son, my son ↯ bts

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"could we send someone else?" jeongguk asks, suddenly getting up from his spot to wander aimlessly around yoongi. yoongi grumbles; his head support disappeared.

"like who?"

"like namjoon. seokjin and i were never as close as namjoon was to him. it would mean more if namjoon was sent there."

yoongi sighs and extinguishes his cigarette. "sure. but– rain check?– he's in heaven."

"can't we just knock or something?" jeongguk throws his hands in the air. "lord knows what's gonna happen to seokjin. we gotta save him."

"i hear you, princess jeongguk."

"then what the hell do we do?"

"uh... i don't know." yoongi admits, sitting up. "um. maybe we can just knock on heaven."

jeongguk stops pacing. "what? we can?"

yoongi shrugs. "technically you're allowed up there. that's your home after all. the angels might be a bit mad though."

"and... because i can come here..." jeongguk's eyes light up. "oh my god! yoongi! you're a genius, hyung!"

jeongguk suddenly goes running into the opposite direction.

yoongi watches him, smirking. "yoongi. genius." he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket.

"it has a nice ring to it, huh?"

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oh my god how desperate was that to get a reference into this sad excuse of a story im