Dust filled books surrounded the ancient library as quiet sounds of a pencil on paper penetrated the room. There, in between bookshelves sat Min Yoongi, a prolonged author trying to write his first romance story.
'Be more romanticized' they said 'Stop making everything have a sad ending- blah blah blah'
It annoyed him especially since they never understood what it was like to never experience falling in love, nor have someone to make you feel special. All this talk about 'love at first sight' or 'love solves everything' meant nothing for him
and yet, it meant everything to him
Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair, delicate and slender hands that were once wrapped around the wooden pencil now laid flat on the desk, hazel orbs gazing over previous writing as his eyes landed on a name he knew all too well
Kim Taehyung.
That was the name of his story book character. A tall, handsome and slim man who was loved by many and often knew what it was like to love and feel loved.
He was the complete opposite of Yoongi.
For days he worked on the story but never seemed to make any improvements, it often ending with him crumpling up the paper and slamming a book into the wall in anger, a mark deeply engraved into the creased lining as proof of the books existence
but at least on the bright side
He was hungry and food always seemed to brighten up his mood.
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