He sighed.
Sometimes he wondered if this would have been his life anyway, had he gone to college or got a government job. At least at Big Hit entertainment he was doing something he loved, surrounded by the best people in the world. No one was forcing him to stay up late and work. It was always his choice.
He wouldn’t trade Bangtan Sonyeondan for the world.
“Hyung, can I come up?”
Yoongi groaned and looked over the railing of the top bunk. He thought he was being quiet when he climbed into bed but apparently he was wrong. Taehyung stood below him with sleepy eyes and a stuffed animal in one hand. He really did resemble a child.
“Fine. Come.”