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Yoongi Faints

Taehyung's POV -

Last night, all of the fire alarms in the dorm and in the BigHit building went off, which meant that we all had to evacuate at like 3 a.m or something. Not gonna lie to you, Hoseok's ass was hanging out and I was laughing too much to tell him. On a more serious note, we had to go to an emergency accommodation, since the fire fighters said that there was an electrical fault somewhere in the electrics, which could actually set on fire and burn us all to death. We couldn't take any of our stuff with us, which was a little stressful, since we all have work in there that we aren't really ready to lose. By the time we had actually managed to find somewhere that had space for us all, it was well into morning and it was time to start our schedule for the day.

Today should be a piece of cake. We just got back to Korea two days ago, and we only have two special concerts left before this album and tour come to a close. However, we have a week to rest up and get ready, and, before then, we're hoping to get back into our home.

When the alarm had gone off, Yoongi was in his studio, though luckily he heard it and left with the rest of us. So many times he's had his headphones on way too loud and hasn't heard a single announcement in the building. He didn't get to sleep at all last night. In fact, he didn't sleep on the flight back from Europe, and he was in the studio all that night too. I don't think he's actually slept since getting back.

In the van on the way to a temporary dance studio, I look over at him. He looks pale and cramped up between Seokjin and Jungkook, who are both fast asleep. Every so often, his head starts to nod and he nearly falls asleep, but suddenly he'll jolt back up and start furiously typing something into his phone. I know he's working on something.

"Hyung, you look tired," I say quietly, as everyone else is asleep.

He looks over at me. "I am."

"Why don't you take a nap? We've still got another 20 minutes before we get there..."

He smiles softly. "I'll be okay. I've so nearly finished with this song... there's just one bit that I can't get right. Wanna listen?"

I put the earphones into my ears, and press play. It has a classic Yoongi style, with a heavy bass and a strong rap line. However, nearing the end of the song, it sounds just slightly hectic, where Yoongi has obviously been working on it while running on no sleep. I look up at him to point this out, but he's grinning up at me shyly, watching my face for my reaction. I smile back at him. "It's great. It's just like you."

He nods a little. "I want it to be a little more hip-hop sort of rap than the rest of our songs. I'm not really the biggest fan of cutesy little pop songs that we seem to be doing recently."

I wince a little, since I helped out a lot on those "cutesy" pop songs. I'm allowed to be proud of them, right? I put a lot of effort into them.

"But what I'm thinking," Yoongi continues, "is that maybe I could save it for my own mixtape. I've got a couple lined up and this one really suits the mood. I just can't get that damn ending right. Every time I'm about to lay down to sleep, I suddenly think of a new way that could sort of save it, and then I can't get it out of my head and relax until I go and do it; but none of it ever sounds right. I've tried changing everything, but it only keeps getting worse so that I have to delete all of my changes." He gestures a little wildly, shaking Jungkook awake. He whines softly, squinting at Yoongi grumpily.

"Did you even eat breakfast today?"

"No. I didn't get the chance. But I packed a few snacks to eat when we have a break in the choreo."

"You'll make yourself sick."

He smiles again and shrugs me off, waking up Seokjin now. He whines the exact same way Jungkook did, glaring just as sleepily. "No, I won't. You know me, I just trudge on."