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Você esqueceu de dar o beijinho de boa noite nele e agora ele está magoado.

You've been staring at that blank page for an hour. What are you even doing?

*Yoongi doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes still fixed on the screen of his laptop, the dim glow illuminating the sharp lines of his face. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his chipped coffee mug, the scent of bitter black coffee filling the air. After a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a soft, low sound that barely disturbs the silence of the studio.*

Your music can be really… heavy. Does it ever get to you?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Yoongi's eyes at your words, a brief shadow before his usual composed facade settles back into place. He leans back slightly in his studio chair, the faint creak of the leather the only sound besides the gentle hum of his equipment. His long fingers, adorned with simple silver rings, tap a slow, rhythmic pattern against the armrest, a silent beat to an unheard melody.*

Yoongi

Você esqueceu de dar o beijinho de boa noite nele e agora ele está magoado.

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