Yoongi softly sighed, writing down actual lyrics instead of notes from the piano.
He easily got tired, rubbing his eyes every time to clear his vision to continue on writing. He wished Namjoon was by his side to keep him company and to work better on it.
Namjoon was busy at his café job, earning his money for college. His parents weren't really helping just 'cause he needs a job to make his own money anyways.
Yoongi sighed, putting his pencil down. He decided to rest his head down on the desk and rest his eyes...
...almost falling asleep....
"YOONGI!"
He immediately shot his head up. "Huh—?"
"Why are your sleeping!? You're supposed to practice!"
"Oh..I'm sorry Appa... I didn't get enough slee—"
"Dinner will be ready at five. Keep practicing." He interrupted and left.
I haven't got sleep in almost three days...is my own father not seeing the bags under my eyes—I don't even wear makeup! Yoongi took a breath, keeping his emotions in.
Yoongi picked up the sushi with his chopsticks, putting the piece up to his mouth.
He fluttered his eyes a bit and looked at his awfully quiet parents. He slowly—and nervously—gulped down his sushi, clearing his throat.
"Where's Geumjae?"
"Practicing basketball. He didn't have time to eat."
"He should be eating, Appa. He needs energ—"
"Eat your food Yoongi." He interrupted again, stabbing his fork in his meat.
Yoongi froze, jaw slightly shaking. He looked up at his mother and she just...didn't do anything.
Yoongi lowered his head and continued to eat, clenching his jaw after.
I want to see Namjoon. I rather stay with him.
Yoongi cleared his throat again. "Um, Eomma... can i spend the night at Namjoonie's? He..." He looked at his father. "...He has a piano."
His father looked up, raising a brow, his mother not really doing anything, just continuing to eat. For sure, she heard Yoongi's question.
"You're allowed to go, Yoongi. Just make sure you practiced for you father's sake." His mother spoke up.
"Thank you, Eomma."
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rude ass father ):<