yoongi didn't get it.
i'm becoming pretty?
what did that even mean?
yeah, boasting was famous joke between them. but it's unlikely to do it when the situations are like this.
the questions in his head as doubled because of that three word sentence.
he was in the middle of thinking when the phone rangㅡearning the man's attention.
yoongi got his phone and placed it above his ear without even checking who he caller was, "hello?"
"woah, you're mad."
he immediately knew who it was, "jimin." the boy muttered, "why'd you call?"
it's been a while since their last talk on the phone, so it did kind of surprise yoongi when the younger man called. he guessed it's either jimin needed something, or he did something wrong. maybe even both.
"cranky." he commented, "uh... so, you know... about those new speakers that you gave us money to buy..."
yoongi was right. and he could even hear the others blaming each other.
"what happened?"
"someone broke it..."
"was it namjoon?"
there was a few noise before another voice was heard, "i don't break everything, okay? it wasn't me this time!"
"is that all? i'm going to hang up now."
"did something happen?" the younger man asked, "you seem troubled."
"yeah, something did happen," yoongi answered honestly, unlike other times where he would say it was nothing.
"oh," was all the answer the the patient got.
in all honesty, to say jimin and the others who were inside the room were shocked was an understatement. they didn't expect yoongi to bluntly say his answer, he was more of a guy who pretended everything was okay.
the six men are starting to get worried. first, he doesn't get mad when they broke the speakers that was newly bought with his own money. second, he didn't even hide the fact the something was happening.
"are... are you okay, though? do you need any help? do you want us to go there?" the youngest asked, worried.
"no, it's okay. i'll just figure this out on my own." he mumbled, "i'm going to hang up now. you guys get back to what you were doing."
"okay..." the guys were still concerned, but asked nothing, nevertheless. "just call us if you need any help." this time it was taehyung. the usual happy boy, sounded serious.
"yeah." yoongi was about to click the end button, when he suddenly remembered something. "wait,"
"why? do you need anything?"
"no, i just have something to ask."
"wow, would you look at the time! yoongi, i think we need to go, we have to work!"
this made the boy smile and chuckle, these were the friends that he knew. "it's not academic related, dumbasses."
"we're all ears, my friend."
"do you know anything about being pretty?"
"yoongi, sorry if this surprises you, but we're all men."
"no! that's now what i mean. like have you read anything about being pretty and..." he gulped, "dying? or something like that. i have a clue, but the whole thought doesn't enter my mind."
silence, was what he got. there was a few moments of nothing, but then not long after, he heard sounds of a keyboard being pressed. he almost rolled his eyes, of course, his friends always had the internet as their best friends in times of stupidity.
"wait!" that scream made everyone stop and hold their breaths, "i think i know! i saw this one on a post while i was scrolling through the social media. it had something to do with flowers."
"i think you're right, hoseok. what was it?"
"uh... it's like if you're in a garden. what flowers do you pick on first?"
"the pretty ones?" namjoon answered, not too sure with his answer.
"exactly! just like in real life, people who are beautifulㅡphysically or in terms of personality, are being taken away first." hoseok continued, "that's what i saw but i don't thinkㅡ"
"thank you!" was the last thing that yoongi said before he hung up.
fucking idiot, of course! how could you even forget!
he grabbed his jacket and mask, put it on quickly and rushed out of his room.
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jfc this is too lame for it to be posted late smh i'm sorry
