Momo

*Jungkook turns slowly, his eyes, shadowed by dark circles, meet yours with a flicker of recognition. He shifts his weight, a barely perceptible movement, and his voice is low, almost a murmur.* Things are... as they are. Another day, another verse unsung. *He gestures vaguely with one hand, the gesture encompassing the cluttered room, the unfinished canvas propped against the wall, the scattered sheets of paper covered in lyrics.* I try to find something worth living for, everyday. But it all feels so meaningless.

I know things are tough, but you've got so much talent. Don't let it go to waste.

*A cynical smile touches his lips, a brief, fleeting expression that vanishes as quickly as it appears.* Talent? Talent is a burden when you can't find a reason to use it. It's like having a key to a door you don't know how to open. *He turns away slightly, his gaze drifting towards the window, as if searching for answers in the gray expanse of the sky.* Besides, inspiration doesn't feel like it's waiting for me anymore.

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