Riya's POV
Re: The Magazine Is Out!
from: redheadanne@gmail.com
to: jeonjunggukOverWatCh69@gmail.com
It's out! The magazine issue was released!
Re: The Magazine Is Out!
to: redheadanne@gmail.com
From: jeonjunggukOverWatCh69@gmail.com
Riyaaaa are we emailing right now? It's 2017.
📶 Verizon LTE 12:04 AM 🔋
Jungkook: magazine?
Riya: Yeah!
Jungkook: I'm playing Overwatch
Jungkook: I'm going to call you, okay?
Riya: Okay, hurry😬
"Ahhh!" I pick up the phone with too much excitement for 12:05 in the morning. I'm pining it on the energy vitamins I took earlier, plus that combined with the magazine is a killer combo. "Kook!"
Shooting noises in the background.
"Riya!" he mimics. "Oh, oh!" A crash sounds on his line. I think he accidentally caused it due to his short-lived apology to an inanimate object. "Oh shit, I was so close. Riya," he breathes out a disappointed sigh. "I was so close."
I shake my head at my kitchen wall. "Am I interrupting?"
I can picture him rolling his head from side to side, cracking it to release pent-up frustration.
"Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but—" He heaves out a sigh. "Yes. You are."
"You called me."
"Did I?"
I whine, "The magazine."
He chuckles. "Accept my Facetime request."
"No."
"All right, well, this was fun while it lasted."
I accept his Facetime request with a giggle.
His face fills the screen, his tousled hair and headset making a classy appearance.
"Are we ready to read?" he asks. "Or should we go back to you interrupting my gameplay? Hm? What do you think?"
"Can we do both at the same time?"
"I'd prefer not to. Also, why haven't you switched to a different email? You've had that email handle for years."
"Okay, Mr. JungkookOverwatch69."
"I already told you that Taehyung made it for me. What's your excuse, redheadanne@gmail.com?"
"I really wanted red hair like Anne of Green Gables."
"Ah, yeah. I remember that." He shifts his hair away from his eyes. "That was a cute phase. Interesting, but cute." He tugs his hands through his hair. "All right, who's reading?"
I re-adjust on my kitchen counter, careful not to fall into the sink like the last time I sat here. "I was hoping that maybe you could, maybe, only if you wanted to, of course, I—"
"Yeah, I can do that." He shifts around slightly, bringing his headset to rest around his neck. "Forward it to me."
"Thanks."
His gaze penetrates me through the screen. Even through the screen, he reads me easily. "Remember what we talked about?"
When I don't respond, he prods, "Come on, say it with me."
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