Y O O N G I
Ugh, were the f—k did that red head go? I swear to the god of Gucci I'd tried to go to p-ss and got lost, I'll slap the sh-t outta him.
I have to admit though, he is quite cute. I just want him by my side and I wanna take care of him.
I finally get up from the couch, feeling quite cold, and wander into my kitchen. I see a yellow sticky note with a cup of coffee next to it.
I read the note and smiled to myself. I took a sip of my the coffee and cringed a bit, but then I got used to the taste and it didn't taste that bad after I drank more. I also got something to eat out of my fridge. I chose an apple.
I go back into the living room and sit down on the couch. I was so bored. I didn't have a job, my parents paid this apartment for me and I just go to my brother's restaurant for food. All my friends are either in classes or working their jobs, and I don't feel like going to town.
I decided to play Fortnite on my PlayStation and played that for about thirty minutes until I rage quit. I am once again, bored.
I get a text on my phone from Hoseok. Wasn't he supposed to be doing dance or something?Red head: hey yoongi!! i hope you didn't mind the coffee I made you, i havent made any in a while. we should hang out again sometime! oh dear i gotta go now taehyungie is making a mess 😬😬😬😬
I chuckle at his text and throw my phone on my couch. I then see my screensaver pop up on my phone screen. It was a picture of me and Red Head, well not anymore. We got our hair dyed together. I still call him Red Head though.
Why did he take it on my phone, I dunno, but damn I look good. Not as good as Hoseok though.
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Thx fur y'all support :)))))))
Edited: no_minshxwty
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DANCER'S DISEASE | yoonseok
FanficCOMPLETED **previously "dancer with cancer" - not my art work.