6: 46 a.m.
"Hi, how's your morning going?"
Jimin didn't look up, but he stopped reading, finger-marking his place in Season of Migration to the North with a sigh. "It's alright. Yours?"
Then there was silence. Though Jimin had only spoken to him twice before, he assumed it to be out of the man's nature. So he finally looked up through tortoiseshell glasses and asked the doe-eyed man,
"What?"
To which Yoongi replied with a smile,
"Nothing, I just didn't think I would get this far."
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daybreak | yoonmin
Fanfictionso it begins at dawn. first, perfectly aligned windows. next, perfectly aligned stars.
