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Taehyung's first thought is to examine his surroundings, in case of any cameras or people who were watching. He's pretty sure Yoongi is fast asleep, and his footsteps are quiet for the most part. He refrains from breathing for a millisecond, digging into his pockets with a quick motion, and places the card onto his forehead, taping it there so he'd at least feel it when he wakes up. On the card, it states, "You suck! - UR BIGGEST FAN". He leaves with a sense of pride growing, and escapes.

-- Yoongi is sleeping with a contented expression etched onto his features. He's sleeping deeply now, his legs and arms sprawled in an uncomfortable (yet comfortable) position, mouth agape. When a card is taped to his forehead, he merely grunts in response, rolling onto his back to get more comfortable when he buries his face into the nearby pillow, limp once more. It's five AM when he begins to stir (much to his reluctance). Eyes slowly open and he groggily reaches to rub at his eyes. That's when he becomes aware that there is something foreign on his face.

"What..."  Reaching up, he yanks at the card, barely containing a squeak as the tape is peeled from his face. You suck! - UR BIGGEST FAN. "Really... something like this." he says when his legs drape over the bed when he's in a sitting position, his eyes scanning over the words several times. Yeah right, my biggest fan wouldn't say something that stupid. He sits there for a moment, pondering who would really do such a thing, and the first that comes to mind is no other than Kim Taehyung.

"Yah, Taehyung-ah!" he calls out, standing to his feet as he goes to find him, card crumpled between his fingers. 

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{ he stares at him with a perplexed expression, somewhat confused as to why the other replied in such a manner. though he supposed there was no real reason to question this, he was known for being just downright odd } No.. it's "who's there?" you fucking moron.

( / This is something that he’s used to, it’s not unusual for him to be stared at. He’d usually get looks from several people, considering it was the norm for him, anyway. The grin still frames his lips, though not so wide as it was at the beginning. He appears smaller, surprise paints his features at the others reaction, but that becomes short-lived. Scratching at his cheek, glancing at him with a ludicrous expression, brows knitting together as if it would piece something together. He did do something wrong and he was being pointed out for his fault. ) “Sorry.” ( / He says, voice low and mannered, a tight lipped smile is given at the situation. He lifts his head as he speaks, eyes connecting with the other. ) “I thought you were supposed to be polite when someone knocked on the door. That’s what my grandmother taught me anyway.”

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bwibwis replied to your post: bwibwis replied to your post: public s...

( / Makes a face. )

Oh so now you're not even gonna talk. 

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bwibwis replied to your post: public service announcement that bwibw...

I am not. Excuse you.

Knock knock.

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public service announcement that bwibwis is stupid as hell.

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It was one of those days.  He had spent all day curled up in bed reading, not unusual.  His hyung hadn’t even been home to play with or anything.  So he was incredibly bored.  The teenager went into his backpack and scrummaged up the little bit of change he had then headed out the door. A part of him knew that the amount of money he had was not nearly enough to buy… anything, but he wanted to try.  Maybe he would get one of those gross snacks that his hyung wouldn’t let him eat on most days.  Jeongguk smiled at the thought of something like that.  It was definitely the hungry teenager in him, of course there was hardly another part of him these days.  Other than doing incredible amounts of sit ups while reading and bothering his elder friends.  

A sigh fell from his lips, walking along with bored eyes.  Everyone looked the same way to him today.  Drones.  Zombies.  There was a possibility that a zombie apocalypse had hit while he was reading.  In his mind he decided he would act just like them, in case it was the truth.  How horrible would it be to live in a world of zombies though, he pondered.  Sometimes he felt like he already dwelled within one, no one liking what he liked, everyone old and boring.  He resisted the urge to smile, remembering to be a zombie as he turned into the convenience store.

He began to scan his eyes upon the delicious looking treats lined up on the shelves.  They all looked so good.  With a hum he pulled the change from his pocket and examined how much money he had.  Wow.  His eyes looked back at the item prices then he sighed.  That would get him maybe an energy bar.  Maybe.  And that wasn’t even that delicious.  That was when a boy ran into him.  He narrowed his eyes and gazed back, his eyes catching the other’s for a brief moment.  ”One of the zombies, I see.”  He spoke, mostly to himself. 

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Despite the fact he had bumped into someone, he had made no moves to alleviate the situation. It wasn't like the store was going to close anytime soon, what kind of convenience store would that be? So instead, here he was, staring at the younger with a blank expression until he heard him speak up. One of the Zombies, I see. Zombies? How long had Suga been cooped up in that studio, he mused. Strange kid. Clearing his throat to assert some sort of authority over the other (in an attempt to get away from apologizing, though he doubted the younger was even expecting one), he shrugs his shoulders, lightly pushing him to give him his space back.

"Whatever are you babbling about?" he palms his face, looking around hopelessly. He hadn't even got his caffeine fix yet and here was this kid, springing nonsense on his tired brain. "Is that some kind of movie quote or something?" he pauses, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm not a Zombie, though. In case you legitimately considered me to be one. I'm just Yoongi."

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Setting down his headgear, he gets up from his seat, arms stretching up and over his head when a faint yawn tumbles from tired lips. He rubs at his eyes a few times, sluggishly grabbing his jacket from the hanger and he leaves the studio, pulling the door closed until it made a soft click. The sound of keys can be heard as he flips them around his finger, finally exiting the building at nine pm.

The weather is fair and he releases a pleased sigh, a hand reaching to ruffle the locks of his hair when he walks down the steps onto the street. The first thought that pops into his mind is that he needs to get some caffeine in him. Granted, he could go home and sleep the tiredness off, but something tells him that he needs to stop being lazy. How many hours did he sleep today? probably fifteen or more. He shakes his head to scatter the thought from his mind, promptly taking a left turn and walks straight into the convenience store.

When he enters, he stands there for a moment, trying to recall what he had come in for, and in that very moment does this, his body bumps into someone. Call it tiredness, or plain obliviousness, but he barely reacts. Lazy eyes giving the person a once over before shrugging. Should’ve watched where they were going.