[ Reflection ] I NAMJIN

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Namjoon's P.O.V

              The studio was quiet the only noise coming from Yoongi's computer as he played back for me some of the beats he had created for one of our new songs. Nodding our heads to the beat, I look at him with a slight smirk.  

              "Damn Yoongi, you came up with this in one night? That's talent right there," I compliment patting him on the back. A small smile forms on his face as he shakes off the compliment. I pick up my phone looking at the time, 7:27 a.m.

              I had only been up for an hour, but Yoongi stayed up the whole night, and it was noticeable from the dark circles under his eyes and the slight bobbing of his head. I chuckle at him, earning a glare in response.           

              "You should really take a break man, relax, we're done with our tour and any upcoming shoots for a while now. We should be resting," I insist rubbing his back soothingly. The older man just hummed in response, standing up from his spot on the chair and lazily walking over to the sofa, flopping on it, and closing his tired eyes.

              I walk out of the room closing the door behind me softly, not wanting to wake the already sleeping boy. I walked through the halls of our shared apartment.

I've known Yoongi for what seems like an eternity now. Having been friends throughout high school and college. We each knew what the others darkest secrets, hope and dreams were. It was during college when we had started to rap in the same club, first as solo rappers before we decided to start collaborating with each other. Mainly for the fact that we both had a unique style to our music.

As it was, we already had an audience on our own but the fact that we started working together is what really brought us a lot of attention and set us off.

              Before we knew it, we had companies wanting to sign us as a rap/hip hop duo. We were both ecstatic at the thought of finally making our dreams come true and as best friends at that.

              That had been four years ago. In those four years, we blew up to be 'global superstars' as magazines liked to refer to us as. We didn't mind the title, it wasn't really who we were, but whatever made the world happy.

I open the door to my room, jumping on my bed, engulfing the white bed sheets and taking in the scent of comfort they provided. I wanted sleep to welcome me back so badly, but I really wanted a peaceful day to myself as I had originally planned. I groan pushing myself back up, taking a couple of steps to my closet, sliding the white door open. I looked at the countless of black clothing articles I owned. Messily going through them until I found a simple black hoodie. I slide the door back to its original spot, sliding the opposite door open, and taking a pair of light wash jeans off a hanger. Crouching slightly, I open the drawer at the bottom of my closet, picking out a pair of boxer briefs and socks.

              I take my belonging in with me to the restroom, setting them down on the sink and going to turn on the water. Setting the water to a hot temperature, I can see the steam start to fog up the mirror, as I slowly start to undress myself.

The slight coldness from the temperature nipping at my skin giving me visible goose bumps throughout my body.  Pulling down my boxers, I breathe in from shock as the last article of clothing I wore no longer provided me warmth. Hurrying to step into the warm water, I sigh as I welcomed the liquid warmth. Letting it run down my spine, standing right under the shower head, letting the water fall directly onto my face for a few seconds, letting it take charge of washing away the sleep from my body. I look down, taking a couple of deep breaths as I try to relax myself and let all of my nerves go.

              It had been a while since I was able to take a proper shower in the comfort of my own apartment. After having been on tour for almost a year, its all I could think about. Coming back home.  Sure, I enjoyed every moment of traveling the world and the smiles we would put on our beloved fans, but it did get tiring at times.

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              Stepping out of the bathroom I throw the towel onto the back of my desk chair, stumbling  around my room looking for some shoes to wear. Crouching to look under my bed I see my Timbs, staring back at me. I shrug pulling them out into the light and slipping them onto my feet. I glanced at myself in the mirror, taking in my lax appearance. Giving my reflection a slight smirk, I chuckle as I add a light cream-colored hat as a finishing touch to my outfit.

I pick up my black bag from the floor, throwing in my wallet, headphones and a pair of black sunglasses, walking quietly out of my room, making sure to not do anything that would awaken the older in the other room

              Passing the kitchen, I stop to think about making myself a cup of coffee. I chose not to, thinking about treating myself to a cup of coffee from a small café, I go to a lot when I'm back home. Making my way to the door, I picked up my keys, opening the door and stepping outside, starting the walk to my little journey.

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A/N:
So kind of a rough start I know lol
But I haven't written anything in yeeeaarrrrsss
Maybe since Quotev was a thing???
(If any of you guys know what I'm talking about please let me know if not I'm just gonna feel old and weird lol)
But hopefully you guys enjoy the story! It's purely fiction so I'm sorry if some of the things I mention on here aren't facts!
This story was suppose to be waaayyy different from what it ended up being. However I kind of like where I'm headed with it right now
I'm on here as a way to de stress and using it as a creative outlet, so although I'll try to post very often I'm not sure what my schedule will be like just yet!
None the less thanks for giving me a chance 💜