Cloudy Skies -BTS 8th Member-

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----- [Yuki's Pov] -----

God, how much I wish a bomb could hit me right now.

Not exactly the best sentence to start off my evening, I don't really care though.
I feel so exhausted, though I guess being exhausted is like the only thing I'm good at doing.

As I stared at myself in the large mirror displayed across the wall, reflecting the room back to me I started to hum as I closed my eyes.
I don't know why I started humming as I don't do it when somebody could easily hear me, but I just did. its not the smartest move when your still out of breathe from dance practice though.

Why, just why, are all their dances so good yet so fucking hard?

I opened my eyes and sighed. I'm on break but my body doesn't feel like its on break. It feels like I'm still stuck doing the choreography, listening to my back practically break.

Not really, I just like to be dramatic for my own amusement.

Its actually sad how funny I find myself-

I should probably leave, I could practically pass out. After not sleeping, My day was just packed with lessons, practices, anything they could think of was just shoved into one day clearly. And it was the one day I got trapped in an office and had another bad day.

Why am I even surprised anymore, do I just magically think some wizard will appear and grant me three wishes?

Wait

Thats genies.

Ah yes, how I even remember my own name at this point is just pure luck.

No, seriously, how do I even remember my name.

Whatever that's not the point Yuki.

I pushed myself of the wooden floor, putting little effort into walking over to my phone before turning it on and being blinded by the light, regretting my choice of high setting.

Hurrying I turn down the brightness, so I could actually see my screen to check the time

03:47pm.

No wonder I'm so tired.
It's my fault though.
I forget time exists a lot ok?
Not really.
I just forget to check.
I loose track of time easily.
Especially when reading, or daydreaming, or dancing.

I decided it was actually time to head to my new home? Or whatever it's called. Not that I really bother labelling things.

I packed up my bag with anything I left laying around in a mess and headed out the door.

Should I call a taxi?

Or take the bus?

I'll just walk home.

And so I did, Now currently leaving the building and walking out into the busy street.

I'm glad they all went home.
Otherwise it'd be like a scene taken out of the walking dead where I'd literally be teared apart.

I took in a breathe, smelling all the take-aways and the fresh air. It felt nice.

But I still prefer inside. Sorry outside, but you need to up your game.

The faint wind that hit my face as I walked felt so comforting. Suddenly I thought about how I 'vealways had liked nights.

Me and day time never mixed, I hate the sun, the brightness. I especially hate it when it's gloomy though, I always feel 10 times more tired.

As I walked Yoongi's words came flowing back. It hurt, a lot. He may not know it but I had always looked up to him, I look up to all of them. So for them to all hate me it's kind of..I don't know. I shook my head at my own thoughts and continued ahead.