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pairing: yoongixreader // jiminxreader
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I stirred in my sleep, feeling queasy at the thought of the enigmas Suga was keeping from me. He was a man of many personalities, undoubtedly, and I feared he was using this trait to subvert me. What if only half the things he said were true? The picture must have meant something. What if I fall for him? Would he love me back? Would it affect his vocation? Would his work affect us? My thoughts were all jumbled up and laced with sentiments. It was obvious at that moment I was far too tired to be thinking about such deep thoughts. I couldn’t help myself, his absence only magnetised my thoughts to train on him.
What games are you playing, Suga, dear?