Blanket Of Lies || m.yg

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"I'm calling up Hoseok," Yoongi put out a hand to who he thought was Namjoon's Butler, "got a phone I could use?"

"That's a coat hanger hyung..." Namjoon looked away stifling his laughter.

Yoongi played it cool with a straight face and rung the bell beside him.  "Shut up. I'm not the one that's clumsy and needs a Butler. And your house is always dimly lit..."

Namjoon's face went back to normal, and he got up to get another laptop.

Namjoon's Butler, Seokjin, walked out stiff from his room to Yoongi in his Mario PJ's, glaring at a smirking Yoongi.

"Yes?" Seokjin asked through gritted teeth. 

Yoongi cleared his throat, "Sir."

Seokjin narrowed his eyes at him and muttered, "Yes, sir?"

Yoongi smirked, crossing his legs with elegance. "Much better."

Seokjin and Yoongi weren't on the best terms since they met.  Thier personalities clashed once in a while and their history just makes it even worse.

"Do you have a phone I may use?" Yoongi asked, resting his head on his hand again.

Seokjin let out a large sigh as if his issues had only gotten worse.  "Please, come this way, sir." Seokjin lifted a hand in the direction of a bright hall way with a fake, practiced smile forming on his lips.  Inside his mind, Seokjin wanted to take a knife and stab the man before him.  It's not the first time he's thought that.  But Seokjin always finds a reason to comply with Yoongi's irritating requests and a reason to trust him.

Yoongi got up and followed Seokjin to a telephone.  "Here you are, sir.  Would you like to use a mobile phone?"

Yoongi shook his head and picked up the phone.  "I shall take my leave then, sir." Seokjin smiled and bowed slightly, turning away to get back to his room.

Yoongi nodded; and as Seokjin left he called after him.  "One more thing!"

Seokjin bit his lip and frowned.  He turned back to Yoongi with a scowl.  "Yes?"

"Sir," Yoongi corrected with a smirk.

"Yes, sir?" Seokjin said through clenched teeth.

Yoongi gestured to Seokjin's PJ's, "Nice.  I like them." Seokjin gave Yoongi a genuine smile but frowned at Yoongi's next words, "But what happened to your pink one's? They suited you a lot better."

"I burned them and put the ashes in the dinner you ate last time you visited," Seokjin deadpanned.

Yoongi raised a brow and Seokjin rolled his eyes.  

"No, you sick retard.  I don't like pink anymore because you, Hoseok and Master Namjoon always make fun of me!" Seokjin said clenching his hands into fists and storming off.

Yoongi rolled his eyes again and shook his head.  Yoongi sighed, thinking about how he would talk to Hoseok.

Hoseok was the most reasonable person to call because he was a dancer as well, but in hip hop instead of modern and contemporary dance.

He'll probably be in his practice room...or the studio.  I'll call his cell then.

Yoongi dialed his number and leaned against the nearest wall, his arms crossed.  After a few seconds, hard breathing could be heard on the other line. "Hoseok?"

A breathy, hoarse voice spoke, "Yah, Yoongi hyung, I didn't know you would be calling.  You at Namjoon's?"

Yoongi hummed and clicked his teeth, "Yeah, I'm at his house.  Mind if you come over soon? Like, in an hour?"

"In an hour?!" Yoongi heard a tired groan in the distance, then Hoseok's voice again, this time, with energy. "Ok, but you better have food."

Yoongi pursed his lips, "Yeah, yeah, I'll try.  I already pissed off the Pink Princess."

"Already? Wow...I'll be there in a bit—just make sure to have food!" Hoseok said before hanging up.

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A/n: Hoi everyone! Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far.  I'm starting up on this one since I missed writing for Yoongi.  Anyway, see you in the next chapter!

~ThePurpleOtaku