heart like yours- willamette stone

~YOUR POV~

"There should be a rule about cuddling in the studio," Namjoon complained as he walked in, finding you and Yoongi lying on the couch together. Yoongi's head was resting on your chest, his breathing steady and even, calm. You were planning to hang out in the studio that night as some of the others worked casually, but Yoongi showed up complaining about how tired he was, and ended up falling asleep mid-conversation with you.

"Shh, he's sleeping," you scolded Namjoon quietly, looking back to your phone. Stevens was texting you, trying to arrange the schedule at Youth & Impulse for the next month. While both you and Stevens both wanted Yoongi there, it was clear that he was going to have to retire from the job rather soon. Bangtan's debut music video had been released a few weeks ago, their first concert together was in two days, and after that, there would be their first tour. Yoongi was about to be in and out of town quite a bit, and it was time that Youth & Impulse found someone else to come in and replace him. However, the piano bench was always open to Yoongi anytime he wanted to step in and play for a night.

"Dance practice was exhausting today, so I don't blame him for passing out like that," Namjoon chuckled, sitting down at the chair in front of the computer. It felt strange to be sitting in the studio like that with just the two of them; it reminded you of the old times. You didn't particularly miss those times, as you were happy with how things were going, but sometimes you longed for the simplicity of how things were back then. Sitting together with them like that brought those feelings back up, nostalgia easily overcoming you.

"Johnson is working to get you guys ready for the concert, and then the tour I assume?" you offered before shooting a text back to Stevens, letting him know the rest of Yoongi's upcoming schedule.

"Yeah, he's been pretty tough of on all of us lately. Especially him," Namjoon replied, nodding at the sleeping boy curled up against you.

"Yoon? Why?" you questioned, curious about why Johnson would have to be pushing Yoongi more than the other members.

"He sees a lot of potential in Yoongi's dancing, and he's trying to bring the best out of him. Johnson really cares about us, so he's been doing everything to make us the best we can possibly be before our live performances begin," Namjoon explained, "It's been really exhausting if I'm honest. But, you should be proud of him, you know? He's working hard."

You glanced down at Yoongi who sighed in his sleep, heart yet again overwhelmed with simple admiration for the boy.

"I am proud of him. I'm proud of the rest of you as well, though," You reminded Namjoon, feeling like perhaps people in his life didn't give him enough credit. He didn't even give himself enough credit. "Obviously I've known Yoon longer than I've known you, but I've had the opportunity to watch you grow as an artist as well. You've really earned all of this, Joon. And even through all the difficulties, you've been a great friend to Yoongi, and that's something I'm appreciative for," you admitted sincerely, the words effortlessly floating off your lips. These were words you'd been meaning to say to Namjoon for a while, gratitude you'd been meaning to express. You just hadn't had a real opportunity until now.

"Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot...I haven't said this before now, and honestly, I'm not sure why it's taken me so long to tell you. But, you're really good for him. I know you guys have been through some bad stuff in your relationship, but I still believe that you both compliment each other in the best ways. Yoongi shed a lot of tears throughout the rough patches in your relationship with him; he really cares for you. And with how supportive you've been of his career, I can see that you really care for him too. I'm happy that he has someone like you close to him," Namjoon returned his gratitude, the words slightly surprising you as conversations between you and Namjoon had never gotten quite this personal before. You were grateful for his kind words, and they meant a lot to you. You opened your mouth to reply, but Yoongi was suddenly shifting slightly, his head lifting in a tired manner as his eyes opened.

"All of this sappy talk woke me up," he complained, sounding incredibly sleepy and groggy.

"Sorry," you chuckled as he laid back down against you, allowing his eyes to close again.

"It's okay. I know it's hard to resist bragging about me," Yoongi mumbled, a smirk ghosting his lips. You looked up at Namjoon who was rolling his eyes, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks, Namjoon. I appreciate that a lot," you thanked Namjoon for his kind words, ignoring Yoongi's smart remark.

"Let's not get too sentimental now," he winked, "I'm still not a fan of all the PDA," he teased.

"Deal with it," Yoongi argued, half-asleep, but somehow still finding the energy to lift his head, peck your lips, and then lay back down.

"You're out of control today, you know that right?" you laughed at Yoongi, beginning to play with his hair.

"I know."

"Ugh! Stop flirting!" Namjoon screeched, turning around in the desk chair, and sliding on his headphones.

"We love you, Namjoon," you snickered, and he replied with a simple shake of the head.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

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~YOONGI'S POV~

"I'm panicking," he said, beginning to pace around the dressing room. He was only half dressed; his leather jeans on while he still lacked a shirt, his stylist frantically wandering around as she had misplaced the rest of his outfit. Fortunately, his hair and makeup were already finished.

"Racheal will find your shirt. Calm down," Hoseok chuckled from nearby, sitting in his chair as he was having his stage makeup done.

"Hoseok, please stop moving," the makeup artist commanded politely, but irritation was still lining her voice.

"Sorry," he said, facing forward again.

"It's not the shirt I'm panicking about," Yoongi breathed, continuing to pace. "I'm worried about the performance."

"Why?" Jin randomly jumped into the conversation, walking up to Yoongi. He was the only member that was in full clothing, makeup, and complete hair so far. There were only thirty minutes till the beginning of their debut concert, and all the stylists were in over their heads, running behind.

"What are you so nervous for?" Hoseok chimed back in without moving his head toward Yoongi and Jin as his makeup artist was clearly agitated with him. "It's not like this is the first concert you've ever done."

"Yeah, I know, but this is so important! It's been months since my last live performance, and now I'm worried I'm going to forget my lyrics or the choreography, or that I'm going to rip these ridiculously tight pants, and that I'll always be known as the K-Idol who flashed everyone at his first concert, and then I'll forever be ridiculed on the internet, and then you guys will forever be ridiculed for having anything to do with me, and-"

"Dude. You need to calm down," Jin chuckled, Hoseok joining in on the laughter. "You're way overthinking this. We've been preparing for a long time for this; it's all going to be fine."

"I CAN'T CALM DOWN!" Yoongi shouted, gaining looks from every single member and staff person that was in the room.

"Is this about your shirt, Yoongi? 'Cause I found it!" Rachael called, letting out a nervous laugh as she rushed over to him, passing him the shirt.

"Thanks," Yoongi sighed, slipping the shirt on, feeling slightly calmer than he did before now that he was completely physically ready for the concert.

"We still have like a half hour until show time. Go talk to Y/N or something because you need to chill," Hoseok suggested, rising from the makeup chair as he was now finished getting ready as well.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Yoongi breathed, pulling out his phone to text you to meet him outside the dressing room. You showed up a mere two minutes later, easily getting security clearance from the badges that Yoongi had acquired from his management for you.

"Are you wearing lipstick?" you chuckled when you met him in the hall, giving him a hard time even though it was obvious that he was a nervous wreck. Your attempt to make him laugh didn't work.

"It's tinted lip balm, but that's the least of my worries right now," he exclaimed, looking like he was ready to pull his hair out.

"What's the matter with you?"

"All of this suddenly feels so real, and I don't feel like I'm ready for it," he rubbed the sides of his head, trying to force away the headache that was coming on. He wasn't sure why he was freaking out so much; it was more intense stage fright than he'd ever experienced before. He felt like there was a lot riding on this performance; that it really mattered how good they were live together for the first time, that this would set the pace for the rest of their careers.

"It's okay to be nervous, Yoon. But, don't psych yourself out. You've been giving it your all for months now, all to prepare yourself for this moment," you reminded him, your words slowly beginning to get to him.

"I know, I know. I don't know why I can't calm down. I'm scared I'm going to go out there and choke," he admitted uneasily.

"C'mon, Yoongi. You won't and you know that. You're going to have the time of your life out there," you smiled at him, and a small amount of the fear he was experiencing slowly began to deteriorate away. "I have complete confidence in you. I mean that."

Yoongi pulled you into a tight hug then, sighing again in an attempt to force all his bad feelings out. "I would kiss you but I don't want to mess up my makeup," he said before bursting into a fit of giggles, "I never thought that would be something I'd have to say to you."

You laughed into his chest, "Now you understand why I get frustrated at you when you kiss me and mess up my makeup before we go out somewhere."

"I never realized how much girls sacrifice. This stuff is annoying," he continued laughing, and then made the sudden realization that he felt much better. Your happy moods and laughter were incredibly contagious to him, and your few and simple words were enough to calm him down. That, he was grateful for.

"Now," you began, pulling away from his embrace, "Go back in there and drink some water, and get ready with the rest of the members. You got this, and I'll be right there on the front row. I am your biggest fan after all," you smirked at him.

He grinned, "And you're the cutest."

"You're so cheesy," you chuckled, "Now go! Conquer the world, Min Yoongi!" You cheered him on as he stepped away from you, going toward the door.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N."

"I love you too! Now stop spouting sappy lines at me and go get ready for your concert!"

He waved, finally complying, before disappearing back into the dressing room.

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~YOUR POV~

All seven members of Bangtan stood proudly on the stage, bowing before the audience that was cheering so loudly, you could barely even hear yourself think. You watched as Yoongi gleamed with passion and pride, and excitement among his members, relishing in the feeling of accomplishing something great with the rest of them. He was drenched in sweat like he always was after a performance, but he seemed more awake and aware than ever. He was grinning, showing his gummy smile to a few thousand people, his arms now around both Namjoon and Hoseok.

And you stood from the audience beside Stevens, in a front row seat that had been reserved just for you. Your face stretched into the biggest smile it could possibly manage as your heart swelled with pride and love for the boy on stage, overwhelmed with happiness for him and the things he had achieved within the amount of time you'd known him.

The stage lights went dark as Bangtan's first concert officially came to a close, the crowd still screaming as loudly as before, cheering the names of each of the boys. You turned to Stevens, your smiling out of control; his was as well.

"Can you believe how far he's really come?" you shouted over the noise, wanting to reminisce with Stevens, wanting to brag on Yoongi and his accomplishments simply because you were so proud.

"It's pretty amazing, honestly," Stevens agreed, sharing an equal amount of pride for Yoongi as you did.

You sat in your spot for a few more short moments, taking in the atmosphere, trying to document everything within your mind so you could remember this day forever.

"Let's go, Stevens," you said eventually, "We have a celebration to get to."