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[10th October 2016]
Namjoon knocks the door and waits until he hears a low mumbling sound open it. Intimacy is a problem when you live in a house with six other people so, even though he knows that Yoongi wouldn’t mind if he entered the studio without announcing himself, he likes to do it out of respect.
“Hyung, there are shooting stars tonight.”
Yoongi meets his eyes, a tired look on his face. Namjoon doesn’t ask when was the last time he ate something or how many hours of sleep he has been getting lately, he’s too scared of the answer. “Mmm.”
“Come on, let’s go to the rooftop. There’s nothing left we can do now except waiting,” he says extending his hand. Yoongi takes it and gets up.
They get to the rooftop, Namjoon making sure to grab some snacks and a blanket in their way up, and sit on the floor covering themselves with the blanket. Namjoon watches Yoongi eat, the older lost in his thoughts. After so many years of living together, he knows exactly what is going on in Yoongi’s head. It isn’t very different from Namjoon’s worries.
It’s funny how they didn’t get along at first when deep down they are really similar. The two of them still have their different ways of working on music, but Namjoon thinks that that it’s what makes their songs better. They complement each other so well, musically and personally.
“Do you remember our trainee days, Joon?” he breaks the silence.
Namjoon snorts. “They’re hard to forget”
“We wondered when we will debut...” and his voice breaks a little. Yoongi doesn’t say nothing for a while, and when Namjoon looks at him, he sees tears in Yoongi’s eyes. He feels his own eyes getting wet too.
“Sometimes I thought we would never make it, that someone will leave, we’d die of exhaustion, kill each other or that the company would kick us out,” he wipes his tears. “You worked so much hyung, I was worried.”
“And I worried about you a lot too. I still do. You are so young and have so much weight on your shoulders. I wanted to take away some of it.”
Namjoon’s heart clenches at that and he doesn’t know what to say.
They keep talking about their trainee days, remembering the happy and the not so happy moments. They sacrificed so many things for this life but Namjoon feels so lucky to have found these six boys that are his second family now. The both of them cry, they cry so much talking about that period of time, but no one sees them except for the other and the night sky.
“Do you think people will like this album?” Namjoon asks.
In a few hours, their new album will be released and he can’t help but think about the possibility that people would hate the album, that this would be the end for them. It’s a feeling that he has felt with every album release. He knows Yoongi feels that way too. They know that this life is temporary and they also know that they have to keep working hard because they can lose everything with a blink of an eye.
“I hope so. You did a good job,” he says, resting his head in Namjoon’s shoulder and holding his hand.
Yoongi can read him like an open book and his words, even though simple, make Namjoon feel instantly better.
Namjoon doesn’t know for how long they keep looking at the sky in silence, but Yoongi is drawing invisible forms with his fingers in the back of his hand and he feels tingly all over. Yoongi gasps and Namjoon looks up, startled by Yoongi’s outburst.
“I saw one, Joon-ah!” he says with his gummy smile on display. “Look, another one!”
It takes some time for Namjoon to see one himself, but he does at the end.
“We have to make a wish.”
Yoongi looks thoughtful. Then, he nods and closes his eyes. Namjoon closes his eyes and thinks about his wish too.
I wish we could make happy memories with this album.
After a while, Yoongi complains that his ass is getting cold and they get back inside.
“I have a good feeling, Namjoon,” Yoongi says with a reassuring smile.
And Namjoon believes him.