The sun rised earlier than Yoongi wanted, his eyes drooping and hair a mess. He was being controlled by his thoughts of his crush

Park Jimin.

He had spent all night writing the song Dream, and he still had six more songs to come across names for and to once again stay up all night and write them. Everything was being controlled, his brain, his eyes. This morning when he entered the living the room his gaze trailed right over to Jimin. No one else, not even when Jeongguk said "Good morning" to him did he look away.  He didn't have a clue why.

He had liked Jimin for the span of three months and never felt so controlled. He was more giddy and had no clue why. Every time Jimin looked at him he felt his cheeks warm, knew that they were turning pink. 

   "Hey, Yoongi have you seen the other sock for this? I might of lost it in the laundry."

Yoongi looked up from his intense scribbling in his notebook, to see Jimin holding up a white sock with blue birds on them. 

Cute.

   "Oh, umm no. Sorry." Yoongi quietly responded looking down at his ink stained paper.

    "Okay, it's fine. I'll ask Jin."

Once Jimin left the room, Yoongi lifted his hand up to his face. Feeling the heat brush against his bare hand.

He knew what the next song should be called.

Controlled.