Yoongi lives in a blur like an Impressionist painting, his mornings are Monets and his evenings are Degas. Nothing goes quickly but nothing is in sharp focus
Yoongi is in love with what he does nothing compares to the feeling of the microphone right in front of him, and a crowd screaming not just for him, but for the music he spends hours making, music that comes from his soul. He'll never get enough sleep if that means he can spend hours composing music.
But the truth is that when he's performing, he's just Yoongi there is nothing more raw and true than the words he writes on paper and shouts aloud to the audience. He doesn't need anyone but his fans.He's married to adrenalin, to spotlight and the crowd. He devotes part of him to the fans and the music.
Yoongi is not good at expressig his feelings yet for some reason just seeing his smile lets me know his true feelings.
His lyrics taking my mind off my own life yet reminding me that sometimes he doesn't get enough sleep to write these lyrics that I need in my life so desperately.These lyrics which I feel were written just for me.These lyrics which make me feel better within seconds. His music bringing out the hapiness within me. Helping me through life with these lyrics so naive of how much he really means to me.
He might never love me back but i love him unconditionaly A person who deserves to be truly happy forever who deserves to smile, Min Yoongi.
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Idk if this fits into the category of angst but I made this because YOONGIS MIXTAPE IS COMING FDGHFV I'm hyped so yeah Idk what this is - grape

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