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“Joon-ah…” Namjoon’s heart dropped and he instantly shot out of his seat and headed to Yoongi’s office.
The sight before him was exactly what he expected yet he couldn’t seem to not be stunned like it was the first time all over again. Sat in front of him was the small rapper with his knees pulled to his chest and a look of defeat and anxiety painted over his face. By his position on the floor, the way the chair was sat against the wall, Namjoon assumed the breakdown started with Yoongi trying to step back from his work, moving the rolling chair against the wall. Not able to calm down he probably slid from the chair to the ground, judging by the way Yoongi’s back was exposed, being lifted by the edge of the chair. That and, again, it wasn't the first time, and he had certainly expirenced these from the beginning of one.
Not good…
Tears were quickly forming in Yoongi’s eyes and Namjoon could tell he was about to have an attack. The younger quickly made his way to the floor and coaxed Yoongi into his lap. It’s not often that this happens, maybe once or twice a month, more during the pressure of making a new album fast. Namjoon figured it was his mixtape that had caused this breakdown because Yoongi seemed to mention it in one way or another almost every time they talked. The younger rapper suddenly felt hands gripping at his shirt and wet spots where Yoongi’s face was rested, near his collarbone.
“I… I can’t Joon-ah… n-nothing is going right…” the small body in his lap shook with a sob. “I can’t get the s-stupid words to rhyme… the b-beats they don’t flow well… the ARMYs are going to h-hate it… it has to be perfect…”
Namjoon looked at the clock 4:00 am?
“How long have you been working hyung?”
“M-Maybe… five… six hours?”
Since 10:00 pm… shit...
“Any breaks?”
“... No…” a sniffle.
The elder was quickly lifted into Namjoon’s arms and he walked them to their dressing room, where a sofa was placed for long nights like these, when someone would need a nap.
“Joon-ah I… I have to go fix it…” yet he put up no struggle, knowing well that the last time that happened, Namjoon stopped him easily.
“Nope. Sleep hyung. We are gonna take at least a nap.”
“But-” his voice weak and not at all menacing as he was cut off.
“No buts.”
“Fine…”
Namjoon sat down on the couch, laying the ball of Yoongi on the couch and moving so that Yoongi’s back was pressed to his front, and his back was against the couch’s back. One of the taller’s arms acted as a pillow for Yoongi and the other laid almost on Yoongi’s side, petting his hair. Soon he was able to hear the slowed, soft breathing of Yoongi instead of the stifled gasps and breaths that came from crying. He stopped petting the small rapper’s hair and opted for wrapping his arm around the front of Yoongi, holding him close. Namjoon closed his eyes and dozed off as well.