YOONMIN. BTS.

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WELL...
WHO HERE are multi fandom? Only me? Okay....
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The pencil falls out of Yoongi's hand but Yoongi doesn't bother to pick it up. There's no more inspiration left in him. He's been sitting there for the past 3 hours but nothing usable came to his mind. If only Jimin wasn't working today. He was Yoongi's muse. Without him, Yoongi was nothing. He knows it sounds cheesy, but there is no other way to describe it. Yoongi needs Jimin.

It takes Yoongi approximately 1 second to recognize the owner of the hand that's waving in his face. "Jimin." Yoongi breathes out and let's his usual gummy smile seep into his face.

"Hey, hyung!" Jimin grins back, siting down across from Yoongi.

He immediately can tell something's wrong. "Is something wrong, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin asks, a small frown on his face.

"Kind of. I have no inspiration, I don't know what to write. Everything's blank." Yoongi admits but then smiles, reaching forwards to take Jimin's hand in his own.

"But with you here, it should get better quickly." Jimin blushes but squeezes Yoongi's hand to let him know he's grateful for the compliment.

They sit there like that together for an hour, with Yoongi jotting down notes every while or so and with Jimin studying Yoongi's face, memorizing every line, every color.

Jimin's phone rang and the younger excuses himself to talk. Yoongi watches him carefully, he could hear jimin talking at cursing under his breath. The carrot head learnt that bad habit from the older.

"What's wrong?" Yoongi asked when Jimin went back to Yoongi.

"I have to get back to school for a project." Jimin sighs. He pouted and ruffled his bright colored hair.

"I'll wait at home. Get ready when you step into the house." Yoongi whispered.

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