Yoongi oneshot [collections]

producer

Seoul, South Korea

BigHit Entertainment

She blinked slowly, almost deliberately, as she trudged through the doors of her workplace and headed for the elevators across the lobby. The receptionist smiled and waved as usual, though only received a short sideways glance and a halfhearted, tired grin from the passerby.

A quiet yawn worked its way through her lips and her eyelids fluttered in the slightest. She watched the elevator doors close in front of her, then leaned back against the wall across from the double doors until they opened on the second floor.

With her single free hand, she adjusted her beanie further down on her head and clutched her messy notebook closer to her chest. She walked past the practice room that she didn't become so familiar with, followed by the temporary area assigned to the makeup and waredrobe departments, then turned the corner nearest to the bathrooms to hit the studio space and employee lounge.

Only the first floor had been effected by the recent renovations for more space, and she found herself thanking Sihyuk for the studio space on the second floor rather than where he originally had her years prior.

The door to her darkened studio opened and she tumbled in, blindly reaching about the wall next to the door for the light switch.

An almost innumerable amount of books lined the walls in makeshift white shelves Donghyuk had helped her hang up while several keyboards were positioned around the frame of the room, along with her two monitors and a flatscreen that hung up on the wall above her desk. A sound board was made into another desk, positioned just below one of the keyboards for easy access when it was needed, and a small couch was pushed up against the same wall as the door.

A few sticky notes hung on her monitors, one from Sihyuk, another from Namjoon, and a final one from Yoongi, the latter reminding her of their scheduled session to work on the pieces of recording they finished. She glanced at the time on her phone then back to the note. A soft groan escaped her lips. She didn't have time to run to the lounge to refill the coffee she'd drank on the way over to the building.

"God, it's too early," she rested her head in her hands and let out an unpleasant hum.

"Talking to yourself still, I see," a voice mocked from behind.

She jumped, clutching a hand tightly to her chest as she whipped around in her chair, finding the culprit to be standing no more than a few feet from her just beyond the doorway. He rolled his eyes at her reaction and kicked the door shut behind him. Yoongi shrugged off her bag and fished a notebook and pen out before pulling the out the only other chair she kept in the room besides the couch.

"Come in, Yoongi," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Good morning to you too."

"Wild night?" he chuckled and bit on the end of his pen.