Producing music is hard and Yoongi is frustrated. No worries though. Yoongi's only hyung, Jin, has got him.

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The clock on the studio wall ticked away, its steady rhythm mocking the chaos in Yoongi's mind.

He sat hunched over his desk, surrounded by notebooks, crumpled paper, and the dim glow of his computer screen. His headphones sat discarded on the desk, and his fingers hovered above the keyboard. A melody had been playing in his head all week, haunting him, yet every time he tried to lay it down, it felt wrong—off.

He let out a long, tired sigh, running a hand through his hair. The once-quiet hum of creativity had turned into a deafening roar of self-doubt. Every sound felt too loud, every idea too dull. He hit "play" again on the half-baked track. It sounded hollow, lifeless.

"Why can’t I get it right?" he muttered, his voice trembling with frustration.

A sudden burst of anger surged through him. He slammed his hands on the desk, the sound echoing in the small space.

"This is useless!" he yelled, his voice cracking. His chest heaved as he stared at the screen, his vision blurring with tears he refused to let fall.

The door creaked open slowly. Yoongi didn’t notice at first, too lost in his spiral of anger and exhaustion. Jin stood there, leaning slightly into the doorway, his face soft with concern.

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin said gently, stepping inside.

Yoongi stiffened, hastily wiping at his eyes and clearing his throat. “Hyung, what are you doing here?”

Jin closed the door behind him and walked closer. “Call it a Hyung's instinct. You've been at the studio for hours, Yoongi. You didn't come back for lunch or dinner. Plus, I heard the little meltdown you had just now so I know you're not fine.”

“I’m just… stuck,” Yoongi admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He avoided Jin’s gaze, staring instead at his trembling hands. “Nothing I do is working. Every note, every beat—it’s all wrong.”

Jin pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. “That's okay. It just means you’re human.”

Yoongi let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Human or not, I can’t afford to mess up like this. I have deadlines. Expectations. People waiting on me to deliver something—anything. And I can’t even do that.”

The tears he had been holding back finally spilled over, and he quickly covered his face with his hands. “I’m so tired, hyung.”

Jin’s heart clenched at the sight of his usually composed brother falling apart. Without a word, he stood and pulled Yoongi into his arms, holding him tightly.

At first, Yoongi froze. He wasn’t used to this—being comforted so openly. But then the warmth of Jin’s embrace seeped into him, and he let himself lean against his hyung, his shoulders shaking as the tears came freely.

“It’s okay to cry,” Jin murmured, his hand gently rubbing Yoongi’s back. “You don’t have to carry this alone.”

Yoongi sniffled, his voice muffled against Jin’s shoulder. “I feel like I’m letting everyone down.”

“You’re not,” Jin said firmly. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look Yoongi in the eyes. “You give so much of yourself to your work, to us, to the fans. It’s okay if you don’t have all the answers right now. What matters is that you’re trying. And we’re here for you.”

Yoongi nodded, though his throat felt too tight to respond. Jin reached over to grab a tissue from the desk, handing it to him with a small smile.

“Take a break,” Jin said. “Step away for a bit. You’re not going to solve everything in one night, and you’re only going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing like this.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Jin interrupted, his tone playful but firm. “That’s an order from your hyung.”

A small, tired smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips. “Since when do you give orders?”

“Since I decided my little brother needs a breather,” Jin replied with a wink. He stood up and held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s raid the fridge. I made some kimchi stew earlier, and I saved you a bowl.”

Yoongi broke into a gummy smile. "Thanks, hyung."

"Anytime."

The end