it's been a long week from the day yoongi had a damn bandage on his forehead.
a long tense week, let me add.
jimin didnt feel like eating and all he did was sleep. he just stayed in bed or layed on the couch, munching at some dry fruit.
yoongi missed all his meetings and office work because of his great excuse of 'headache' he had and oh boy, if he wasnt enjoying his time alone in his bed.
everything seemed to be perfectly peaceful for min yoongi until...
"yoongi! you little son of a good woman!" taehyung shouted entering the dark and heavy aired room.
"what the f**k, piece of s**t. get out." yoongi said emotionless.
taehyung ignored the grumpy boy and he walked towards the closed window and opened the blinds to let some air and light come in.
yoongi groaned at the sudden act
