My Muse || Sope

-Twenty-Nine-

This is Yoongi texting.
This is Hoseok.

To: My Love💜
Hoseokieeeeee

Sent

I miss you so dam musch

Sent

I'm skrry I wasnt emough fore you. I wish I had beeen.

Sent

I still love you. And IIIIIIIIIIII will always lovvveeee youuuuu.

Yoongi? Are you drunk?

MY HOSEOKIE.
MY LOVE.
YOU REPLIED TOO ME.
And I might have had a litrle much to drimk

Yoongi, you don't drink. You told me you had never had a drink in your life because of your past.
Why are you drinking?

Im not drimking!

Are you okay?

No! You fucking left me. Why would I bee okayy?

That was close to a year ago, Yoongi.

I have a questiom

Fine. What is it?

Why don't himans have gills? Fish use them to breathhe but we dont. Theu have mouthz too

...I don't know why humans don't have gills.
I hope you're not at a bar, but somewhere safe. I don't want anything happening to you.

Can fishies kiss?  Would you kiss me if I was a fishy?
Oh waitrt. You domt love me.

Yoongi. You're drunk. Get some sleep. It's late.

Yoongi?

Huh. Guess you fell asleep.

Goodnight, Yoongi.

••••••

"Fuck." I groaned as the sunlight streamed in through the slightly open curtains. I rolled over, burying my head under the pillow.

I heard a deep chuckle from across the room. Opening one eye, I spotted a smirking Namjoon. "You regret drinking so much?"

"Ughhhh." I threw an arm over my eyes. "Did I do anything embarrassing?"

I heard the sound of something being set down on the coffee table next to me, making me open my eyes, spotting a plate with an omelette, and a mug full of coffee. One wiff of coffee made me jump up and take a sip, embracing the bitterness. I noticed some pain medication on the plate, and I popped them in my mouth, swallowing it down. 

"Well, you cried. A lot."

"I do that when I'm sober, Joon."

"He was texting somebody last night while laughing and crying hysterically, at the same time." Jin entered the room, slipping off his messy apron.

My eyes went wide as I reached for my phone, scrolling through my messages. "Oh no! No no no. Motherfucking hell."

I heard Jin chuckle before plopping down next to me on the couch, stealing a bite of my omelette. "So, who did you text?"

I handed him my phone, burying my head in my hands. "Fucking Hoseok."

Namjoon dropped his mug, the ceramic breaking into small pieces on the floor.

"Dammit, Joonie! I just bought a new set. Quite breaking our shit!"

I laughed while taking a sip of my coffee. I finished eating before I grabbed my stuff. "So I'm glad that Hoseok now has another reason to hate me." I stood up and went to the door. "Thank you both. You are good friends. I'll see you at work tomorrow, Namjoon."

•••
I entered the apartment, seeing Taehyung instantly as he exited his bedroom. "Hey! Where were you last night? It's already almost 3 PM."

I shrugged before explaining everything that had happened. He looked a little guilty as I mentioned the date with Baekhyun, but I explained that it wasn't too bad. I was getting to the part about texting Hoseok when there was a knock on the door. I raised an eyebrow at Taehyung, who looked at me with a confused look on his face.

"Who the hell?"

"I don't know, Yoongi. Maybe open it and find out like a normal person."

I scoffed, a faint smile playing on my lips. "You're such an ass, Tae."

The knocking ensued once more. "I'm coming, geez!" I snapped as I threw open the door, freezing in my tracks.

My eyes couldn't blink. My heart stopped beating. Sweat formed on my forehead and upper lip as my hands started shaking from the emotions that started overwhelming me.

I heard Taehyung shuffle behind me a little before calling out, "Hyung! Who is it?"

I opened my mouth, which was almost too dry to open. I swallowed, trying to rehydrate it so I could talk.

"It's Hoseok."

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