It's J-Annoyance

when you wonder what the hell you are doing with your life

Yoongi was stuck. Not physically, for the most part. He was just trying to write a perfect email that sounded so good he would land his dream job. Ah, yes, a composer for BigHit Entertainment themselves. Nothing too out of reach for Yoongi.

However, Yoongi didn't know the last time he even wrote an email this important, nor how to write it at all. It also didn't help that his nerves were on end due to the fact that it was supposed to rain within the hour, so his hand was twitching as usual. It's much harder to write a good sounding email when your body and mind aren't functioning properly.

And because Yoongi's mind wasn't functioning properly, he decided that he needed to call Hoseok, who had probably written millions of perfect, business-y emails. So he called Hoseok around dinner time, maybe around 7:30 pm. (Who keeps track of the time of day, anyway?) Yoongi assumed that Hoseok wasn't doing anything around that time, so it seemed like a good time to call.

After a few times of him dropping the phone due to a certain coping mechanism, Yoongi finally managed to call Hobi. After a few rings, he picked up.

'Hello?'

Yoongi's mind blanked for a moment. Why was he calling again? He glanced toward his computer. Oh, right, emails.

'Hellooooo?'

"Oh, hi. Yeah, sorry. Uhm..." Yoongi forgot how to form coherent sentences right then.

'What's up, Yoongi? You okay?'

"Uhm. Sure. I just wanted some, uhm, help on a thing."

'Sure? What do you need help with, though?' Hoseok sounded very suspicious even though it was just an email. But, Hoseok didn't know that, of course.

"Right. You know how to sound, like, super professional, right?" Yoongi was slowly but surely regretting his decision to call.

'Well, I guess. If you're applying for something, you're basically kissing their asses all the time, but you can't stay too humble, y'know?'

Yoongi kind of understood that logic. Kind of.  "Uh, okay. So, like, when you're writing an email, you just..." Yoongi blanked again. He blamed the weather for all his troubles, of course.

'An email? Oh, you say, 'Dear whatever, I'm applying for this job because I'm the best, because these set of skills would be best for your company, which is the best company ever because of this dude.' Or something along those lines. Of course, you'd make it sound all not half-assed.'

Yoongi barely caught any of that. "Yeah, uh, okay. I never knew that, huh... hold on."

Yoongi set down his phone and went through his email. Now that he's actually reading it and not skimming over it... yeah, it needed some work. He went through everything and fixed all the mistakes he could find, because if he didn't get into BigHit Entertainment, then... well, then he'd probably become homeless by the end of the year and die under a bridge somewhere.

He picked his phone back up. "Thanks Hobi."

'No problem, Yoongi! Good luck on whatever you're applying for, too!'

"Yeah, thanks again..." Yoongi trailed off once again, staring off into space while still on the call. Hoseok was probably wondering if he hung up or not, but, no, he was just spacing out.

That is, until there was very loud thunderclap that shook the room a little bit. Yoongi, being himself, shrieked and flung his phone against the wall. The phone landed on the bed, and for some reason the speaker button had been pushed, so there was a very confused Hoseok coming from the phone's speakers.

'Uhhhh, Yoongi? Are you okay? What happened? Yoooooongiiiiiiii...'

Yoongi was breathing heavily. Nature shouldn't be allowed to do that. Nope. After a bit of wondering how he's alive and why Holly is not wailing from the other room and instead just barking at the phone in the bed, Yoongi finally came back into existence.

He slowly walked over to his bed and picked up his phone with shaky hands. "Hobi?"

'Oh my God, you're alive. Are you okay? Like, really, is your house haunted or did you actually scream in my ear?'

Yoongi frowned. "I— what? No, my house is not haunted. Not yet, anyway. I'm... yeah, I did scream. Sorry. I'm fine." Yoongi's voice was not too strong, it sounded like he just cried, which internally, maybe he did.

'Uh, okay. Do you want me to, like, come over? I can if you want. I could help you write that email, too! And maybe shut Holly up, haha. He seems excited to know it's me on the phone.' Hoseok laughed again.

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but then it was suddenly pouring rain as if it were all the tears ever cried outside. And it was loud and not very comfortable for Yoongi, obviously. He stared at his closed curtains, his heart was running a 5k and his hands were doing their own thing. He dropped the phone onto the floor again as Yoongi slowly backed out of his bedroom.

His efforts were slightly futile, as he tripped over one of Holly's toys and fell over with a loud yell and a hard thud. "Ow..." Thankfully, Yoongi hadn't hit his wall or anything else, his butt just hurt. A lot.

Meanwhile, Holly was deciding on whether to go defend his toy or keep on trying to talk to Hoseok. Eventually he barked a few times to the flustered Hobi and then went to go retrieve the toy and move it somewhere else.

Yoongi, very momentarily forgetting about the storm, watched fondly as his dog just did his own thing. Then Hoseok was repeating his name like a small child, over and over and over again.

'Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoooooongiiiiii, Mr. Grumpy, Yoongi, Min Yoongi, Yoongi! Oh my God... are you alive? Yoongi?'

Yoongi crawled across the floor to grab his phone. "Maybe. Uhm. Hi."

There was an audible sigh of relief. 'You scared me, Yoongi! I thought you died like three times today! Don't 'hi' me, either.'

Yoongi, despite everything currently happening right then, couldn't help but smile and laugh just a bit. "Sorry, Hobi. You should've figured out by now that I really, really do not like bad weather of any sort."

'Yeah... I know. I figured it out. And— oh. I'm sorry Gi, I have to go and be a productive human being.'

Gi, huh? Yoongi could take that. "Oh, okay. Do whatever, I guess. Thanks for, uh, helping me earlier, too..." Why was Yoongi so flustered? He hates it when he doesn't understand anything.

'No problem, Yoongi! Bye!'

"Love you, b— shit. I'm sorry. Habit. Bye." Yoongi very quickly hung up. Now Yoongi was very sure he was flustered. Habit? That's an... okay excuse. It's not like he calls him mom everyday, which he doesn't, but should.

Yoongi ran his hand down his face in defeat. He just screwed up another conversation, was mentally not okay, and found himself just laying on the floor of his bed room.

He really needed that job.

A/N:
Hello my friends!!
I wrote this chapter kind off of the the plan so it might be a little jumbled. Sorry!

Happy Halloween!!