There's a MONSTER in the elevator, Yoonmin fanfic

6. The mocking voice I didn't want to hear

✧ Yoongi

Yoongi's log - 070909

Today the monster asked me if I wanted to play a game of victims in love. Maybe it's because I'm not a child anymore?

Peace.

Yoongi's log - 210909

It has been two weeks now but I still can't find my one and only true love. I asked my monster how long it was going to take but he didn't answer me. That bastard.

Swag.

Yoongi's log - 120111

Everyone's whispering under my bed when I'm trying to sleep again. I think they're drunk but that's good for me.

"The one and only true love is usually something difficult, something rare. Most people don't find it at all... It's the bet even we monsters take on since we can't control it."

Is what they said.
So most people don't find it at all...

Yoongi's log - 220513

I hate this. Fuck everything.

I want to make music.

...

The continuous vibrating sound from my pocket awoke me from my sleep. I had been napping in the staff room again. Sighing, I turned my head to take a peek at the watch on the wall when I noticed Hoseok staring at me from the chair behind mine. For some reason, he was grinning. It made him look stupid.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm bored."

"Okay...?"

My attention fell back on the phone and my thoughts hopefully wished for the caller to be Jimin. I fished it up and couldn't help but to let a small smile pass my lips. Indeed, it's-

"It's him, right?!" Hoseok yelled right beside my ear, startling me.

I hadn't even noticed him dragging his chair up closer, now standing wood to wood behind mine.

"So his name is Jimin?" Hoseok joyfully continued, leaning heavily on my shoulder with his breath right near my ear.

I rolled my eyes.

"Off. Shoulder. Now." I warned, "How do you know about him?"

He backed off a bit and smiled, "I checked the time on your phone while you were sleeping and he was your wallpaper. He's cute."

Shit. I stood up, ready to leave. This was too much and the call was way too precious to take in here together with this idiot. Instead, I led my steps out the backdoor to the familiar view of metallic stairs and bricked walls. There, I sat down and tapped the green button before Jimin's patience would drop and I would miss my chance to speak to him at all.

My heart was somehow already fluttering, anticipating and my brain felt more stirred up than usual as I tried to think of something to say. Be cool Min Yoongi.