Friends • boyxboy

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Please comment how it is so far.
Im worried it's bad.

Yoongi sat in his stuffed up room. Not bothering to clean it even though his parents would tell him millions of times to do so.

He sat at his desk, reading an online manga that contained graphic designs when his mom came into the room. "Sweetie-" she was interrupted when yoongi quickly closed the tab and stood up abruptly, looking to his mom "eomma! You're supposed to knock"

She looked at him shocked by the tone but didn't do anything about it. She didn't scold him or anything. "Sweetie are you okay?"

"I'm fine" he said, his tone rude and eager for her to leave. He sat back down in his seat and looked at her, "why are you in here?"

"I was just thinking that you should go outside and get some fresh air on a nice Sunday morning like today" she chirped, going over to the curtains and opening them. Yoongi hissed at the sunlight that peered into his man cave.

"No, thank you mom and if you could please leave" he acted upon a rude tone with his mother, making her feathers ruffle.

"Oh come on yoongi, why don't you go outside and play with your friends?"

Yoongi glared at her "the only friends I need are my computer" he scowled, "besides, I don't have any friends. Everyone sucks. I wish everyone would just die"

He pushed her out of his room and slammed the door on her before he jumped onto his bed and hid under his covers, thinking about what a low life he was.

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His mom went back down into the kitchen, sitting down she frowned. "Honey" she called out and her husband looked from his newspaper "is it an emergency?"

"Our baby is turning into a drug dealer"

He widened his eyes "what?!" She shook her head "I just needed to make sure you were paying attention, since you usually don't nowadays. But yoongi doesn't have any friends" she frowned.

"What are we going to do? I need a popular baby. He's wilting away in that filthy dungeon of his" she burrowed her hands into her face.

"Don't worry honey, he'll make friends. I know it"

"I hope so" she whimpered into her hands. Her husband left for work and contacted a place on his cellular device. "Hi, I would like to buy my son a friend."

"Sure, just give us the info of your son and we'll find a boy that suits best for him"

Because it's possible