Chapter 9
Third person's POV:
It's Friday. Later at 7:00 pm is the Welcoming Night Prom. Still Bangtan doesn't hear a word from Sunny.
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"What? Will she attend?" Taehyung asked.
"Did you contacted her?" Hoseok asked Jungkook.
"I did but she's not answering her phone." Jungkook replied.
Suddenly Yoongi's phone rings.
"Ya!!" Yoongi yelled as he answered Sunny's call.
[Are you mad at me?] Sunny asked weakly, almost like whispering.
The boys were shocked to hear her like that. She sounds really sick.
"I'm.. I'm sorry.. Are you feeling alright? Should we bring you to the hospital? Where are you?" Yoongi asked calmly.
[Aniya. I'm going to attend the prom. I'll be fine.] Sunny replied from the other line.
"Ya Sunny if you're sick learn to lean on us." Yoongi said not knowing what to say anymore.
They thought they were close but somehow there's just a wall that the 7 of them can't break. A wall that is protecting who she really is.
[Don't worry about me. I'm really fine. Kkeutna~] Sunny said and hang up the phone.
"Aish." Yoongi throws his phone away in annoyance.
"Calm down hyung." Luckily Hoseok caught it.
"Jin hyung are you using your car?" Yoongi asked as they're the only ones with drivers license.
"Yes of course. Who will bring these kids to the prom." Jin answered while brushing his teeth.
"I'm driving on my own. I'll bring Sunny home, later." Yoongi said seriously.
"Take care then." Jin hyung said.
"Hyung. Be careful. Noona's charm is really something. If possible don't fall for her yet, we're not sure who she is." Namjoon said, he's more mature than the older hyungs.
"Do you like her now hyung?" Jimin asked
"I- I don't know! Let's not talk about that." Yoongi runs to the tv stand and grabs his keys.
"Drive safely hyung!!" Jungkook said before Yoongi leaves the house.
Yoongi's POV:
I open the garage door and rode my car. I start the engine and drive the car somewhere without thinking. A few minutes later, I stopped by a flower shop. I park the car and get out.
I saw pink roses. Will Sunny like these?
"Eomeonim, please give me 7 bouquets of these." I said and get my wallet.
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