Tired

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It was around 1 am when Yoongi came back home.

His legs were shaky from running around in the kitchen, his chest was heavy for breathing in the heavy air of the kitchens, his arms were hurting from all the harsh labours, his back was sore, his head was heavy.

He let his bags fall to the floor after he looked the door, he looked at the reflection of the mirror that stood next to him in the entrance before smiling.

He looked awful.

His minty hair and his clothes were ruffled and huge dark circles lined his eyes.

He let his shaky knees fall to the ground as his face came in contact with the cold floor.

Yoongi was exhausted.

His eyes suddenly widened.

No! You can't think that! You have responsibilities! You have Naho!

Yoongi pulled himself up before walking to the couch.

He was about to flop on it when he noticed a small body, curled up in a thin blanket.

Yoongi chuckled as he recognised Jimin's smaller frame.

He wrapped his arms around the thin boy before lifting him up.

He tried hard to hold him without shaking, his arms weak from his hard work.

He walked to his room, gently putting Jimin under his covers before heading out.

He could barely stand up straight, he almost fell and grabbed a hold of the wall.

His head was heavy and his vision blurry.

He managed his way to the living room before he flopped on the couch, falling asleep instantly.

***

Yoongi woke up too early as usual. It was still dark outside ad he stood up.

He read the time on the radio.

6:37am

He still had a few minutes to make himself look presentable.

He wouldn't want Naho to worry when she saw his exhaustion.

He walked weekly to his room.

Tiptoeing as he took a fresh outfit from his cupboard.

He walked to the bathroom and washed up.

Noticing his dark circles and puffy eyes as he looked in the mirror.

He sighed before drying himself and slapping cheeks a few times to wake himself up.

He slid his black uniform slacks and button up shirt. He pulled a black hoodie over his head before lazily styling his minty hair.

He walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

He still had ten minutes to prepare breakfast for Jimin and Naho.

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