Finding You

Chapter One: The Wave

It was fifteen minutes to three AM and the only source of light in the room was the harsh glare cast from the monitor in front of him. His exhaustion made him feel like he was on auto-pilot, causing him to sit slumped in his computer chair with eyes half-lidded while the taste of old coffee lingered on his tongue. His mind was foggy and most likely halfway to sleep but he pushed himself anyways, using the mouse in his hand to continue editing the track he worked on. There was a slight hum emitting from the cooling system in the building, but he couldn't hear it over the sound of the music coming from the headphones clamped firmly over his ears.

Min Yoongi had been in the studio since seven. He arrived with cup ramen that he had supposed to eat for dinner but it had ultimately been left forgotten on the dark-wood desk he worked at. He had only come in so late to make up for lost time he had spent attending to a schedule set in place for him by his company and he hadn't meant to stay this long. However, he was no stranger to getting caught up in his work. He wasn't one to halt his work in an awkward place or leave a task half finished, so he had been there through the night, working away on one particularly stubborn piece. Sure, he wouldn't finish the whole song in one sitting, but he could finish the arrangement of a particular section. If he didn't, the song would feel disjointed and he was too much of a perfectionist for that. There were a lot of things that Min Yoongi went about with less than the required amount of energy to complete, but music was not one of them. He wouldn't dream of slacking when it came to something he loved so much. He was passionate and while it was true that he wasn't required to work so many sleepless hours bent over a small computer, he did just that because making music meant more to him than his own comfort.

It was early in the morning when he decided to head back to the dorm, having finished off the section that he had been focusing on after what had felt like a day's shift. While it wasn't wholly necessary for him to work so intently now that the first half of the album was done, and in promotion, he couldn't help but write and compose more music in the meantime. He felt like he needed a constant pool of material they could draw from and he wasn't about to let it dry.

Comebacks were the worst. It was the constant struggle of being exhausted but attempting to look well-rested for the fans. It was nonstop work, sleepless nights, and early mornings. He was no stranger to overworking himself and tonight was no different than all the other nights. So, when Yoongi shuffled inside the dorm, he picked the first spot that looked remotely comfortable and fell asleep on the couch.

He couldn't remember exactly what time he had gotten in. Maybe it was six in the morning or it could have been six after eight. All he could seem to remember was gazing at a stupid six on the screen of his phone, unable to focus on the rest of the digits before giving up and collapsing soon after. This wasn't the first time he had come home that early and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. A part of him wondered why he just didn't sleep at the studio but then he remembered he had tried that once and his computer chair ruined his back for several days. However, waking up to a sore back was a more tempting prospect than what he had been woken up to that afternoon.

They sounded far away at first. The soft tones of Jimin's giggles were muffled like Yoongi was hearing them from underwater and Taehyung's deep laugh might have been down the hallway from the apartment, like he was coming from the elevator. Soon Jungkook's voice was mixed with their laughs, but Yoongi couldn't even begin to try and comprehend what he was saying; his voice was too far away and his words might as well have been in another language for all the difference that it made.

As their voices came in clearer, he slowly realised that Jungkook was speaking another language. He was saying something in English but it wasn't making any sense to the older member of the group, not that English often made sense to him anyway. Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut harder, almost as if he was labouring under the delusion that it would make their voices disappear; he soon realised that if it actually did anything at all, it only made them louder. Once he had accepted that he had been officially pulled from his sleep, he didn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he resigned himself to laying there while listening to their idiocy. The annoyance he felt was palpable and he wondered if the Maknae line would leave when the wave of his irritation hit them. Anything was better than actually getting up and stopping them, so he begrudgingly tried that for a little while to no avail.