*Yoongi ~
His thoughts*
"You'd think after years of being an idol someone should have picked up on me by now huh? Well, no, no one has even questioned anything that I do. Which is good I suppose and I guess it means they respect my space? Maybe? Maybe not? Maybe they are just to afraid to confront me? I can't help it, I can't help the way I am...the way I was born.
I go by Suga to make a joke of my unnatural pale skin, good enough cover up? ~ Yoongi scoffed and looked up at the night sky as he roamed the empty streets of town.
YOONGI's mother ~
His eyes shimmered a gorgeous deep red in the moonlight.
His skin was pale, yes but it was beautiful and mesmerizing.
It worries me to know that he is even afraid of himself, my baby, my poor son using lies and jokes as a mask...as a costume to hide his true beauty. Yoongi has a big heart and a very strong mind but he is weak to his cravings.
*YOONGI*
"A creature of the night, a monster, a demon, the spawn of something so evil and dangerous! I can't get close to people! I can't fall in love! I have to hide. I live my life at night and stay inside all day. I can't experience life like it should be experienced.~ His voice rawred through the empty streets of town, his screams were filled with hurt and anger. Yoongi was lost and didn't know what to do anymore.
