Oppa. [bxb]

Chapter Three.

T H R E E.
▷ MIN YOONGI.
FIN.

"(Jai ho!) you are my destiny —" 

Yoongi had awoken from his perturbed slumber from the obnoxious blatant discord of his mobile phone that pressed grumbly beside his pillow. Following a late-night of rather engrossment towards a so called, practice -- Yoongi hastily proclaimed of, "internet surfing". He detangled himself from the blistering heat, pushing between sheen sheets in fits and struggled to clamp ahold of the device in distaste and rolling sleepy lids, searching a mistily towards the gifted reach of the off button in blindness. Though, obviously, not at all effortlessly succeeding in blinded task.

The older males ringtone just so happened to further challenge his averting fatigued attention towards the flowing words that blustered of, (Jai Ho!) You Are My Destiny, sung by The Pussycat Dolls. The song in which, his dear -- though terribly infuriating and persistent, friend Jung Hoseok, had insisted upon having set as his ringtone -- put aside the younger's baffled protest. Though after continues weeks of debates, really, Yoongi had finally succumbed to the younger's childish protests and let it be out of discontent.

At least, during that point in time Yoongi had just been set out on rescuing his poor, strained ears further from the constant moans and squalls of a childish younger. But the ladder seemed like a rather significant choice instead as of his current restless predicament.

Though if it wasn't for the discredit and hassling fact his phone was practically his lifeline, in both a social and finical sense — he likely chances of, wouldn't of thought twice about the his own theory of tossing the terrorizing device straight out the god damned, forbidden window of his local, flat complex.

Once more, Yoongi's dazed-self attempted blindly grasping for his mobile, this time actual managing to do so, though not that the struggle wasn't still evident. Yoongi bemoaned. Hurriedly muting the booming ringer, further saving his eardrums. Idly pressing the power button and nearly blinding himself -- in fact, rather literally this time, in the process. His eyes squinted wildly as they adjusted to the newfound light that projected itself from his mobile phone and illuminated itself throughout his midnight, inky room.

His phone was immediately filled with various messages, voicemails, and emails from the previous night, regarding what he would presume to be work issues that awaited his attention. Yoongi dreaded the mere image of having to reply to all those burdensome emails that flooded his inboxes.

What a burden.

In all due honesty -- if it wasn't for the fact that rather basically, his whole life depended on those hast emails, he more than likely wouldn't of thought twice too delete and ignore them. Well, not literally, but if the young male wanted to continue in the moment of partaking in a fairly, high-income lifestyle and not to find himself working beside, or rather so, on the curb... Ignoring those work-related emails, just currently wasn't a opted option for the young CEO.

Why couldn't sleeping be considered an actual career choice!?

It wasn't that he despised his job in a sense. No, he actually took uttermost pride and enjoyed his work for the most part. But he wouldn't fib, basically being in command of one of the most successful arts companies in Seoul, could be extremely tiresome -- especially, if you have tendencies to be majorly unproductive at times.