Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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Three buzzes later and her silvery voice filled his ears.

"Chim, you finally called. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me," she joked, although the younger could hear a note of sincerity in her words and it made him feel awful for not having phoned sooner.

She seemed to have sensed his sadness for she spoke up again, cutting the other off before he could scramble together an apology.

"But it's fine, because then I remembered how impossible it would be for you to forget someone as amazing as me."

"Don't be so full of yourself, Unnie," he replied, laughing along with the melodic giggles that filtered through, "I've just been busy settling in that's all."

And doing lots of other things, he thought bitterly.

"I see how it is," Jieun huffed playfully, "You're far too preoccupied to worry about little me. It's fine, I shall go drown my sorrows in a warm bath and I'll light all those smelly candles I've got as I wallow in my self-pity."

"And you call me dramatic. I'm almost tempted to hang up and go and find Taehyung if you continue blabbering like this."

Face-palming at his stupidity, he prayed his sister hadn't heard his mention of the other. He knew if she had he would be hopeless against her onslaught of questions. She would demand every possible detail, it was never like her to let something go when it involved a topic she could tease him about.

"Oh, somebody's found someone they're interested in, do spill?"

"I'm about five seconds from hanging up."

"What's he like -"

"Four."

"You're no fun -"

"Three."

"Chim, don't you dare -"

"Two."

"Fine, I'll never mention it again," she rushed in one breath.

"One."

"Fuck you, you tiny demon spawn with annoyingly nice skin and fluffy hair."

"Hey, I'm still here aren't I? I'll take the compliment though. I would share my skincare routine, but you're a lost cause, I honestly don't know how Joohyun puts up with you," he teased, launching himself onto his bed in a fit of giggles.

It was truly amazing the effect a simple conversation with his sister could have on him, how it could flip his entire mood. All it took were a few words and his gloom would turn bright with happiness. He turned over and nearly toppled off the silk sheets, pulling himself back up breathlessly. Small chuckles erupted on the other end of the line and the ravenette imagined what that must have sounded like to her, mentally face-palming again.

"I'm going to pretend I wasn't deeply hurt by that and return to what we were saying," she chortled, and he heard the chink of a spoon against ceramic in the background.

"You're not seriously making tea, are you?" Jimin asked, rolling his eyes.

"Yep I am, so spill yours before I spill mine."

"There's nothing to say," he winced at his lie and listened as Jieun bit back a scoff, "Taehyung just lives here too because he's Mr Kim's son and I don't see the older brother because he lives with his boyfriend on the other side of Seoul. Plus, he's an arrogant jerk."

"Sure," came the reply and the younger could pick out her disbelief in the drawn-out syllable.

He listened to her finish preparing her beverage, grabbing his own snack from a little stash of Pepero he had stored away after his most recent trip to the kitchen. The sounds comforted him, reminding the ravenette of when she would make them both a hot chocolate before they snuggled up to binge-watch their favourite tv series. He missed seeing his sister, even though she nagged him about useless things half the time and he would have given anything to be having this conversation face-to-face. It wasn't the same being so far away.