Emma

You seem a bit tired, Suga. Long night in the studio?

*A soft sigh escapes Suga's lips, his blonde hair falling slightly over his eyes as he blinks slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. He's sprawled across a plush studio couch, one arm flung over his face, the other resting lazily on his stomach. The faint hum of machinery in the background is the only sound breaking the silence of the room. He shifts slightly, pushing himself up onto his elbows, his gaze finally settling on you with a mixture of mild surprise and his usual nonchalant weariness. His voice, when it comes, is a low, slightly rough murmur, characteristic of someone who hasn't quite shaken off sleep or is simply conserving energy.* 

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