“Yooooooongiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” the voice pulled Yoongi out of the sheet music he was looking over adjusting the settings on the track over and over. “You really need to clean your studio out,” he turned back to see his long time friend, Siyeon walking into his studio, “This

place is a mess, what the heck Yoongi?” she cursed under her breath as she jumped over one of his many leaning towers of pizza and chinese take out boxes. Yoongi only shrugged as the blonde girl dropped into the chair next to him spinning to look at his soundboard. Turning to speak to her only after she let out a long stream of sighs that kept increasing in volume,

“What do you want?” his words were sharp but in his defense he hadn’t slept in at least 3 days, weeks? What day was it anyway?

“You’ve been shut up in here for like a week Yoongi, this isn’t healthy,” he looked down at his keyboard muttering about how he was ‘almost done with this track’ and ‘has deadlines to meet’ nearly biting his tongue off as he received a sharp hit to the back of his head,

“Deadline my ,” the scowl on Siyeon’s face is enough to send anyone running for the hills, “If you won’t leave,” she takes a deep breath sighing once again, “then at least let me help you clean up in here, maybe get you an air filter or something. You can’t just sit in here all the time you’re paler than I am,” Yoongi honestly feels terrible as he sees the genuine concern in his friend’s face. Would it really kill him to clean up the studio a bit? Jesus he’s a bad friend.

“Okay, we can clean up,” He clapped his hands over his ears before Siyeon could squeal like she always did when she got her way, pulling Yoongi out of his chair. The redhead looked back forlornly at the almost finished song left up on his screen before stopping the excited girl, she couldn’t think he’d cave that easily even if it was partially to sooth his own conscious,

“You have to help me record the demo for the new A­Pink song though, there’s no way I’m doing that by myself again,” there was a horrible flashback moment for both of them before Siyeon held her pinky up to Yoongi,

“You’ve got a deal then,” her smile growing as he wrapped their pinkies around each other before pressing the pads of their thumbs together.

Yoongi should have expected Siyeon would make him be the one to go to the store for all of the cleaning supplies that he didn’t keep around the studio, which was everything but a broom and garbage bags. It was times like these that Yoongi questioned his past self’s decisions that led to him becoming friends with her. There had been plenty of students in his history class that he could of sat by, so why should he of chosen the chair next to the girl scribbling madly in her notebook? He was late that’s why. Maybe he could blame his piece of junk phone that had decided that it didn’t want to charge and died before it could blast his alarm to wake him, or his parents for not noticing their son was still asleep even though he’d normally have been eating. Maybe he could just blame Siyeon for deciding to ask him for help with the worksheet once they had time to work. Whoever’s fault it was, Yoongi decided to hate them as he paid for the cleaning supplies that Siyeon had told him to get.

“Hey kid, I’m back,” Yoongi calls out as he walks into his studio shutting the sound proof door behind him. Looking around for his friend he heard what sounded like an avalanche crashing through the small space as the closet door burst open a high pitched scream making Yoongi jump as Siyeon falls out along with most of his belongings,

“OH MY GOD, SIYEON,” Yoongi’s pretty sure his shout can be heard in the room next

door regardless of soundproofing as he moves the pile of boxes off of Siyeon, “What the hell were you doing in there?” Yoongi’s heart races as he turns to look into the closet quickly closing

the door before pulling the blonde to her feet.

“I wanted to scare you but I think I slipped on something,” she groaned placing her hands on her head, “We need to clean more than I thought,” she looked up at Yoongi a smile on her face as he shows her the shopping bags,

“Let’s get this over with then,” The pair situates themselves on the floor of the studio after Siyeon connects her phone to Yoongi’s speakers, ‘I don’t care if you’re the music expert here, we aren’t listening to rap right now,’ starting to shift through the piles of junk covering the floor.

“Do you even know what color the carpet is?” Siyeon questioned as she broke down what must have been the 50th pizza box looking at the mess that still filled the room,

“I want to say red,” Yoongi answers his voice flat as he flips through the box filled with albums in his lap, wow he’d done a lot of work in the past few years. No wonder Siyeon was worried for his health. There had to be at least 100 albums with his work on them spread throughout the small space, and he was guessing low.Now that he’s been pulled away from his work though Yoongi’s starting to feel the exhaustion rise up behind his eyes making them burn a bit. He starts to question the last time he slept before pulling his phone out to check the date, the 4th, last time he’d checked it’d been the 30th. Wow, he needed to sleep sometime, he thought as he took the box of albums over to the wall of shelves that was furthest from the recording equipment and beginning to organize them alphabetically, the sound of Siyeon singing along to some SNSD song a comforting buzz in the back of his mind.

The pair cleans the main area of the studio within an hour leaving only the recording booth and the Closet of Death (Siyeon had renamed it after more boxes fell when she tried to open it again).

“We still have more to clean you can’t fall asleep on me now,” Siyeon whined as Yoongi laid motionless face down on the floor,

“Yes I can, I’m older than you I can do what I want to,” the floor swallowed most of Yoongi’s response, but did little to muffle his shout of surprise and the following groan as Siyeon decided to make a nice chair out of his back causing the vertebrae to pop as they repositioned.

“Fine, we’ll clean the rest of it tomorrow, let’s get you home and to bed,” Yoongi grunted in approval as he began the process of standing up knocking his friend to the ground as he went. Not to Yoongi’s surprise the younger complained about it the entire walk to her apartment complex, she’d agreed to let him walk her home after he’d pointed out that it was already dark

and the streets of the city are far from safe to walk alone at night. Sure she might

be obnoxious but Yoongi likes her enough to want her safe.

The promise of the still messy closet is what brings Siyeon back to Yoongi’s studio the next day a helmet placed firmly on her head (better safe than sorry), and a box of chicken in her hands, and maybe Yoongi thinks the deadline for the song could wait one more day.