he sighed in frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair.
he looked out the bedroom window.
it was late into the evening.
it was the time when the once clear blue sky was slowing turning into a cotton pink colour that was often mixed with a light purple hue and then slowly changing into a dark bluish black colour completely.
it was his favourite time of the day.
that time of the day always made him feel at peace.
it was comforting to him.
you were working a late shift today but you should be home in a few more minutes.
a small smile tugged at his lips as he thought of seeing you.
he constantly thought of you.
the way your lips would curve upwards when he cracked a silly joke in a miserable attempt to cheer you up.
or how your cheeks would flush a scarlet red colour when he showered you with compliments while you swatted his words away due to embarrassment.
or how your eyes would crinkle with joy when you laughed too hard at his impressions of his members when he wanted to hear your laugh.
he was staring at the blank wall in front of him, a goofy smile planted on his face.
he buried his face in his hands as he let out a chuckle.
he was whipped for you.
and he knew that himself.
which led him back to the problem in front of him.
yoongi groaned in frustration.
he wanted to write down how much he appreciated you.
he wanted to express his feelings.
but yoongi was having trouble with the pen in his hand.
the paper in front of him was crumpled due to his constant cancelling of words and sentences.
he had no problem writing down lyrics to a song but he was struggling with writing down his feelings for you.
and he knew why.
he wanted this "confession" to be perfect.
he wanted it to be able to truly show his feelings for you.
he glanced at his paper one last time before writing his feelings down.
he looked down at his paper, a small smile playing on his lips, but it was soon replaced with a frown.
he wondered if it was too straightforward.
he wondered if he was coming off too strong.
he then gave up and proceeded to throw that piece of paper in the bin and headed off to bed.
you soon came home and was greeted by silence.
it was already quite late so you decided to head to your shared bedroom to check up on him.
you were greeted by his sleeping state and smiled to yourself.
he looked adorable.
you were putting away your coat when something caught your eye.
a piece of paper laid facing up.
you walked to the bin and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw what was scrawled on it with his handwriting.
"i love you"
your cheeks heated up and you wondered if he meant it.
you called his name softly, wanting to question him but all you got was a grunt in return.
you decided to leave him be and decided to leave the confrontation for tomorrow morning.
after your night routine, you slipped into the bed beside him.
you stared up at him and studied his features, those three words softly ringing in your head.
that night, you went to sleep with a cozy feeling in your chest, a small smile playing on your lips.
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6. write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr Darcy's. debate where to leave it all day - on her pillow? in her coat pocket? throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trash can, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. let her wonder if you meant it.
- r. mckinley
