➵ yoongi
i had finally found a studio.
it was a private space in a huge complex, as contradictory as that sounded. the building was made up of many studios for radio stations and music recording purposes.
i went for the first time while jimin was at university. there was another person that was using the studio, i had been told, but i had no idea if they would be there today.
i decided to walk, since the studio was a mere ten blocks from our house. i shoved my feet into my shoes, grabbed a jacket, and headed out, making sure to lock the door behind me. to pass the time, i put my headphones in my ears and pressed shuffle on my music.
as i walked, i looked around at the busy streets of seoul. many people were out and about, a lot of them dressed in crisp formal clothes for obviously important professions. i felt slightly out of place in my denim jacket and scuffed sneakers.
i soon reached the building, the address printed on the sign on the side of the complex matching the one i'd written in my phone.
just as i was about to pull the door open, it was pushed out by someone on the inside. a young woman smiled shyly at me, holding the door for me. i flashed a small smile back and ducked inside, mumbling out a quiet 'thank you' as i passed her.
there was a small reception desk to my right, and i approached it. "hi, my name is min yoongi, and i–"
"ah yes, i was told you were coming," replied the older man working the desk, surprising me. "the elevators are to your left, in the corner over there, and right up to the fourth floor. first door on your left."
i nodded, thanking him. following his instructions, i got inside the small elevator and pushed the round button for the fourth floor. calming music played softly throughout the elevator, and i sighed contentedly. i was excited that i'd finally be able to record my own music; putting my ideas out there as music had always been my dream.
the doors dinged as they opened on the fourth floor, and i stepped out into a small hallway decorated only with two doors. the door on the left was ajar, and i looked around cautiously as i entered.
the room was larger than i'd expected. to my left there was a small living area, with a mini fridge, sink, a couch and television. past that, in the farthest corner of the room, was the actual recording studio. the walls enclosing it had a section of some type of glass that went all the way around, so you could see inside. from where i was, i could see a figure with its back to me, sitting on a stool.
this must be the person i'd be sharing the studio with. i hadn't anticipated them being here today, and i hoped it wouldn't be a problem that i was here. carefully i approached the studio, knocking softly on the door.
"fuck!" the person cursed as they jumped, and dropped whatever they were working on, papers scattering across the floor. i immediately felt bad and let myself in to help.
"i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to startle you," i said as i bent down and collected papers. "i didn't know you'd be here today, and i–"
"wait, yoongi?"
i lifted my head to stare into the eyes of my best friend.
"namjoon?"
identical grins spread across both of our faces, and i dropped the papers to wrap my best friend in a tight hug. "what the hell are you doing here?" i asked as i pulled back.
namjoon smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "well, i got into a huge fight with my dad since i didn't want to go into business, and long story short i ended up leaving and coming out here to pursue what i really wanted to do: music."
i laughed. "i can't believe this, god, i'm glad to see you." i couldn't help but pull him back into another hug, unable to stop smiling.
i hadn't actually seen namjoon in a long time. the last time we'd spoken had been about a week before the accident. he was going on a trip for the summer with his dad and stepmom, and i wanted to see him before he left the next day. i'd never spoken to him about what happened, either, so i didn't know if he'd found out from someone else or if he didn't know at all.
"and what about you, hyung? why are you here? shouldn't you be at school, studying music?" namjoon asked, furrowing his brows.
i bit my lip. "ah, i, um." i didn't know what to say. how does one explain exactly what happened to me?
well, you see, namjoon. i got high and killed my brother in a terrible accident that i managed to walk away from unscathed. i ran away from my problems and now i'm in seoul living with an adorable pastel haired kid that i kinda like but i'm afraid to ruin with my emotional baggage.
"maybe we should sit down?" namjoon suggested, probably sensing there was a lot i needed to say. i nodded and followed him out of the studio and onto the couch, which was surprisingly comfortable.
i stared at my shoes for a solid two minutes before i gathered enough courage to speak. as i spilled my story, namjoon just listened, resting a hand on my back comfortingly. when i finally finished, he pulled me to lean into his side and i rested my head on his ribcage.
"this may seem odd, but i'm proud of you, hyung."
i tilted my head up to shoot namjoon a confused look. "proud of me for what?"
"you've grown so much in so little time."
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joonies back!! i love my man
