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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.










