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CURLED up against the arm of the couch in the recording room, Taehyung watches as Yoongi fixes some settings for the track the group was currently working on.
"Sorry, Tae-ah. We're almost done."
"It's okay." He hums, though the way his eyes kept closing for a blink too long gave him away. "You're working three times harder than me."
The older male makes a small clicking noise with his tongue. "Hm, but you'd usually be at home sleeping, wouldn't you? You should've gone home with Jungkookie. I'm used to staying here."
"Which isn't necessarily a good thing, but if it's how you work best - I can't stop you." Taehyung sighs theatrically as he opens his eyes again just in time to see Yoongi roll his own at him. "Hey!"
"What happened?" Yoongi drawls, though the response was aimless in tone, so Taehyung doesn't bother elaborating. Instead, he huffs and pushes himself into a seated position, both of them a bit too low in energy to playfully make a scene.
Taehyung lets his head loll from side to side in boredom, trying his best to not give in to sleep. His throat felt a little raw but not in a bad way, he'd just been singing so much to make up for the finishing touches of what he'd missed from being sick, along with Jungkook who wanted to add some adlibs with his vocals.
In fact, it had been nearly a week since any of them had slept well. Taehyung was sure he'd spent more time making up for the rest of his missed recording than doing anything else. Like everyone, he was exhausted.
"So..." The reticence is interrupted suddenly. "How are things going?"
It takes a second for a slightly disoriented Taehyung to understand what Yoongi had meant, and he closes his mouth to prevent himself from giving an instinctual 'tired' as an answer.
He loved singing with all his heart, and he definitely loved his job more than he hated it—music was his entire life—but right now, the only thing he was looking forward to was when they were finally free of schedule.
This specifically meant getting to spend time with the leader, late at night. Although they were lazy and drained, they'd do anything from talking about pointless to beautiful things together, tiredly kiss, cuddle, and probably yawn a gazillion times before they eventually gave up fighting off sleep.
Taehyung's gaze flickers toward the floor in thought, cheeks crimsoning as a flustered smile takes over his weary expression. "In the right direction." He settles as a discrete response.
