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It wasn't working. The beat just wasn't working and NamJoon was going crazy.
His eyes hurt, his head hurt and his anxiety almost reached the ceiling. He was fucking tired of the producing block.
The song was missing something, but he had listened to it so many times during the last couple of days, everything sounded the same. The drops, the highs, and the lows, everything was the same melody, one that was making his head spin.
He took off his earphones and rubbed his eyes. The contact lenses weren’t a help at the moment. He wanted to scream and cry, make everyone realize how stressed he was, but that was selfish.
His body was heavy, his eyelids wanted to close, when was the last time he slept? He didn’t know, maybe the day before.
He looked at the ceiling, his vision blurring with not spilled tears and he groaned.
He felt so weak.
The blood was beating so hard in his ears, he didn’t even hear the door opening and closing and Yoongi’s soft steps, who looked at him from above with a soft smile.
“Hey Joon, how‘s it going?”
Namjoon straightened his posture and took a deep breath before answering.
“I don’t know, hyung, there’s something missing on the song, but I can’t seem to find it”
Yoongi nodded in understanding.
“It’ll be better if you take a rest, then, you’ve probably reached your limit”
“I can’t do that now, hyung, I have to finish this song once and for all” he passed his hand through his hair in a nervous manner.
“Yes, you can, and you will” the older rapper said, whose tone left no room for arguing.
Both of Namjoon’s brows lifted before furrowing.
“Excuse me?”
“You’ve heard me. It’s time for you to stop overworking yourself. When was the last time you slept? Or ate?” His hand went for the mouse and immediately started saving the progress Namjoon had made to close the program.
“Hey! Hey, stop! You’re one to talk, you’ve got no right to tell me that when you’re the first one who spends endless nights in his studio” his voice grew higher in volume “Yoongi, I said stop already!”
And he did the most childish thing he could have ever done. He pushed him. He legit pushed Yoongi away.
The other stumbled, and when he looked back at him, it was with a disappointed frown on his face and Namjoon broke down.
“I’m… I’m sorry hyung, I didn’t… didn’t mean to push you I…I’m sorry” he sobbed, the tears that didn’t shed before overflowing now.
“Kim Namjoon” Namjoon flinched. Not Joon, nor Joonie, but Kim Namjoon and he fixed his eyes to the floor “I can understand that you’re stressed, and I can understand that you’re tired, but I’m still older, and you still should show some respect to me”
“I-I know, hyung I’m-I’m sorry”
Tears ran down his cheeks, to his lips and his chin before falling to his trousers, making little damp dots on them.
Namjoon heard Yoongi sigh, and then some rummaging around the room before the older situated himself in front of the tall man, who still sniffled while looking at his palms.
One of Yoongi’s big hands petted his cheek and made him look up to be met with a soft kiss which tasted salty.
“You’re tired, baby, you’re stressed and anxious. I forgive you, but I hope this doesn’t happen again. I don’t want you putting your health in danger. I promise I’ll try too. But now, it’s time for you to rest, hm?”
He showed the other his other hand, in which rested a blue pacifier with clouds in it and put it in front of his mouth. Namjoon didn’t hesitate in opening his mouth to accept the rubber nipple.
“That’s my good boy, daddy’s good boy” Yoongi cooed “Let’s make you a bottle and then let’s put you to nap, baby boy”
Namjoon nodded and rubbed his eyes in a tired manner before lifting his arms and doing grabby hands to his caregiver, who smiled and carried him with a little bit of trouble (Hey, his baby boy was really tall, sue him). Yoongi opened the studio door carefully not to let Namjoon fall from his hold and walked down the corridor to the living room.
There, Taehyung rested on the sofa, scrolling on his phone and playing mindlessly with the hem of his t-shirt.
“Tae?” called the oldest rapper.
“Hm?” the one from the maknae line didn’t raise his eyes from the screen.
“Can you take care of Namjoon for a second?”
“Of Namjoon?” the singer frowned and looked up just to be meet with de sight of a sleepy Namjoon looking at him, pacifier in his mouth, eyes almost closed and being carried by Yoongi “Of Namjoon, of course! Come here, Joonie!”
Yoongi placed his little right on top of Taehyung, who started talking nonsense about little fairies and cute dwarfs, making Namjoon giggle on his hold, and left towards the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty. He opened the cabinet right above the kitchen sink and rummaged through it to find Namjoon’s bottle, the only one in the house, and one with little pastel planets sprinkled on it, he then opened de fridge and took out the milk, which he poured in the tall plastic cup and mixed with cocoa powder and a little bit of vanilla one to make it sweet and sugary and put it to heat on the stove, inside of a pan with water.
He washed his hands while he listened to Namjoon’s laugh and Taehyung’s deep voice sweet-talking to him and smiled. The rest of the group was an enormous help when Namjoon felt little, everyone was accepting, curious and careful, and everyone loved Namjoon to bits, so there weren’t any cons.
A couple minutes more, and he took the bottle out of the pot and put the nipple on it, covering the little opening with his pointer finger to shake it and help dissolve the powders.
He walked out of the kitchen then, walking to the sofa, where Taehyung was petting Namjoon’s back while telling him a story about a purple dragon that spread love to everyone he met and Yoongi didn’t know when the fairies became a dragon but he couldn’t do anything but smile to the sight that was his baby with his sleepy giggles and his rosy cheeks. When said male noticed that his caregiver was once again in the room, he smiled and nuzzled his nose in Taehyung’s chest, hiding his blush.
Taehyung and Yoongi both cooed at that and the oldest of the three squatted next to the couch.
“C’mon, baby, your bottle is done, let’s go to your room and change your clothes so you can eat, yeah?”
Namjoon looked at him from under his lashes and nodded, then proceeded to make grabby hands to the older once again, he wasn’t very vocal when in little space.
The vocalist kissed Namjoon’s forehead before passing him to his caregiver, who took him in his arms careful not to drop the bottle and walked to the bedrooms. Thankfully, Namjoon’s door was open so he had no problem entering the room. He placed the younger in his bed, and the bottle in the nightstand to be able to walk to the other’s wardrobe and take out a pair of cotton gray shorts and a cute oversized yellow hoodie with sunflowers on it.
“Let’s change you, pretty thing, let’s get you comfortable”
With little to no effort, he changed the younger rapper while he gurgled and bubbled behind his pacifier and then got on the bed himself, situated Namjoon on his lap and took the bottle from the nightstand.
He reached for the pacifier, which Namjoon let go off without much of a fuss and fed him the lukewarm milk.
The little’s eyes started to drop halfway through the bottle and Yoongi rocked him while he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. By the time the bottle was empty, Namjoon had already fallen asleep and Yoongi observed him, relaxed, innocent, a little angel, and rubbed the pacifier over his lips to see how Namjoon took it in his mouth to keep dreaming about purple dragons, tiny fairies, cute dwarfs and his caregiver’s eyes full of love.