It was another late day at work, and by day, it can mean night and by night, well... who works at hours like these? The answer to that question, Park Jimin did.

The clock marked 3.31 AM, Jimin hated how uneven it looked on the clock, regardless he was just now starting to dance again after taking his first small break of his night. Ever since his last class finished at around 10.30 PM he had been left alone where he kept working on next week's choreographies.

The beat started playing again and Jimin’s body moved swiftly to its sound, over and over again until he was sure he did it as perfectly as he envisioned it in his head. He wanted the choreography to be in place so that next week when he presented it to his class, he could help out anyone else who looked like they were having a hard time, but for that Jimin felt like he needed to do it until it felt perfect to him, or until someone stopped him. That was the case that day, as well as all of the other regular Friday nights where he worked relentlessly till his own body gave out.

That was the routine. Every week there was a new choreography for his classes. And at the end of it, they’d dance through it as a whole class and record individual shots so that it could be posted on the dance studio’s social media page. Hoseok had come up with that idea and at first Jimin wasn’t sure about it, afraid people would tear apart his student's insecurities, like it had once happened to him back in his beginner days. But now, he loved it and worked harder than any other dance teacher at the studio to make sure all of the choreos would turn out amazing.

So, as he always did, Jimin stood in his class room. One that felt like, more often than not, his comfort space rather than the room where he worked hours on end, perfecting every step he had come up with. He felt good about his skills, those were never questioned or doubted, but he also wanted to give the best he could to his students who were just as dedicated as Jimin was. Sometimes, not often but not that scarcely either, he felt as though he wasn’t the best person to help them grow. Jimin knew he was good at dancing but he still felt like he lacked in teaching others to use their talents like he had learned to do himself.

He still kept dancing despite all of his colliding thoughts. His passion seemed to be bigger than his worries and that kept him going with everything he did regarding it. Regardless of all insecurities, Jimin loved what he did at the studio. Teaching and dancing along with people who seemed to love dance just as much as Jimin did compensated all the boring meetings he had to attend has a managing director, a role given to him and one that he did not want.

Just as Jimin’s thoughts seemed to start to dissipate, allowing him to finally enjoy it all, the music abruptly stopped and with it so did his body. Jimin looked at where his laptop was sitting, spotting Hoseok lifting his finger from the bar space.

Hoseok, 26, was not only Jimin's, 24, boss and owner of the dance studio but was also his roommate and best friend. It was hard juggling all that sometimes, both were stubborn in many ways regarding many things. However somewhat, somehow, they made it work in all those areas. When Hoseok gave Jimin the managing director role, the youngest grumbled but took it, aware that his friend knew what he was doing, even if Jimin didn't see it clearly right away. Hoseok was the type to push and cheer Jimin on to do his best, he had never doubted his talent, being part of the reason as to why Jimin had gained so much confidence in it to begin with, but the boss was also the first to force Jimin to rest, especially when the blonde dancer refused to stop.

“Hyung-”

“No, I know what you’re going to say.” Hoseok shook his head “You should go sleep. There’s still a few days to go before you have to teach the choreography and you’re already doing great on it.”

“I can still work a few more hours though. It won't hurt me” Jimin insisted heading over to his laptop. “And I still have to record the video so I don’t forget the steps in case something happens.”

“Yes, it will hurt you. And you can record it tomorrow, nothing’s gonna happen to you.” his friend insisted almost dragging him away from the laptop “Now let's go home together, there’s no need for you to spend money on a taxi.”

“But it’s not fair...” he whined “Why do you get to stay here and work till late and I don’t?”

“No whining! Unless you wanna stay here doing accounting work with me, we’re going home. Don’t you have the recording session with Namjoon in like 6 hours anyways?" Hoseok checked his watch "You should be resting your body and voice.”

“Ew, no accounting please." It should be noted, Park Jimin hated doing administration work, his best field was clearly, and withouth any doubt in his mind, teaching. "Okay fine. Ugh... I almost forgot about Namjoon Hyung... Let's go.”

“Exactly! Plus, you have time.” Hoseok said in a laid-back manner “Your soulmate isn’t gonna bump shoulders with you tomorrow! You can rest assured.”

“Don’t even joke about it.” Jimin huffed grabbing his stuff from his small office as following his best friend onto their small underground parking lot.

By the time they got home

To Be Continued...

By th time they got home, it was already past 4 AM. Hoseok, who had already taken a shower hours before, went off to bed and passed out as soon as his body hit the mattress. Jimin had still to get ready for bed and by the time he was done, it was already 5 AM.

He sighed, directing some wind to his bleached bangs, Jimin realized then how little to no sleep he was going to get if he wanted to make it to his appointment with Namjoon on time.

Oh well, he thought to himself, at least I finished the first part of the choreography.

As he drifted off to sleep, on the other side of town, there someone else who had no plans of falling asleep so soon into the early hours of dawn.

No one was in the building besides Yoongi and the security guard who had just got into his shift and had checked in on Yoongi’s office after noticing the light still on.

“Oh, I’m working! Yeah, don’t mind me!”

Yoongi had been there since dinner, which was surprising he even had it since he rarely caved in to his friends' requests on going out for a meal. That night was different and yet he still ended back in his little cave.

He enjoyed going out with his friends, but he still had a few tracks he had to work on and the deadline, which he had established himself, was coming up very soon, the producer couldn’t waste time sleeping when he could be working on the songs so, for the time being that’s what he often chose to do. Those days, all nighters were regular events on Min Yoongi’s daily itinerary.

No one was really pushing him to deliver the tracks as soon as he could, but he liked to have everything ready as soon as possible, the early he handed it over for revision the more time he had to fix anything they seem not to like as much. That way if anything was ever to happen, which was never the case until then, Yoongi wouldn't have to worry about delaying the deadlines. It made him feel free knowing he had the time to work on it to make it just perfect yet there was still some pressure to achieve perfection. When he spoke of it once to his friends they couldn’t understand where the pressure came from, if from his bosses or himself. They didn’t ask. It was conflicting for Yoongi too, but that was his job and making music for a living was what he was most passionate about. If asked about it, Yoongi wouldn’t miss a beat saying that he wouldn’t change it for the world and, if further allowed, he'd spend hours on end talking about every little detail of it that excited him most.

The last time he had caught a glimpse of the clock, it was around 2 AM, since then it had already passed almost up to 4 hour's and only then did the thought of resting went through him, and for the sole reason that his head had started to ache, something, he knew very well, wouldn’t let him make any progress if any attempt to endure the pain was made.

So, Yoongi finally stood up and looked at the clock while stretching, confirming his suspicions that soon enough the cleaning staff would enter the building to start a new work day.

He headed over to the "smallest and most uncomfortable couch in the world, as his friends had dubbed it, that was in the corner of his studio room and lied down on his side against its black fake leather, whispering to himself that he’d only sleep for a few minutes until his headache went away.

And, well, he did sleep for a few minutes, alongside a few hours as well.

The next morning, Yoongi woke up with a loud bang on his door. He grunted, his headache still present despite the unexpected hours he had slept through. He sat up and adjusted his sore neck.

Jungkook was right, I should get a new couch, he thought to himself.

He got up, squeezed his eyes shut one last time before opening them wide as a big yawn came out of his mouth.

“Who is it?”

“Sir? It’s Yumi” the secretary announced with a soft voice “I just wanted to make sure you were in there... I didn’t see you get in and-”

Before she could finish her explanation, he opened his door, showing the small lady his bed head and puffy face.

“Yeah, I’m here!” Yoongi assured her with a chuckle “I’m heading out to go eat something though, so If someone needs me while I’m gone, call me.”

“Yes, sir.” Yumi smiled not asking anything else, since she knew exactly how Yoongi was, and left.

He closed the door after she disappeared down the hallway and sighed. As he started to stretch his body, he caught a glimpse of the clock. It marked 11 a.m.

“Fuck.” He whispered to himself.

He had slept longer than planned, 6 more hours to be exact. Now, no one would kill him because of it, Yoongi had established himself as someone who could do his job without having someone looking and breathing down his shoulder, if anything his higher ups tried to make him not work as intensively since they worried about his health more than he probably did. The only person bothered by the time lost with sleep was none other than Yoongi himself.

Luckily, he was almost done with the task handed to him, and he still had a few weeks before the deadline, even if it felt like just around the corner. That still didn’t make his desire to work die down, it made it fire up even more.

To be continued....

Stopping wasn’t an option for him, something he’d soon learn it would’ve been easier if that was the case.

“Whatever,” he said to himself as he shook his head trying to make the lingering headache disappear, slowly it seemed as if it was helping “Let’s eat.”

Yoongi looked at himself in a small mirror in the corner of the room and fixed his hair, grabbed his jacket and headed out the door with his phone already dialling up Seokjin's number.

“Hey there stranger!” the one on the other side of the phone greeted.

“Come on, we just had dinner yesterday...” Yoongi argued as he stepped out his door and dialled his code in order to lock the door to his room. He seemed to have difficulties with it these days, it was about time he got a new security system for his office but he had never got to it and so every day it seemed to be a struggle to lock the door and to unlock it as well!

“Yeah but after an hour you left me alone with the love birds, that’s kind of unfair don’t you think?”

“I had to work...”

“Yoongi... You know what, let’s drop it... fighting over this won't do any good.” It’s true, most of their fights were about how little to no time Yoongi gave up to not work. It’s all he did and what all his friends saw him do. It worried them but every time something was mentioned around the topic, Yoongi got mad and it always escalated into something that, so far, had never had a real resolution. At that point, Seokjin, along his other friends, had tried fighting this and along the way had just accepted to enjoy the times they had with him whenever they could do so.

“Agreed.” the producer muttered as he kept trying to dial the code of his door lock.

“Anyways, what’s up?” Seokjin asked with a more relaxed voice, as if the tension, that had just been there, vanished.

“Want to go grab a coffee? I ended up staying the night and I need to eat something before my meeting.”

“Yeah, sure, want me to pick you up?” It seemed as if, by his voice and background noise, Seokjin was already getting ready to leave his house. “I only have to get to set later tonight so I’m free.”

“Yeah let me just close my door... You know how long that normally takes...”

“Yoongi, how many times do I have to tell you-”

“I know! I just don’t have time.” Yoongi managed to close the door properly while whining “See, I’m done.”

“Why do I even keep pestering you... I’m not your mom, why isn’t your mom...”

Silence.

“Fuck, sorry.” Seokjin rushed to say as soon as he realized what he had just said.

“I’m waiting for you at the entrance, hurry up.”

“Okay, okay I’m already on the car, keep me company~” Seokjin was pouting, Yoongi could tell and it made him let out a laugh.

He kept walking down the hall talking to Seokjin who had now put him on speaker while he drove down to Yoongi’s office building. As they goofed off, Yoongi felt himself ease at the small tension created before when his mother was mentioned. He really needed to talk to her... yet he just couldn’t. Why did it need to be hard, this familly stuff... he didn't get it but it was hard and he couldn’t go around it without it feeling becoming harder to resolve as time went on.

As he zoned out, despite being in a full conversation with his friend while on the phone, he felt a body go against his, knocking his phone and his jacket out of his hands. A small groan left Yoongi’s mouth as well as the person who tackled him down

What the ****, he thought but he didn't say it.

//

Jimin, who was not so relaxed about the hours he woke up to, was now screaming at anybody who could hear him. Sooner or later someone would be banging on the door for him to shut the hell up.

“What do you mean you wanted to let me sleep?! Namjoon Hyung must be tired of waiting for me. Oh my God this is so unprofessional, Hobi Hyung why didn’t you wake me up, I-”

“Calm down, Jimin. I called Namjoon and told him you stayed up training and that you’d probably show up later than what was agreed on, Namjoon said it was ok, just give him a call as soon as you’re on your way and he’ll get everything ready as if nothing happened.” Hoseok assured the youngest as he sipped from his coffee.

“Still, I’m almost 3 hours late, he’ll never trust me to participate in his tracks again.” Jimin tried to fight back “Besides, he has meetings today, I can’t just take over his schedule like that.”

“It’s a Saturday and he told me himself besides the meeting after lunch he doesn’t have shit to do after, you’re fine! He’s your friend and knows how hardworking you are. Now stop fussing and go! All you’re doing is making yourself even more late. You can take the car; I’ll call a cab to the studio and you'll come back later to pick me up. Deal? Deal!”

Jimin huffed and nodded as he grabbed his things, not daring to argue any longer.

“I’m going now, then.”

“Be safe, don’t wreck my car! I’ll meet you at the studio later, don't forget!”

Jimin nodded rushing to gather all his belongings before reaching for the door.

“Hey!” Hoseok stopped him right as he was about to leave “Just take a deep breath, it’ll be fine, Namjoon won't mind. You got this.”

To be continued...