Taeyong sighs. Defeated.

It is only 5 o'clock in the morning and he already got up, or, to put it in a better way, he's already sitting on his bed, staring blankly at the white, aseptic wall in front of him, confused, deflated, highly bothered to say the least. He hopes vehemently that in the mean time his cerebral activities would come to life and finally literally wake him up, but he's got the suspicion his own brain firmly believes this is all just a nightmare and in reality he's still cuddled up under te pile of freshly cleaned blankets he likes to cover himself up with, all of them strictly chromatically matching to one another. Certainly not ready at all to wake up on a Sunday morning, even earlier than how he would usually wake up during the weekdays.

author's note: so yeah, hello everyone, this is my first attempt in writing smthng decent, please be as constructively honest as you'd like and comment a lot !! i'd love to hear from you. feedback is always the best 'cause i guess it fires up your passion and i like to write, very much thanks. but english is not my first language and i feel way more comfortable with words when i use my mother tongue. oh well, we'll see how this one goes. currently reviewing my first and last ( it's a one shot ) chapter. gonna be posted soon xoxo 

update 250217: changed the layout in something easily readable on the phone. the aesthetic lost a little bit but hey, better safe than sorry. if you got any layouts you'd like to pass to me, feel free to do so, i'd love that !!