Take Me to the Sky✔️

Chapter - 16

He knew his soul mate was worth waiting for.

It was October. Early October, to be precise. And although they were no longer in summer, the heat seemed not to want to go yet. Sometimes the day would start with a cool breeze, then give way to the sun for the rest of the day, without a single cloud or breeze to ease the oppressive heat. Living in the middle of the city made it more unbearable, with all the crowded people and thousands of cars in motion, immense queues to get to work, both on the roads and in the subway. Too many people and too little space.

Today had started with the same cool breeze as every morning, but this time it seemed to want to stay permanently, penetrating his body through the multiple layers of fabric he wore. He was not a lover of the cold, because despite wearing all the coats that his body could bear, it always found a hole to get in and numb his limbs. But he was not a lover of heat, and even less so if it was that humid and suffocating heat that did not let you breathe and that, despite drinking litres and litres of water, always left you with the feeling that you had not drunk a single one. Gout.

Not counting the inconsistency of the weather, his day had started pretty decently. Well, how decent it can be when you have to get up at seven in the morning. It wasn't the worst time, but for a night soul like him, it was too early. Despite wanting to sleep early, because he was tired and because he had to get up early the next day, his body seemed to come back to life when the sun went down. It was not all bad, because in the night's quiet is when he concentrated better and when inspiration visited him. But when you go to bed at two or three in the morning, it is no longer so great. 

However, after so many years of following this routine, he had already built an immunity to its adverse effects. It is known by all that inspiration goes as fast as it comes, without warning, and Min Yoongi prefers to go to bed late but satisfied with having advanced in a song, rather than spending the night up without being able to write a single word that captures his thoughts. It is the risk that every artist faces in his career, but knowing it does not make it any easier.

By now he was lucky enough to have finished all the projects with a deadline, leaving him with only a few songs that needed revision or touch-up; small things if you compare it to creating an album. He wasn't sure how long this off-peak period would last, but it was the perfect time to take advantage and focus on his own songs.

After getting off at his stop, he passed by the cafeteria was near the company and bought a coffee, something necessary to finish waking up. As he drank it, he looked at the work plan on his cell phone as he headed to work. Just as he was about to enter someone called out to him in the distance and, if his hearing was correct, it was Namjoon.

"Hey Hyung. Good morning." The boy greeted between gasps once he caught up with Yoongi.

"Are you so eager to work that you come running?" Yoongi asked, amused.

"Nah. The alarm clock didn't go off." Namjoon replied as he ran a hand through his hair, which was now a pinkish colour. "If it weren't for the neighbours, I'm sure I would have been late."

"Don't tell me your neighbours know your hours too," Yoongi commented as they entered the company and headed towards the elevators.

"No, it's just that they got up early to make the rest of the world share in their love. Unsubtly, I must add."

At this, Yoongi couldn't help but laugh, practically doubling over on himself, while Namjoon groaned and leaned his head against the glass of the elevator. Once they reached the showed floor, they went to the study they shared and worked. 

The place was silent, except for the characteristic sounds of all the equipment and the occasional comment or question concerning a note in the wrong place, or that had to be retouched. Beyond that, it was as if there was no one in the room and for Yoongi it was the best. He worked well with Namjoon, even long before they were friends.