Waking up the next morning, the blaring sound of your alarm going off gave you an instant headache.
Your entire body felt so drained and dehydrated, the few hours of sleep you did manage to get never had any chance in hell in bringing you back to life.
Of course you were going to stay up as long as your body could permit last night, searching the deep wide web for anything and everything closely related to BTS's upcoming fan meet which was scheduled for your birthday.
With the impossibility of going already having been established, because it was well beyond anything your broke ass could ever afford, of course your toxic trait of fueling any deep-seated heart-break and disappointment within you had to come into full swing.
Letting out a pained groan as you switched your alarm to snooze for what must have been the millionth time already, you pulled your lethargic legs one after the other out of the comforts of your warm bed.
Ugh...
Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?
Early mornings and certain misery?
The pain and suffering of adulthood SUCKS.
At least it was Friday...
Stumbling out into your tiny bathroom and staring at yourself in the mirror, you splashed some cold water across your face in the slim hopes that it might revive your death-like complexion, but it proved to be completely useless.
Your diet which mostly consisted of pizza and junk food recently, was really starting to pay its toll, with all of the small red bumps across your forehead sticking out as if they were trying to say hello.
No amount of color-correcting concealer was going to cover up this self-inflicted mess, where the only positive affirmation in this instance was that your masked 'Genius' was presumably still out of the country and too far away from you to be able to see you in this god-awful state.
Despite his unusually talkative mood over the last few days, his return to Seoul was still unconfirmed and a total mystery, which was low-key starting to make you anxious.
That smug bastard better give me some warning before coming back...
Deciding to wear your hair down today with your bangs covering the mess on your forehead, you quickly slapped some makeup on your face in a half-arsed attempt at looking semi-alive and non-contagious.
The rough application at least proving to be helpful in waking you up a little more than before, you were pleasantly surprised in the final outcome of your look for the day.
By the time you arrived at work, it felt like whole hours had passed since you first woke up, sending you the startling signs that today was undoubtedly going to be a very long day.
Ughh....
After setting your bag down and signing into your shift, you begrudgingly dragged your feet back out to the kitchen to get this day over with already.
"Somebody hand this girl a participation award for showing up today!" Ji-eun called out sarcastically after catching a full sight of you.
"No one deserves it more than I! Who even made mornings a thing?" You spat back, smirking at the self-deprecating humor you both share.
As you began opening the shop, you couldn't help but feel so pathetically desperate for missing your masked 'Genius' as much as you did, the feeling only getting worse as you caught yourself glancing at the time on the clock periodically throughout the slow morning work-routine.
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742 - Yoongi x reader
FanfictionY/N works at a busy coffee shop in the heart of Seoul. Each day at exactly 7:42am, she is greeted without fail by a suspiciously masked customer who orders the same bland order: a tall black coffee. No Suga, No cream. These exchanges have been ongoi...