The band was standing in the kitchen when I woke up, drinking coffee and tea from cups and eating slices of toast and bowls of cereal. Compared to myself, the boys looked beautifully fresh and awake. My messy hair and bloated face were nothing against their glowing eyes and brushed hair.
"Morning," I mumbled, heading towards the kettle. But as soon as I get there, there is a sound I do not expect to hear. A snort.
I spun around to see all the boys have been sent into paroxysms of mirth. I glared at them with suspicion. RM tries to hold himself together by pulling a straight face whilst spluttering through his teeth. I raise a single eyebrow at him.
"What's so funny?" I demanded.
Then I see it. On the kitchen table top was the newspaper of the day. Staring back at me was my own face, squinted by the flashing lights of the paparazzi's cameras. God, I looked awful.
I hid my face in my hands. "That's so embarrassing!" I whined, causing more laughter to erupt from the boys.
RM's hand patted my back trying to comfort me. "I mean, it could've been worse," he said, receiving my glare. "Look, how about you go and get dressed and we'll make you your breakfast."
I nodded and headed up back to the bedroom. Footsteps followed behind me, pittering like a cat's paws. My gaze was instantly attracted. Suga.
"I've been there before too, Leia." His English took me by surprise. "I've felt awkward too around new people and I've also experienced the dodgy picture or two."
Silence passed between us like a knife cutting butter. Our eyes are connected - blue against brown. His tongue travelled along his lip as he placed his hand on his hip. I suppose he was waiting for an answer.
"So?" I questioned moving towards to what I called my bitch-stance (one hand on hip, tongue at cheek, mouth slightly open).
Suga looked exasperated. He raked a hand through his blonde locks and let out a low growl. "I'm just trying to communicate with you, do you understand?"
Now that was ironic. I would've spluttered if it wasn't for his stern expression. Nevertheless, silence again rained on us but I couldn't waste any more time.
"Look, Yoongi," I said. "I have to get dressed, see you later."
And I left him in the corridor, fringe flopping over his face as he looked down at his toes.
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Yoongi 💀
For fuck sake, I totally messed it up!
I tried to relate to her but I must've said something wrong
She totally (almost) blanked me
Hey, Joon, are you there?
Joon?
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So, Namjoon left Yoongi on read. Do you think he has a trick up his sleeve? Place your thoughts in the comments
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I hope everyone has a nice day. Remember each and every one of you are valid in this world and I hope you recognise that you're all loved.
안녕 Annyeong!
~Sarah
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