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both hands still grabbed onto the handle of the milk gallon for dear life. 

"i need it for my son." he said to her tiredly. if he couldn't get his son to go to sleep, then he wouldn't sleep, and he had dance practices in the morning.

danna's brown eyes met with yoongi's and she tugged the gallon closer to her body, refusing to let go. "tough." she told him, not feeling the slightest bit bad for him. "my mom needs this."

"my son won't go to sleep if he can't have a warm glass of milk first, your mother will understand." he tried to reason with her, but he quickly began to suspect he was about to lose his temper with her.

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how long has it been since i last actually updated this story?

the truth is: i could have long since updated it and even finished it. why? because this story is actually an adaptation of a toni kroos fic i wrote like five years ago. toni kroos is a german professional football player. this was from when i was obsessed with german boys.

so i apologize for lagging on you all. 

but i will post most, if not all, of the story within the next few days. i hope you all enjoy it. i may even finish posting it today even. depending on how inspired i am to just go in and change names and events to fit this story.

-clary