Yoongi lay face up on his bed, one arm resting over his eyes to render the world black. The other hand was busy petting Holly, too sleepy to notice the stress of his owner.
Excuse the language of his inner thoughts but he really was f*cking stupid.
He should've known.
He should've realized.
He should've noticed the hints, the signs, the clues...
But he couldn't have.
Because no matter how much he racked his brain he couldn't think of any.
Which begged the question...
...Why him?
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FanfictionShe was on a whole other level, especially compared to him. • Min Yoongi • Fluff • Completed Book 1 of the bts short stories
