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  Suga took his time going to the studio. He wasn't really in the mood to practice, but he knew he needed it. He practiced the same dance routine what seemed like a million times before finally giving himself a break. Even with all the dancing, he was still pissed beyond belief. "Fuck this, I need to punch something." He huffed, pushing himself up off the ground and out the rooms door. He headed straight for the work out room, hurrying before he breaks and accidentally hits something he shouldn't. Suga sighed in relief once the black leather wrapped punching bag came into view. Wasting no time at all, he let all of his anger and sadness out on the bag. "Fuck you Park Jimin."  

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