yoongi lets out a loud exhale as he walked out of the bathroom stall and made his way to the sink. he quickly washed his hands.
a glint of dark blue caught his eye and yoongi cocked his head towards it, eyeing it suspectfully. it was a cube shaped die, glowing brightly. 'the fuck is this?' yoongi had no idea why such an object would end up inside a sink - a place where people would wash their hands and spit substances from their mouth.
without putting much thought into it, he grabbed the dark blue die and placed it in his pocket. yoongi dismissed any suspicion over it and thought that the object would be convenient as he and his friends likes to play board games, often finding a die or two missing.
yoongi lazily walked back to the waiting room where he and his members would get their makeup done. they had a stage to perform in a few minutes. he immediately plopped down into one of the chairs and closed his eyes.
"oh, hyung! where have you been?" a chirpy voice said. yoongi recognised it as hoseok's.
his eyes remains closed as he felt something dabbing into his cheeks. "toilet."
he heard hoseok mumble a quiet "hmm." before saying, "we've gotta be ready by five. i'll see you backstage."
footsteps were soon audible and yoongi sighed once again. (he seemed to have a habit of sighing) yoongi was tired, his muscle ached and the fact that he had only gotten 3 hours of sleep didn't help. sure he liked performing his music to people who appreciate it but sometimes it was too much, he wanted--needed a break.
"it's done."
yoongi opened his eyes and stood up, slightly bowing to the makeup artist and making his way out of the room to meet the other members. as soon as he arrived, he was bombarded by staff who checked his mic and all the stuff he needed. he was also scolded for being late by one minute.
yoongi noticed the worried glances jimin seemed to shoot. "you seem tired, hyung."
he pushed his ebony coloured hair back and looked at jimin. "yeah, didn't get much sleep last night." after approximately one minute, one of the stylist noticed the 'mess' yoongi created. she rushed up to him and quickly fixed his hair, occasionally spraying hairspray. yoongi scrunched his nose.
"you should get some rest after this... it's okay if you don't go to the studio."
he didn't answer as he couldn't, they were cued to get to the stage and get ready to perform. but truthfully, it was also because he didn't want to. going to the studio to finish up some projects was a part of work.
yoongi got into position and waited for the music to roll in. it eventually did and everything that was on yoongi's mind was gone, he only focused on giving a good performance.
「♡」
a chant of "great work!" were heard everywhere as they each made their turn to bow. by now, all the members of the group were sweating as they made their way back to the room. the air was stuffy and yoongi needed a drink.
he barged inside the room in desperate need of any source of drink - water, in particular. yoongi mentally groaned when he couldn't find his. "hey, you seen my water bottle?"
"no. wanna drink mine?"
"nah." yoongi inaudibly muttered as he walked out of the room in search for a vending machine. he hated sharing mugs or stuff in general. he was hygienic.
yoongi pushes in a couple of coins that totalled up to 1700 won and punched in the number 24. a thud was heard and yoongi takes out a bottle of iced tea. being completely drained out, he chugged down 3/4 of the bottle and sighed in relief when he was done.
an abrupt sensation in his pocket distracted him and yoongi stared at it for a good minute. 'i had my phone in my pocket the entire time...' he pondered about all the bad stuff that could've happened to it before actually taking it out and sighing because of what he saw. it was exactly what he'd expected, his members talking a bunch of crap.
yoongi was about to place his phone back to his pocket before he felt his phone vibrate again. he furrowed his brows, he was sure that he'd just muted the chat.
X
congratulations!
[YOU WON A DICE!]
YOU'VE BECOME A DICER! >_<
he stared at his phone for what seemed like a century before scrunching his face altogether and sighing for the x time. "...the fuck is this."
