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He wasn't quite certain how did he even swoop so low.
A few innocent all-nighters to do his job correctly: produce lyrics and music that everyone would like, especially he himself. Nothing could go wrong. The others didn't even stare at the dark circles around his eyes at first, more and more apparent as the days went.
But the all-nighters started consisting of him just sitting silently at his work desk, drilling a hole with his eyes into his worksheet, empty as his mind, without thought, without emotion. He felt strangely tired to even write, yet glancing at his bed on the other side of the room, Yoongi gritted his teeth and grabbed a pen from the desk with such purpose, that the poor thing crackled a little, but luckily didn't surrender under his deadly grip.
He had to.
He had to write something consistent. To feel the beat, the music again.
Screw sleep, he thought, furrowing his eyebrows at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He had no time to sleep. Nights were his muse hours. He napped during the day, sure, but it was only the moments when his head started feeling dizzy and started buzzing annoyingly, and he suddenly felt hot - the times when he decides to rest his head to not actually pass out. He needn't worry anyone, no. Everything was fine. The daily dance practices didn't exhaust him to the point that all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep, no. The daily dance practices did the exact previous, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, or, rather, his mind didn't feel sleepy at all.
So he wrote, his thoughts dripping onto the paper, his slightly shaky hand still successfully scribbling words onto the paper, and he smiled briefly to himself. Yes! Nothing was wrong with him after all. His sleep-deprived mind still managed to come up with actual words. But when he finished writing a new batch of his rap, Yoongi glanced up momentarily to his still turned on computer screen and squinted just a bit to make out the small numbers at the corner of the screen.
4:34am.
It was then when he felt actually confused at his current situation. Glancing downwards to the paper again, he read exactly eight lines of rap, something he should've easily written in 20 minutes or so, yet there he was, spending his entire night on eight lines of pointless words, staring back at him almost cheekily.
He got frustrated. The last time he did so was quite a while ago. Yoongi was the member who always held his cool no matter the situation at hand, that's what made him special and made him be the way he is. Sure, getting emotional was unavoidable when you're living and spending time with six entirely unique balls of energy and weirdness, but he was never truly frustrated. The next thing he knows, though, the monitor of his computer is on the ground. The pen is somewhere on the ground as well, near the wall, thrown there supposedly. His desk is a mess, everything on it thrown down or sprawled across untidily. The sheet is by his feet, seemingly laughing at him, the eight lines of nothingness blurry in his tired, droopy eyes.
He drops down, crosses his legs comfortably.
Starts tearing.
And then he wakes up to a light tap on his shoulder.
"Hyung?"
No.
The simple word was his first thought, but it didn't reach his chapped lips. He licks them, opening his eyes just a little, to give a glance to who was rude enough to wake him from his sleep. No, not exactly sleep, or so his headache told him. A nap, more like. He didn't remember when did he actually decide to take one yesterday, though.
"Mm?" was all he could muster, when he blinked a little to make his eyesight focus on the person hovering above him. You could never mistake that boxy smile with anything else.
"I just have a simple question, hyung. Is the ground really that comfortable?"
Teahyung's words made him scowl once again, and he only then noticed his sore limbs and back, as if he was lying on the ground all night. Funny.
Yoongi blinked again, getting his eyes off of Taehyung's sincere smile, to lift himself off the ground with his hands and stand up a bit unsteadily, glancing down to the shredded paper he was lying on. He ran a hand through his black hair and ruffled the back of it.
"It's a nap. I like naping. Situation or places don't effect naps," he explained himself after a second of retaliation of seeing the mess of his room. Yoongi then returned his gaze to the younger and gave him a shrug, as if the sight the other found shouldn't be surprising at all.
"Oh, and about, well, the room, is everyth--"
"Nah. One question, you said. A simple question. No cheating," Yoongi interrupted Taehyung before the other could ask him something else, something he wouldn't be so quick to answer so casually and thruthfully.
He placed a pointer finger on Tae's lips briefly to make a 'shush' motion, before shooting him a quick brief smile and passing the younger, only to turn around again at the door, leaning onto the doorframe subconciously and lazily glancing towards the younger.
"You coming or not? C'mon Tae, I'd die for a cup of coffee. It could even be literal if you don't hurry up," Yoongi added, speaking so surprisingly freely even with a massive headache and a parched throat.
He even had time to stretch his aching muscles a little by bringing his arms upwards before Taehyung actually turned around to face him, smile as boxy and wide as usual, though his eyes seemed a little off. Yoongi didn't notice, though. He had a hard time noticing anything these days.
"Alright, hyung."