written in the pages

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Morning rose and Yoongi was awakened by a bright light glimmering on his facial features, his brown orbs turning hazel once he fully opened his eyes only to shade them with his hands and groan

"Fucking bright ass sun"

Sitting up, the male tried to close the curtains without getting up only to fail and fall off the bed, cursing to himself

'So much for being lazy today'

Getting out of bed, he reached over and closed the curtains, stretching his sore limbs so he could yawn properly. Today was a new day for him to start working on his story

...

Once finished with his morning routine, Yoongi found his way downstairs, not feeling hungry as usual, instead deciding to take a seat infront of his mini 'office', and flip towards the page he'd been working on

At the moment, his character Taehyung was trying to build up enough courage to confess to the person he liked, trying to portray the intense nervousness he was going through but nothing worked, he ended up comparing the males nervous attitude to when you run out of food, it simply didn't fit in

Placing down his pencil, he massaged his temple, and took a seat on the couch to decompress, if he didn't do something, he'd still be writing the story in his grave

Thanks for that, author

Getting ready to just rest in for the whole, Yoongi got up only to have his complete schedule interrupted, a knock leaving from his door, followed by a quiet voice

"Yoongi? It's Namjoon"

Then  an obnoxiously loud one

"And Jimin!"

Sigh.

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