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Yoongi felt extremely guilty. He was after all, entirely responsible for why Jimin almost lost his voice. It’s just being the perfectionist he was, he may have sort of kept pushing the younger to hit the notes just right, a pitch or two higher, to draw out his vowels more and hold the note a bit longer, then do it all over just one more time (or maybe ten). It was no secret that Yoongi was a workaholic, staying up at ungodly hours scribbling away into his notepad, toggling with the soundtrack for the umpteenth time, seldom taking a break and neglecting his own well-being by forgetting to eat, drink, sleep, shower and to Hoseok’s horror, even bother changing into a clean set of underwear. The rapper was always pushing himself to the breaking point, but this time he had been so careless as to push Jimin past his limits as well. It didn’t help that the younger’s voice was so incredibly sweet and mellifluous, Yoongi felt as if he could listen to him sing all day, `which is exactly what Yoongi made him do.
All was going well up until the very last verse, the most crucial parts in which Jimin’s high note was essential, but the younger failed repeatedly again and again to meet his standards. The lengthy recording session eventually became frustrating and counter-productive.
Irritated, the rapper rubbed his hands over his face and sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that hour alone,
“Try it again. Once more from the top.”
Yoongi knew of Jimin’s immeasurable potential and many capabilities. Without a doubt, the lead-vocalist could hit those notes, but alternating between different pitches just wasn’t helping either. Jimin could do much better than this and more, so what was the issue?? Truthfully, Yoongi knew in the back of his mind that the guy was tired, heck they were both pretty drained and it would probably be best if to wrap it up for the day. But the rapper was desperate to meet the deadline, and the stupid stubborn tiny voice in his head kept insisting it wouldn't hurt to try once more , one last time and it might just be it . Evidently, a shit night's sleep combined with a sugar crash after downing (at least) six cups of coffee on an empty stomach, seriously messed up one's rationale. It was almost too late when he finally realized.
‘Oh shit’ , it clicked as the Yoongi squinted at the time on corner of the monitor screen, it was a quarter to nine...They’ve been holed up in the studio since twelve pm.
It was selfish and inconsiderate, he knew, or at least now he did, and he regretted it terribly. It was really all his fault. He knew Jimin too well, hard-working, adorable, a bit of a push-over, baby-faced, determined, short-tempered, eager to please, precious angel Park Jimin. He should have insisted on taking a break, but breaks were an unfamiliar concept to the both of them. Jimin being quite the perfectionist himself, had once overworked himself in the dance studio to the point of getting a fucking nosebleed for Chrissake, he wouldn’t simply back down. No, it just wasn’t in his nature to refuse or disagree with his Hyung, (or anyone for that matter) who in his eagerness to finish , was clearly oblivious to the younger’s suffering. Hell it was as if the word “No” didn’t even exist in the brat’s vocabulary. Goddamnit, Yoongi ran a hand through his newly dyed Grey hair, he was such an idiot. A total complete asshole! He just wanted to get it done and over with. As of lately, he’s been so stressed with meeting Bang Pd’s deadline, so caught up in his own bubble that he didn’t even realize how quickly the time flew by, disregarding Jimin’s well being in the process.
“Shit! Jimin come here.”Yoongi cursed, his tone coming out more harshly than intended. He needed to get this kid to bed fast, and maybe get him some tea or something before his voice completely gave in. Jimin’s vocal chords were sensitive, whenever he sang passionately for too long he often lost his voice or developed a sore throat. Fuck how could he be so clueless , so careless as to not check the time? Why didn’t Jimin say anything?
“Hyung?” Jimin stepped out of the recording booth and approached him with uncertainty, only then was Yoongi able to fully take in his appearance. His most favorite feature, Jimin’s eyes, which usually sparkled with endless excitement and energy were dimmed with weariness, a few strands of hair were out of place and his complexion paled a bit from exhaustion.
“Are you..mad at me?” he said quietly. Was that a sniffle?
“YAH idiot! Why didn’t you tell me you needed a break?”
Jimin visibly flinched and averted his eyes, looking like a kicked puppy all the while, “...You never gave me the chance”, his voice was slightly hoarse, barely above a whisper. It was true, Yoongi would snap, “Once more, try it again” before Jimin could even retort.The rapper cringed, regretful for snapping at him and immediately softened his tone,
“Listen Jimin-ah, I’m so sorry, I-I lost track of time. I shouldn’t have snapped at you I’m the idiot. I didn't mean to keep you this long”
Yoongi lifted both hands to caress Jimin’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes,"It won’t happen again I promise, I’ll make it up to you okay?" Jimin blushed, leaning into the touch and nodding his head. Yoongi pulled him into a tight embrace when suddenly Jimin spoke up, his voice muffled by the taller male's shoulder,
“It’s okay Hyung, really, at least I got to spend some time with you”
At this Yoongi stilled, eyes widening a fraction as the younger continued, “You’re always at the studio, I hardly see you anymore I guess I kind of missed you.”
They were both glad that in this position, they couldn’t see each others faces flushed red. Yoongi smiled appreciatively as he ruffled Jimin’s soft, fluffy black hair and threw an arm around his shoulder, “This brat, what am I going to do with you?”
Jimin smiled cheekily and his eyes twinkled mischievously, “Well for starters, you could buy me ice cream~”. Yoongi chuckled, flashing his bright gummy smile, eyes forming into crescents, “Yeah, alright that’s do-able.” He dug into his jacket pocket for his keys and locked the studio on their way out,
“But you’re eating real food first got it? I’ll heat you up some soup or something once we get back”.
After stopping by the convenience store to buy two tubs of ice cream, the Mini-Mini duo headed home, Yoongi’s arm was thrown over Jimin’s shoulders, and the younger’s around his Hyung’s waist. One plastic bag of cookie dough ice cream in Jimin’s hand, and a bag of mint chocolate chip in Yoongi’s, with smile and a tinge of pink adorning both of their faces.