this chapter will be yoongi & jimin texting the whole time idk how long it'll be but (': enjoy mi hoy ne hoy *^ _^*
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bigdaddy93: you never did tell me your age btw
yoongi felt anxious texting the younger boy, he assumed he was older anyway, since jimin said he'd called him 'hyung.'
yoongi fiddled with his fingers.
5 minutes went by.
10 minutes went by.
then finally, 30 minutes.
yoongi felt distraught and gave up on the idea of getting a response. he was easily discouraged.
deciding to shrug it off and focus on something more important; his career, he set out towards his studio.
it was a rainy day, and yoongi found it rather soothing and relaxing
somehow the gloomy weather would put him into a peaceful trance, admiring the beauty of seoul.
once again, yoongi was taking the stations to his work. no one would be there since it was the weekend and the news forecast predicted storms.
yoongi had an underlying love for storms and rain. it represented his moods and emotions most of the time. ❃❃❃
reaching his destination, he pulled out his key, unlocking the entrance into the petite building.
of course, all of the lights were out, except for mini lamps, that kept the place dimly lit up.
he steadily made his way down the narrow hallways, towards the direction of his room.
it was his favorite place, really. the walls were plain grey, and the furniture was black. it was decorated with a red and white printed rug, and things that fit yoongi perfectly.
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this was his safe haven. the only place he felt like he belonged. even though his recording room wasn't physically a person, it was his best friend.
yoongi was deep in thought, turning his equipment on, messing with the soundboard, when his phone lit up with a notification.
