He's Sweet Temptation | Yoonmin

1. Surprise! Surprise!

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Yoongi POV

Yoongi's day could be resumed in two familiar words: studio and work.

The assignment for his creative writing class was giving him the biggest headache he experienced so far. And no amount of hours spent gripping his freshly dyed black locks or struggling with the verses, could make the lack of inspiration that clouded his mind like a white blanket go away.

The lyrics he managed to write were terrible, Yoongi had to admit. It lacked passion and sounded like any generic pop song these days. Maybe he was missing more than three hours of sleep to be able to come up with something good, but unfortunately for him, he didn't had time to reunite with his dearly bed. He was surviving between two jobs and his studies. Just now, he was in a hurry, his night shift at a local music store was within an hour and he wasn't even close to finish this song.

Yoongi grunted, it was on times like these that he questioned his decision to move to Seoul and pursuit a music career. The path he'd choose wasn't easy. Some days he just fell in this endless pool of doubts and hopelessness and he'd question himself 'Is this even what I was born to do? Am I really special compared to all the others?' Because he couldn't even write a fucking love song!

People kept saying he simply wasn't made to write about love since Yoongi wasn't the most romantic guy out there. Always keeping his distance, never getting to attached to anyone he got involved. But he wanted to prove them wrong! You don't need to experience love to write about it, right? He didn't need to change his life style. He may have a cold guy image but he had feelings too, in fact he believed that reserved people like himself were the most sensitive ones, they're just better at hiding it.

Yoongi ditched his depressing thoughts and closed his eyes, trying another method, hum the melody under his breath. Sometimes the perfect words would magically come to him and fit the melody like a piece of puzzle. So he grabbed the last strays of hope and concentrated.

It was finally starting to work, he could feel the words at the tip of his tongue.

But of course something had to happen. Suddenly, the door banged against the wall, producing a loud sound that reverberated in the room's confined space, startling a very submersed Yoongi, wich in matter of seconds found himself spread on the carpet. The dust floated and the remains of the sound rigged in his ears, but even slightly disorientated, Yoongi knew he indeed had fallen face first to the floor. And judging by his throbbing cheekbone and the leather chair merciless resting on his lower back, there was some massive bruises forming on his pale skin. That's why he stayed there, under the heavy weight, contemplating life's dark sense of humor.

Does the whatever Gods controlling fate enjoy watching him suffering that much? Don't they have a jurisdiction for this kind of thing? You know, not to pick to much on one specific defenseless soul or at least a limit of mischievousness per day? Yoongi wasn't sure, but he made a note to suggest those changes the next time he felt the impulse to pray. He's supposed to be at a date tomorrow, for fuck sake! Let's see how appealing he's going to look with an ugly bruise on his face.

Muffling a yet another grunt at the thought, he managed to push the chair away and roll on his back. He didn't try to move anymore, because even if there were signs of a fight going on outside the room, Yoongi was done. He didn't give a shit about it right now. So he waited.

Finally, after a few smacking sounds of what suspiciously sounded like latex — okay, what the hell? — a wild eyed Taehyung busted into the studio. Mark Tuan, his new partner, followed right after, looking frightened and out of breath.