ROSE (Sequel To Fallen To Rise)

Nine • Two Sides

Group Chat (The Cool Kidz)
(Kookie, Minnie Mommie, Happy Rainbow Fun Time, Jiminie)

Kookie: Ummaaaaa! Where are youuuuuu? I'm bored.

Minnie Mommie: God Jeongguk, you make me feel old. And I'll be there in like, five minutes.

K: You're twenty-nine, mother. You're super old. Plus you have two sons.
K: Wait, does that mean you're not coming for an hour?

MM: And you're twenty-five, child. Plus, you're adopted.
MM: And five minutes means that your father won't stop kissing my neck and being clingy and that SJ wants to see Jimin.

K: That makes sense, I'm so much taller than you and Appa. But ew, I don't want to know when you guys having sex.
K: I'm young, mother. You're old.

Happy Rainbow Fun Time: I'm Hobi!

MM: Jiminie just picked SJ up. Yoongi wants to get naughty, so tell him.
MinnieUmma: Yeesh, you're such a brat. And Hoseok, keep being a happy rainbow.

Miniko snuck up behind Jeongguk as he texted her back, grinning at the idea to scare him. Tiptoeing behind him, she outstretched her arms and pushed his head. When he turned around to see the culprit, she quickly ducked and duck walked to the other side of the table.

Jeongguk grabbed the hood of her sweater and refused to let her waddle away. He pulled her back while she struggled, causing bystanders to watch with curious eyes. They were wondering why a young man was tugging a woman's hoodie while she tried to duck walk away. It was a strange sight. Eventually he let go and Miniko slipped into her chair.

They smiled at each other. "I missed you, Noona," Jeongguk whispered, holding his cup of hot cocoa in his hands. He looked over to a shivering Miniko and pushed it over to her. She took it gratefully, taking a long slow sip before replying.

"I missed you too, Kookie."

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Yoongi hummed, comfortable on the couch with a blanket over his body, a cup of hot tea, and his laptop on his lap. After writing a few raps he decided to check his email and later have Namjoon come to review his lyrics. Though when Yoongi clicked on an email, he dropped his tea. The sound of the glass breaking was distant in his ears as he reviewed and reread the email.

*
Namjoon sat with Yoongi on the couch as he clicked through different programs. "Hyung, honestly, I think you should go. Just get it over with." Namjoon looked over to an older friend who was messily writing things down in his notebook. His pen looking ready to explode from how hard it was getting pressed into the paper.

Yoongi sighed and opened his hand, letting the pen drop onto the floor. He buried his face into his hands and sighed deeply. "I don't want to. I can't leave the two people who mean the most to me. They don't deserve this." He wanted to cry into his best friend's shoulder and sob about how unfair life was. But that would be the weak thing to do.

So Yoongi instead curled up into a ball and cried silently against Namjoon's side. His body shook with each passing, silent sob. He could practically feel a panic attack want to take over his body and he tried to suppress it. But one way or another, he was in front of the toilet throwing up the delicious lunch Miniko and him cooked up.

He felt a hand gently rub his back and stroke his hair at the same time. Yoongi was calmed by the fact it was Namjoon, because if it was Miniko...he wouldn't want her to know how bad this has gotten. She would've started crying and it would've gotten worse from him. And if it was SJ...the poor kid would've freaked out and called Seokjin before he even thought to call 911 or Miniko.

Yoongi fell back into Namjoon's arms, his eyes shut. "Hyung, you're okay now," the younger man whispered. He hugged the older man while flushing the throw-up down the toilet. "Do you want to lay down?" Yoongi weakly nodded his head. Namjoon set the older boy down on the counter and brushed his teeth so his breathe would be nice and sweet instead of disgusting and smelly.

Namjoon then carried Yoongi to his bed and pulled the blanket over his body. He brushed his hand against Yoongi's pale forehead and frowned. It was hot. So he went to wet a washcloth and call Seokjin to make some soup. In the meantime, he rested the cool washcloth over the older's burning forehead and boiled some water for soup.

"Hyung," Namjoon whispered. "You have to take care of yourself."

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As an author I wish there were more views on ROSE. I wonder if any of those who read Fallen to Rise even reads this. *Sigh*

I do have the wish to be out there with the big dogs and show my style. Is there anything I am doing wrong?
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Uh...I love you!!!! *Flustered*
Dang, I confessed...