THE WRONG NOTE | m.yg

chapter : twenty-eight

taehyung tossed in turn in his bed refusing to get up out of bed his mind still reeling from the beautiful tzuyu he met last night and the soul crushing news of the entertainment company she was from.

he wrestled with the idea of telling yoongi. it would bring up too much of the past. but there was still something from last night that needed to be let out of the bag—taehyung finally spoke with his crush! and performed with her.

the performer rolled on his stomach and whipped his phone out. he found raena's number and called. he kicked his feet while he waited for her to pick up.

he frowned at how long she was taking until finally he hear her unusually sad tone.

"hey tae..." she sighed.

he laughed. "raena what's wrong? i can hear you pouting from here."

"nothing it's just brother trouble and yoon-"

"do you wanna come over?" taehyung interrupts, getting the sense that they didn't need to just talk, they needed to rot away their day on taehyung's couch and watch kids from "the return of superman" variety show be better at adulting than they are.

before he could take back his request from the contemplating silence that came afterwards, raena announced she would be coming immediately so closely to the phone's mic, taehyung had to pull away at how loud it was.

she hangs up and taehyung picks earwax from his ear.

"ow," he mutters, and rolls off his bed to get snacks from the kitchen.

little did he know, yoongi was 15 minutes away after stopping at the farmer's market for yummy breakfast for his famished stomach headed straight to his best friends house.

now did yoongi like admitting he had a best friend? eh. but where else was he gonna go. realistically, he would have been there anyways going over song lyrics and having energy drinks for focus.

after his encounter at raena's house he wondered if taehyung needed a heads up that he was on his way—not that he had any way of giving it to him.

yoongi shook his head and ran a hand down his face before leaning against the bus window. now he was overthinking everything. he doesn't need to give his best friend a heads up. they have nothing to hide from each other. they aren't in the middle of a fight or anything.

gosh yoongles—

yoongi eyes widened. he slapped a hand over his face and sat there thinking over what he's just done.

i called myself "yoongles"! what the hell else can raena influence me into doing?

he couldn't help biting his lip to resist from laughing because although he hated the nickname it was absolutely ridiculous that he called himself that in his thoughts without needing to hear her voice in his head either. no matter how much he tried to push her and everything brought up this morning out of his mind, she returns.

he rested his head back on the window as the bus reaches a stop and shut his eyes in thought, a faint smile playing at his lips.

raena enters the bus in a rush, taking the first seat she sees at the front. her heart was still racing from having just argued with jeongguk over the phone he threw on the coffee table with enough force to crack the screen.

the same phone that happened to be the one yoongi left. she had no idea how she was going to explain this to him but maybe if she spoke to taehyung, they can break the news together to him.

she shifted in her seat uncomfortably, the guy next to her taking up a lot of room with his knees. having to keep swiping away jungkook's test messages while she was typing a draft of an apology to yoongi on her notes app was not helping.