's 1 a.m. by the time he gets back to his apartment, and he sprawls himself out onto his measly twin sized mattress and falls asleep upon hitting the pillow.
Yoongi's gotten a mere 23 minutes of sleep when his phone pings. He grumbles, wondering who the fuck dares wake him up at this time, unless it's a gig, then he'll be slightly less angry. Angry Yoongi means angry customers, which means money..
He squints, eyes not yet adjusted to the bright blue light smothering him, and stares at the text.
Unknown:
Hi yoongi, it's jimin
Yoongi:
what the fuck
Unknown:
I got ur number from hoseok hyung
Yoongi makes a mental note to give Hoseok a piece of his mind the next time they meet, that bitch-ass traitor. He adds a contact for the annoying little shit he is unfortunately texting.
Assbuttface:
I was wondering if we could meet up again. Coffee shop at 3?
Yoongi reads the text but doesn't reply. He'll decide when he wakes up. At least he can have his full 14 hours of sleep.
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Read My Lips || Yoonmin || {COMPLETED}
FanfictionYoongi knows that not a whole lot of people appreciate his piano music. He doesn't expect a deaf boy to become his biggest fan.
