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"We stare into the endless night sky, searching for the stars that shine so brightly over others. But the ones which had accepted their fate and had got lost under the sheets of time; what about their aura? Will their light be forgotten forever?"
"Alas, I was the stargazer."
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Pulling out the key from the rusty keyhole and throwing it under the bedsheet, Min Yoongi took off his drenched shoes and tossed them to the bathroom. He did not even bother to empty his rucksack. The man's shoulder pain was coming back; the veins on his neck were growing tensed by passing minutes which he absolutely abhorred.
A very few people knew and were able to detect the flaw he carried. It were his damaged nerves on his nape, and down to his fingers. The doctors had already forbidden him to overwork in case they end up being worst and hurt twenty four hours. Not that he cared, anyways.
"Be careful, Min Yoongi." Doctor Jisung had warned him in the evening which was a few weeks ago after going through the x ray reports. His eyebrows were creased as always, gaze full of concern as he spoke to the younger male lightly massaging his shoulders, "The results haven't come out that good. You are putting too much pressure on the injured areas."
"Ah, what do you suggest me to do, then?" Yoongi had put on his apron and sighed for a brief moment, his expression was nowhere being anxious, "I have to work. And surgery isn't something you can finish in a zippy."
