Namjoon walked into the studio and stopped dead in his tracks. Yoongi was hunched over some equipment, hacking into his arm as he worked. Namjoon walked up behind his older friend and clapped him on the shoulder, startling him. Yoongi whipped around and Namjoon's heart lurched. Yoongi's face was drawn and pale, bloodshot eyes underscored by dark circles so dark they could be mistaken for bruises.

"I thought we talked about this," Namjoon said, worry and frustration coloring his voice. "You need to take care of yourself. You've gotta stop overworking!" Yoongi's shoulders dropped in exhaustion.

"I know, Joon," he sighed. "But I want to get these songs finished and you know Marissa is on that business trip. I want to have free time to spend with her when she gets back." Namjoon sat down in the office chair next to Yoongi and rubbed his forehead.

"I know, Yoongi, but if you don't take care of yourself you'll be too sick to spend any time with her anyway." He said. "And how do you think she would feel knowing that you were working yourself sick because of her?" He arched a brow at his friend. Yoongi hiffed and looked away.

"She'd be upset with me," he mumbled after a moment. Namjoon nodded in agreement. The pair sat in silence as he tried to come up with a solution to Yoongi's problem. He totally got where he was coming from, wanting to knock out all his work while his girlfriend was gone so that when she came back he could give her his undivided attention.

"How about this?" Namjoon started. "You take the rest of today and tomorrow off and I'll work on some of this--"

"Mr. Bang assigned this to me. I can't just shove it off on you." Yoongi said, sounding almost angry.

"If you get sick and can't work I'll be the one taking care of it anyway," Namjoon snapped. "If you would cool off and let me finish what I was saying that would help." He looked at Yoongi, eyebrows raised. The older man nodded for Namjoon to continue. "As I was saying, let me work on some of it while you take a couple of days off to rest and then we can go over it together. If you think anything needs changed or fine tuned we can tweak it. The work will get done and you'll have had a break so you're well rested and healthy when Marissa gets back."

Yoongi looked at Namjoon for a moment, considering his proposition. It would be nice to get a break. He knew how Marissa hated it when he overworked himself and he hated to stress her out.

"Okay," he rasped. "I'll take a couple of days off." Namjoon smiled in relief. "I'm heading out then," Yoongi continued. "See you later, man. And thanks for looking out for me."

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A few days had passed and Namjoon had done a great job with the work, Yoongi didn't know why he's tried to stop his younger friend. Maybe it was a matter of pride, but he should have let it go. Namjoon was very talented and good at what he did.

Today was the day Marissa came home and he could hardly take the waiting. He knew his eyes still looked tired, but he was much better than when Namjoon had found him in the studio. Yoongi was pacing the living room while he waited for Marissa to arrive. He had already gotten all of her favorite snacks ready and had a hoodie and some of his sweats waiting for her. She always came straight to him from whatever trip she'd been on and she loved changing out of her work clothes into some of his clothes.

He all but ran toward the door when he heard the knock. He wrenched it open so quickly Marissa jumped in surprise before giggling at the gleeful expression on Yoongi's face. He pulled her inside and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"I missed you, too, Yoon." She said softly. She pulled back and looked up at him, eyes shining happily. When her expression dropped Yoongi knew she could tell what he'd been up to.

"Namjoon caught me before I really overworked, babe. I've been resting. I'm okay," Yoongi said in a rush, trying to stop her worrying before it could really start. He could see in her eyes that she wanted to discuss it more, but as she looked him over he could tell that she knew what he said was true.

"Come on," he said tugging gently on her hand. "I set out your favorite sweats and hoodie for you." Marissa shot him the biggest smile he thought he'd ever seen as she pulled away from him and went to change clothes.

While he waited for her to finish, he sprawled out on the couch. He must have started to doze, because the next thing he knew, she was curling up on the couch with him. She laid her head on his chest and he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of her head. His smile only grew when he felt her rubbing circles on his tummy.

"Mmm. Thank you, baby," he mumbled sleepily. The soothing motion putting him to sleep. His last thought before drifting off was that he couldn't wait until he could fall asleep like this every night, not only just every once in a while.

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