Glow

Work Before Play

After we eat Yoongi helps me print out my flash cards and we go  over them at the desk set up in the living room... I wind up pulling a stool from the kitchen island to sit on opposite him at the desk.

It helps. We go over what lessons I've had so far, consider putting name tags up for objects around the public spaces before scrapping that... Seokjin would be alternately enthusiastic and annoyed with it, and there was no chance it wouldn't be played with by the Maknae line "as a joke, of course".

In the end we spend a little over two hours working together. I think he's happy with my progress but it frustrates me how slow I am going. I had hoped I would pick it up faster, but the levels of formality and honorifics just complicates my understanding of Hangul.

****

With Hoseok and Yoongi's times figured out, the language lesson accomplished, and with the mattress ordered, I go back to the yoga mat I laid out earlier, hoping to finish that session. I figure I could add Namjoon and Seokjin in later this evening.

With the headphones on I can just barely hear Taehyung and Jungkook talking, but their voices carry even over the noise cancelling headphones and quiet music.

I struggle to focus. I work to keep my attention on my forms, my breathing.

'Somethingsomething sexy, yeah!'

'Somethingsomething hot, I like!'

Opening my eyes I glare at them. Their mix of Korean and English makes the words I understand in my own mother tongue stand out like beacons. When their gazes finally drift back up my form to collide with mine they freeze, shocked.

'Shoo.' I say into the silence of their paused conversation. With a gulp they both scamper back down the hallway, though not before Jungkook gives me a saucy wink.

****

It's not until the end of the day that I get focused one on one time with Seokjin and Namjoon. And honestly, while I work on doing dishes with Seokjin for our time, I wind up falling asleep with Namjoon. 

It's only because his couch in his studio is so comfy... and my bed is so very not. Oh, and it was late, almost sunrise when I finally pass out, my fingers entwined with his as he plays with the console and keyboard in front of him, his chair as far back as possible to keep his hand in mine while he's busy.

I am sure he has visitors while I sleep, hearing voices that add to my dreams, but his hand never leaves mine so I sleep.

****

The next day is delivery day for my new mattress. With the help of most of the guys I clear my bedroom out of anything that looks like it's lived in, feminine, or whatever. It gets moved to Namjoon's office for the time being. 

The delivery is organized and meticulous in keeping us isolated from the delivery people. Since the bed is on the other side of the house from the majority of the rooms we all are going to stay over there. A manager will come in and monitor the removal of the old mattress and the set up of the new one, making sure of the isolation and that no one will snoop or steal while there.

I just have to stay out of sight and hearing until they are finished and gone. 

I wind up staying in Jimin's bedroom with him while Hoseok goes into his studio to work on a new song. Jimin is working as well  but he's still in the writing stages, so he is focused on the notebook in front of him at his desk. I wind up sitting on his bed, going over my Hangul lessons. 

Once in a while I guess I make a mistake vocalizing the word as he corrects me, his smile encouraging as he helps. In return I tell him the English word, enunciating it slowly so that he can mimic my mouth and sounds. 

However I can only do this for so long before I get distracted by him... so instead I shoo him back to his creation process and turn to a digital book to read instead.

****

An hour flies by reading. Honestly it doesn't feel like that long to me, but Jimin's sounds of frustration, the grunts, mumbles, lowly voiced swears, wind up distracting me from my reading.

Looking up I can see him dragging his fingers through his hair, and from the mess it has become it's not the first time since I started reading.

'Are you okay?' I ask quietly.

Looking around, his eyes raw from staring and not blinking at his work, he pushed his glasses back up his nose as he furrows his brow with his stress.

'Yeah, no.' He admits. 'Words not coming out right...' he nibbles his lower lip, trying to figure something out.

My eyes pulled to his mouth I bite my own.