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"You've got to be kidding me."
"Please. I need someone to go with me. You said Jimin's feeling all shadowy, so I need you to come." He clasped his hands together, his eyes pleading.
"Oh, so I'm plan B?" I crossed my arms. Messing with this guy can certainly be a hobby.
"No, you're not! It's just that, Jimin knows the place better than any of us."
"So ask him!" I pointed to the door that flew open. I jolted back, holding my chest.
"What's the point asking when you're right next to my damn door?" Jimin yelled. Hoseok paused, realizing they forgot to talk in private.
"Jimin, be a doll-"
"Hyung shut the hell up, and you..."
"Me?" I pointed at myself.
"I told you to leave. If you get in trouble, it's not my problem."
"Yes sir." I sneered at him.
"Can I speak now?"
Jimin glared at him, and Hoseok took that as a yes. True friends don't have to communicate to get their point across.
"It's my fault. She was leaving with a tear in her eye and-"
I hit Hoseok on the shoulder. One, because he was straight up lying. Secondly, I just wanted to.
"Alright." He rubbed his shoulder. "She was leaving to her room, and I stopped her to ask her a favor."
"Hoseok. No offense, but I don't believe shit that comes out of your mouth."
"No. he's actually telling the truth." I defended him. "He asked me to go to the letter room with him."
It was Hoseok's turn to jab my shoulder, and I just fell, laughing.
"What's in the letter room?"
"Letters."
Jimin placed his head in his hands. "I know Hoseok. What's in there for you?"
"Letters."
"I fucking give up." He turned towards the door, and I tugged at his arm. He looked pissed as hell when I couldn't stop laughing. I felt terrible for Hoseok, because he was actually telling the truth.
"Let's try this one more time.. Hoseok, why do you need a letter from the letter room?"
