𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | ʙᴛs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

-Amygdala-

"Sometimes, we should pause, and take a deep breath."

-YOONGI

I sat in my chair, inside my studio, just- sat. My mind stayed blank, void of any particular thoughts, although I was determined to work. Pending works pressed down on my shoulders, the responsibility, expectations, millions of people waiting- everything seemed to crash down upon my head. And I just sat there, not doing anything; blankly staring at the screen before my eyes.

I shook my head, a disappointing sound made by my tongue. A click.

I closed my eyes, leaning back on the leather chair, taking a deep breath. No matter how bad I wished to stay focused, to complete the work I was supposed to- I couldn't.

Just couldn't.

Something holding me back? Nah.

My mind refused to put efforts, even if my heart craved for it.

And I was disappointed about it.

On myself.

My brows closed the space in between, as I stood, frustrated. I shut my eyes for a brief moment, muttering the same words to myself,

"C'mon Yoongi, you can do it this time. I want to.."

A groan left from the core of my throat- or my heart. I ran my hands on my face, the unease settling down on my chest once again, as if irremovable. Every day, I walk inside, determined to work properly this time. And then, end up like this. My chest felt tight, a feeling- undefined, uncomfortable.

I wasn't like this always. It just came. Suddenly. Two weeks or so.

Two weeks...

The abrupt ringing of my phone pulled me out. I looked at the flashing screen, frown clear on my face, the caller ID showing- 'Maknae'.

I reached out for the device, and without thinking twice, I picked it up.

"Yes."

"Hyung, are you done with the project? Managers are asking about it."

I paused. The same question. My Adam's apple bobbed as I gulped, and managed to speak..somehow. My voice, hesitated, a bare whisper, as if even my throat ached letting it out,

"..Not yet."

The same answer I had been giving them.

A silence came after, which wasn't unexpected. Then, the sound of air passing through the speaker, him sighing. "How much time do you need?"

I looked down, even though he couldn't see it, being ashamed of repeating the same words. Ashamed of myself.

"This week. I'll be done with it."

I didn't except much. Just when I was about to cut the call, his voice pierced through the silent air of my studio.

"Hyung.." Jungkook called out for me, tone much softer than before. The urge, firmness of work was gone. And was replaced with a rather concern, a brotherly one.