SAVE ME | jjk

what the hell

Cloe's POV

I woke up, eyes slowly opening as tiredness was dragging them back closed. Wondering why I felt so damn tired.

Glancing over the unusually close coach, I figured that Jake's snoring was keeping me up at night but surprisingly the sheets and pillows on the piece of furniture were perfectly folded, stating that Jake was already gone.

Shrugging it off, I got up to get dressed into something comfortable before heading for breakfast, still a slight pout on my lips as I wondered why jake just left.

Since the sun seemed to show its best side, I peeked outside, appreciating the good weather when my gaze was once again distracted to a certain male's window just to see that Jake's curtains were closed this time.

Maybe he is busy.

Grabbing my phone, I almost fell down the stairs my display was requiring my back up password.

I sat down at the kitchen counter while still wondering why my phone was requiring my back up password which it usual only does when the normal password was typed in wrongly too many times.

Figuring that my memory was probably just getting worse, I started having breakfast.

As I finished I got to main door, opening it as usually to grab the daily newspaper and advertisements I order to throw them away.

Fortunately before I could do so, my eyes quickly scanned the content of the first page, brow immediately rising up at an very familiar name.

Staring at the article that was apparently about one of Ley's latest piano performances in Seoul, I reached for my phone typing with the speed of light.

smiled softly at the screen, being happy about how passionated my bestfriend was about her hobby but at the same time a frown found its way onto my face when I saw that Yoongi still hadn't texted me back.

Fearing that he was still pissed at me, I decided to cal him up to treat him an ice cream or something like that since the weather seemed to be heavenly today.

But my hopes were quickly decreased when the oh so familiar voice of the mailbox filled my ears.

You're not picking up? I'll come and get your ass then, Min Yoongi.

Determined to face the blond haired boy, I got ready and left the house, heading for a lovely appartment that was home to seven dorky boys.

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Author POV

The mood at the shared appartement was stressed out.

By now the boys were used to Yoongi's constant alcohol issues but everyone was tired of it.