," Jin said, bringing Nanjoom back from his smell trip, "is Yoongi coming for dinner? Or is he going to spend the whole night working again?" the elder tried to keep his expression blank, but the worry and sliver of hope were still evident in his voice.

"I don't know," Nanjoom looked at him apologetically, "I only talked to him once earlier today, and he was almost finished with three songs already. I don't understand how he can be this talented, he seemed so focused on them... As soon as I finished my own song I came straight here though, checking up on him again didn't really cross my mind..." He trailed off.

Jin sighed, complaining under his breath that Yoongi should take better care of himself and halfheartedly accusing Namjoon of not being a good leader. The rapper just shrugged and rubbed his face, then walked to the bathroom in slow steps as the other got started on setting up the table.

Not long after that the other members came back from dance practice-Jin and Taehyung were in vocal practice instead and, unlike the dancers that stayed late to work on some new routines, they decided it was best to head straight home and stop at the market to buy the necessary ingredients for their meal; their fridge was nearly empty now that they spent long hours preparing for the new comeback-and dinner was served as they all took their seats on the table.