Yoongi opened his eyes, seeing a ceiling above him. Where am I? He turned his head to the left and right, seeing various music posters pasted on the walls. My room?
He pushed himself up, expecting pain to explode within but he felt nothing. Where exactly was he? The door creaked open, making Yoongi tense up in alert. A pink head popped out and he said, "Oh, you're awake?" A tray laden with tea and a few plates of snacks followed and the person sent it down on the bedside table.
"Chill," the person said, while taking up the teapot to pour a cup of tea. Holding it out to Yoongi, the person tilted his head up and smiled. "Tea?"
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03 09 | m.yg [seven] √
Fanfiction{Part 7, Ethereal Deaths} A revenge of one who doesn't know the true intention of giving. The tale of the giving tree, of sorts, retold. [Also available on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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