Tied Up ☾Yoonmin

Three

Min Yoongi's POV

    "It's 11 fucking A.M Namjoon, why the fuck do you keep calling even after I ignored your call like 10 times already?" I growled at the phone, not really caring about what the annoying voice on the other side of the line was saying.

    I was sleepy, and anyone who knew me already knew I hate it when people interrupt my sleeping time. Namjoon better not stand in front of me any time soon, unless his beloved boyfriend, Seokjin, is ready to prepare his funeral.

    I'm so sleepy and frustrated that I don't pay attention to any of the gibberish Namjoon is speaking, instead I just agree to everything he says, hoping that his annoying voice will soon disappear and let me sleep, comfortably.

    After a good 10 minutes of replying OK to everything, Namjoon finally hangs up and in .2 seconds, I find myself going to sleep again. You see, I love my bed, that's the closest I will ever get to being in a relationship. I mean, it's always there for me when I'm tired, sad, happy, angry, anytime. Plus, it doesn't complain if I do something wrong, it's just there, waiting to comfort me. So what better partner other than my bed? I smile at the thought, and soon drift off to sleep without any distractions.

    Knock, knock.

    Knock, knock.

"Damn it Yoongi, open the fucking door, bitch!"

There it goes again, that annoying voice which belongs to my very annoying friend, Namjoon. I let out a long list of profanities, somehow managing to get my lazy ass up from my beloved bed. I slowly make my way towards the door, still planning the perfect way to murder Namjoon without getting sent to prison. Maybe I can choke him, and feed his body to a crocodile? I chuckle at the thought.

    When I finally reach the door and unlock it, Namjoon slams the door open and quickly makes himself at home. I close the door, and turn around, giving Namjoon a deadly glare.

"What's up, asshole?" I ask.

"Why aren't you ready? Bitch, I told you to be ready when I called you! It's already 10 PM and Jin is going to kill me if we don't hurry up! He's in the car waiting for us!" Namjoon said, and I just stare at him, still unable to register what the fuck he's talking about. Then it hits me, I slept for almost 12 hours straight, but to be honest, I'm not even surprised. Like I said, I love sleep.

"Where are we going?" I ask. To be honest, I don't remember anything about our conversation we had on the phone earlier that morning, so I don't even hesitate to ask again.

"Uh, the club! Dude, you are such a dumbass. Why do I even bother to invite you anywhere if you don't even care?" Namjoon sighs. "Exactly my question, why do you invite me?" I say, hoping that my friend will finally let it go, and also let me go, back to my bed.

"Because you're my best friend, dumbass. So hurry up and change into something decent before we go. Hurry!" He responds. I give up, Namjoon is a loser, but he's still my best friend.

I make my way back to my room and into my closet. I pull out some black jeans, a black shirt, my black blazer and some boots, then head to the bathroom to finish getting ready. I fixed my gray hair so that it doesn't look like I just woke up, even though I just did. Add some lotion to my sleepy face, cologne and I'm ready to go. I guess I'm getting wasted tonight!