2:35 p.m.

Jimin taps the side of his cheek with his pencil eraser a few times before chewing on it.

He had been sitting in his living room for two hours, working hard on his story, and just when he thought he was on a roll, he hit a roadblock.

Jimin knew what he wanted to wrote about, but he couldn't find the right words to describe it. He wasn't content with what he wrote. It sounded too cheesy, to repetitive, too sad, too this and too that. He tried reading through a thesaurus and the dictionary to find new words, he tried looking at prompts and different writing techniques, but none of them could help.

Jimin's phone vibrated against the coffee table. He sighed, setting his pencil down.

Jimin leaned against the couch to look out the window. He could see Yoongi standing in front of his window. Jimin snorted to himself.