𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

It was concerning how furiously I was flipping through the pages of the book, but I couldn't get enough of it.

I ate a simple sandwich from the kitchen on my way back from Ghost's room into my warehouse. While the sandwich wasn't much at all, it still provided enough to keep my rumbling gut at bay.

I ignored the hateful glares, rude remarks, and plain assholes in the warehouse as I trudged up the stairs with my nose deep into the pages which smelled just like Ghost.

With my attention hardly wavering from the novel, I grabbed the doorknob and walked inside where I noticed Yoongi was asleep.

I don't know if he got up at all today or just laid there asleep, but either way, it was night by now. I wasn't going to wake him when my attention would be distracted anyways.

Refusing to sleep on the couch with him, afraid the events of this morning might happen again, I settled with taking my spot on the floor.

I grabbed a pillow, blanket, and set the book on the ground where I rolled over and laid on my stomach to read. I stayed in the position and was thankful that the small, desk lamp in the corner provided enough light for me.

It was perfect so that it didn't wake him, and it wasn't so dark my eyes strained to read the text.

I admit as the warehouse noises faded with each passing hour, I found myself still wide awake into the early morning of the next day.

With my full attention focused on the story, I found myself nearing the end, but tiredness was catching up to me as the early sunrise hit through the drawn blinds in the room.

Shutting the book, I told myself I could finish it later. After all, it's an accomplishment to read nearly two books in twenty-four hours. I was impressed with myself, but more so exhausted at this point.

Laying my head on the thin pillow, I turned my back on Yoongi and let my eyes shut on their own.

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I felt the softness of fingertips brush against my cheek, moving the locks of my hair behind my ear. It felt so nice and comfortable. It reminded me of early memories of my mother who would cradle me to sleep with her whispers and gentle touch. I miss those moments so much, even though I know I shouldn't.

"It's time to wake up, cutie," although the feeling felt like a dream, I was awake enough to realize that wasn't my mother's voice.

With my eyes widening, I jerk away from the fingers cradling my face when I see Acid laying down beside me with a soft smile.

"Good morning—or should I say afternoon?" She grins, shutting her eyes when she does.

"Acid, what the hell are you doing?" I'm annoyed, angry, and overall, a little freaked about waking up to find her treating me like a child in my sleep. It's an invasion of my privacy at the very least.

"Just waking you up, silly. Yoongi left earlier to go on a run. He told me if you hadn't woken up before three to wake you. You looked like you were sleeping so well, so I wanted to be careful." She admits when I stand up.