June 20 @ 2:10 AM
Yoongi was dead tired. The man would never admit out loud that his work tired him out more than he knew he deserved. Mot to mention how the heat from the summer sun has been beating at his body mildly.
His love for what he did was too much deep for him to stop. The hard beats he made were so good that he just could work for hours. The days he worked became too long which in hein sight wasn't the best idea, but he worked as hard as he ever did.
He liked being busy. He liked that he could keep himself company by being in front of cheap auto equipment, listening to the same beat over and over again till a satisfied grin came upon his face.
Yoongi always thought of it that way. This isn't new. He's been doing it for almost 2 years, and there's no stopping.
Tonight was a lot quieter than usual. The moon lit up most of his way to his and Namjoon's messy apartment which needed a deep cleaning, but neither boys paid too much mind. He noticed how the streets he walked were too quiet for a Friday night. Finding the apartment dark wasn't out of ordinary. Namjoon must've slept early tonight.
Yoongi stepped around the apartment after taking off his shoes, and putting his things by the front door. Taking off his sweater was quite the pain, not to mention the one striking his side lately.
He's been experiencing a sharp pain on the right side of his chest for two weeks now. It causes pain to struck him randomly throughout his days of doing nothing.
He is trying to figure out if its maybe the way he's been sitting at his studio desk for hours. Namjoon says he should get it checked out, but they both know Yoongi couldn't possibly afford any doctor visits with how tight their bills are. It was also nothing major, so he figured it was maybe just gas.
"Still hurting?" A voice is heard from the kitchen.
Yoongi lets out a noise in acknowledgement once he's toed off his shoes.
"Why are you awake?"
Namjoon shrugs. "I was drinking milk, heard it helps." Yoongi nods and heads to their room with the younger following. Namjoon pats Yoongi's shoulder when he sees his best friend stand in front of the closed bathroom door as if to say goodnight.
Yoongi doesn't get much sleep that night.
and the few following after that.

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