Everyone gets stressed. Especially Yoongi. But for Yoongi, it's even harder.
The poor baby has depression, anxiety and most important, little space.
He doesn't want to tell his friends or ARMY because he doesn't want to be picked on.
He needs a care...
It's almost 8 o clock. I get to meet Noona! I hope she likes my outfit...I picked it just for her! It's pretty and pink and adorable! Just how she said she liked it!
I still can't believe I got a mommy in only one day...maybe it was good luck? I don't remember touching anything lucky or something that brings me luck. Maybe it's a coinciden-
*Ring Ring*
Noona! She's calling!
I made sure my hair was soft and smooth, clothes were clean and took a deep breathe.
Here we go...
I looked at the camera, smiled and pressed the answer button as Noona's face appeared on the screen.
"Noona!" I said happily. She smiled seeing how happy I was.
"Hey baby. Did you dress up just for me? Awww. You didn't have too." She said and smiled at me as I giggled and looked at her.
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"Of course I did Mommy! I wanted to look good for you! We've never FaceTimed before!" I told her and she chuckled.
"That's true. But baby, did you get the package on your doorstep?" She asked. I almost forgot about that! Noona sent me a package! I wonder what it is!
"Mmhm! I'll go get it!" I quickly got up, went to my desk, grabbed the slightly heavy box, cane back to the bed and opened it.
"I got it Mommy~!" I sung a little and giggled while she laughed.
"Can I open it Mommy?" She nodded.
"Show me as you open it baby." I nodded happily, opened it and my eyes widened as my face turned red.
