Snapchat (Yoonmin)

Chapter 72

Fri, July 2, 3:35 AM

Jiminie

YOONGI HYUNG

9:00 AM

Jiminie

Fuck
Where are you
Seriously what the
fuck
Namjoon Hyung and
me are both freaking
out hyung
Call us
Please

10:15 AM

Jiminie

WE'RE THIS CLOSE TO
TRAVELING TO DAEGU
TO FIND YOU
THIS
CLOSE

10:22 AM

Jiminie

FUCK WE DON'T KNOW
WHERE YOU WORK
WTF HYUNG
THIS IS WHY YOU
SHOULDN'T BE SO
SECRETIVE AND SHIT

1:19 PM

Jiminie

WE'RE ALLING HTE
COPS

3:52 PM

Jiminie

Hyung
Please

                                                     5:11 PM

                                                   Sugasweet

                                                   Calling...

                                                   Sugasweet

                                                   0:01

"Hello?"

It takes a second for Jimin to register that someone answered the phone. He tenses up, his fingers curling tighter around his phone as if afraid something will suddenly snatch it from him, while his idle hand frantically reaches out for Namjoon's sleeve. He takes a breath. His voice croaks at his first attempt to speak and he has to clear his throat to sound like an actual human. Next to him, Namjoon mouths something about putting the call on speaker.

"Hel - Yoongi Hyung?"

"No," the line answers, and Jimin's heart plummets to the pit of his stomach before the voice on the other end even goes on. "This is his mother, Mrs. Min. Who's this?"

"Uh - hi - ma'am, I'm - Jimin?" At Namjoon's persistant urge, Jimin lowers the phone and switches on the speaker. "Is Yoongi Hyung around?"

"Jimin who?" Mrs. Min either deliberately dodges the question or doesn't care to share that information with someone she doesn't know. "Are you one of his coworkers? He's never mentioned a Jimin to me before."

"Ouch," Namjoon mouths, placing his hand over his heart in mock sympathy.

Furrowing his brows and bearing the sting of Mrs. Min's words, Jimin says, "No - uh, I'm a friend - Look, ma'am, can I just talk to Yoongi hyung please? I haven't heard from him and - I'm - I'm worried."

"No, I'm afraid not," Mrs. Min answers without hesitation. "Yoongi can't come to the phone right now. He needs his rest."

"What do you mean?" Jimin holds the phone up closer to his mouth like that will answer his question. He shares a gaze with Namjoon. "Is he okay?"

"Mum?" A second voice, brimming with exhaustion, sounds from the background. Jimin's chest tightens; it takes every ounce of his self-control to not scream Yoongi's name to get his attention. "Is that my phone?"

Though muffled by presumably her hand over the mic, Mrs. Min's voice is still clear enough. "Honey, go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute."

"Who is it?" Yoongi asks distantly.

Jimin jitters anxiously and bites at a loose flap of skin on his lip. "Uh, hey, excuse me - can I talk to Yoongi hyung? Please?" He strains his ear as he tries to catch the curt and indistinct exchange between mother and son. "Ma'am, please, can I just for a sec?"

"I'm sorry, no. Thank you for calling," Mrs. Min says, and Jimin thinks he can hear the sound of a door closing nearby.

"Wait - wait - wait!" Jimin stands up, as if he can physically stop Mrs. Min from hanging up on him. "Is he okay? That's all I wanna know."

"Yoongi will be alright. Oh, by the way," Mrs. Min goes on, her tone actualizing the mental image Jimin's created of her based on what he knows through Yoongi. "If you're the same Jimin that's been sending all those messages, shame on you, young man. I hope you clear up your language. I don't appreciate Yoongi being forced to deal with your foul mouth."

"Uh - what the ff---" Jimin stops shortly only thanks to Namjoon's shake of the head. "Okay, ma'am, I'll - keep that in mind."

"Uh-huh, you have a good evening now," Mrs. Min says. Then the line goes dead.

Jimin draws a deep breath, hoping the air will smother out the anger spiraling inside him. He glares at the black screen of his phone and knows that despite his hardest wish, it isn't going to light up with a text from Yoongi anytime soon. He turns to the sound of Namjoon flumping onto the bed and the frame whining under the weight.

"Dude," Jimin says. "I fucking hate Yoongi's mum."