Seokjin opened his eyes. He has been a sighing machine, for who knows when. He has been laying on his bed since Yoongi left. Since then, he heard nothing other than the music blasting in his ears and his mind.
What time is it?
Moving for once, he turned towards the window at his right, squinting his eyes to see the dim light behind the curtains, tints of orange are visible, indicating the sun is setting.
So early.
He sighed. He raced his arm, his hand that was gripping the stack of sticky notes, the top page wrinkled. His eyes ran across the note, huffing before letting his arm go limp, his hand falling on his chest.
I am at my 3rd note.
Why am I not getting better?
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bts pt.2 // kim seokjin //
Fanfictionread ig // kim seokjin // before this what happened behind the scenes. curse words, sensitive themes and triggering phrases: you have been warned started: 20181231 ended: 20190218 **not to take seriously
