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I woke up to my phone ringing, the ringtone bringing back painful memories that were once some of my happiest ever. I shook the thought away and picked up the phone.
"Yes, hyung, don't yell please."
"I wasn't going to."
"Great, what is it?"
"You didn't come to the studio today. Again."
"I'm aware."
"Why is that so?"
"Because I'll have to pass his studio."
"He's not coming either. And why are you letting him interfere with your passion? Wasn't music your life? Your everything?"
"Yea, I'm coming from tomorrow. But I swear on Holly if you're lying-"
"Yea, yea, I don't care."
"Is that all-"
"No, Joonie and I are gonna pick you up and we're going to the club. Today evening. Be ready or I'll drag you out in your PJs."
"Oh, you don't have to make me the 3rd wheel. You 2 go, it's a date."
"You brat-"
"Yes."
"I don't like him!"
"And he loves mint choco ice cream."
"No, he hates it."
"Exactly."
"I hate you."
"Then why're you inviting me to your date?"
"Fuck you."
"But you like someone else. And I'm a top."
"I don't like him."
"What's his favourite colour and why?"
"Black, because it represents the-"
"Yea, yea, you proved my point, that's all I care about."
"Seriously, you're annoying."
"Then don't invite me to your da-"
"It's not a fucking date."
"Blah blah blah."
"-is a bop."
"Definitely."
"Whatever, I'll just come-"
"-in his mouth."
"One more joke Min, and you're dead."
"I'm not joking, just ahead of the times."
"Hyung, the phone's been on speaker this whole time," A deep, smooth voice spoke.
