I sighed and crumpled the piece of paper in front of me. I can't seem to get my mind straight. It's so hard for me to think of lyrics now for some reason. If this is what writer's block feels like, then it's very provocative.

I threw the piece of trash into the bin from my desk. I groaned and grabbed a new sheet of paper from my bag. This was the 10th time I did this. I was getting no where with the song. Hoseok sat next to me watching the other students in the classroom, staring into the distance. I never understood him, but I always wondered what he thinks about. 

I tapped his back. "Hoseok."

- Do you have any lyrics??

He nodded. He grabbed his bag and pulled out a sheet of paper. I skimmed the paper and was surprised. This was pretty decent lyrics. 

Now it's getting dark, the light deep in me

I'm so immature, can't find the way to my dream

Ambition is poison, so I sharpen the edge

But 'cause of my greed, now my knife, growing dull, same as me

Yeah, I know it now

I nodded.

- What are those lyrics about?

- Intoxication??

He nodded, his face solemn.

Wow, that's deep. I kind of liked that concept. I nodded, being impressed.

- Thanks

Hoseok gave me the biggest smile. My cheeks turned a tint of pink and my face felt hot. 

Soon classes ended for the day and I headed towards my dorm. I had no time to waste! Thoughts were running through my mind and I needed it written on paper before I forget them.

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I sat at my desk, turned my lamp on, and started writing. With just a few lines, it gave me inspiration. I quickly wrote all of my thoughts and words that came up in my mind. After a few hours of straight brainstorming, I got almost the whole song done. 

This love that we have is nothing but the devil, let go of my hand 

I shout it out loud, turn away from what's real

With every day it keeps cutting, deeper and deeper

Reality tearing me, so I keep bleeding

The greed that I have is a fanfare, for the arrival of everything evil

BREATHE

Finding it hard to breathe

I close my eyes on reality

Hearing the music of tragedy playing on 

I was starting to get a slight headache and my throat was getting dry, but I ignored it, wanting to write more. I was lazy too get up to grab a glass of water. Maybe Jin was back. I turned around in my chair and saw no one. I shrugged and picked my pencil up again. 

I got back at the dorm and saw Yoongi at his desk. He seemed to be deep in thought and didn't greet me when I opened the door. I decided to not disturb him or he'd lose his track of thought. When Yoongi starts writing lyrics, he never stops until it's perfect. He needs it to better than perfect. This is how Yoongi usually was.

I think that music gives him passion. It's what gives depressed Yoongi a reason to live. I loved it when he'd sit at his desk, writing down his thoughts and feelings. He was a very good composer and producer of music. 

All I can do is sing and cook! 

But besides the fact that Yoongi's always grumpy and cranky, he has an interesting mind. It's as if he had a golden touch when it comes to music.

I got ready for bed and saw that Yoongi was still at his desk, his desk lamp still on. He pushes himself too much. I walked closer to him. He had his head down in his arms, fast asleep.

I smiled. I grabbed a blanket and covered him, trying my best not to wake him up. I quietly turned his lamp off and laid down in my bed, falling asleep.

(The lyrics aren't mine. I used lyrics from Tenshinyan's cover on Youtube. All credit goes to Tenshinyan!! Plus, I can never come up with that good lyrics XD)