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Min Yoongi 25 years old Born in Daegu Majored in music
He seemed quite interesting. According to Max, he was more on the quiet side, but was actually a soft kitten. If you did start seeing this man, this will definitely be a whole new experience.
Max had given you his social medias so you can somewhat see how he lives and who he is as a person. You spent a good half an hour scrolling through his accounts, man he posts a lot especially about music productions and such.
He must really be into music. It seemed as if he was quite famous too, well he posted some clips of songs he's produced with someone singing and I guess some people became fans.
Min Yoongi's music style seemed to be very versatile, he could make a ballad to a full on hip-hop song. Though they were just less than one minute clips of the songs, you very much enjoyed listening to them and the sweet voices.
Max had suggested for you to send him a direct message, but butterflies swallowed you up. He was older, that's for sure, and you had never really been with someone whom is older. And no, Yoongi is not like 7 years older, he's a '93 liner so he was only two years older.
You had asked Max for more details, but she insisted that you messaged him and got to know him a little more. Finally, you managed up the courage and sent him a simple message;
hoeforhotfries: hello! :D
It was sent.
You let out a sigh of relief..
HOLY CRAP IT WAS SENT!
What if he finds you weird? What if he thinks you're annoying? What if he's taken and you end up looking desperate? You began pacing around the living room as you bit your nails out of habit, which you do when nervous.
It felt as if hours passed by, when in reality not even 3 minuted passed. And there you heard it, the ding.
You raced towards your phone which you had left sitting on the couch, quickly unlocking it, and opening the message.
agust_d: hey.
Oh my god! He said 'hey', now what the hell were you going to reply with? You were right. This was a bad idea and now you're cursing Max to disappear into oblivion for encouraging you to send him a text in the first place.
Ever witnessed a gay panic?
cOnGRaTuLAtiOnS, you just did.
Who would've thought messaging a guy would be this hard? Nah, just kidding it's probably one of the simplest of things that you could do..? yeah you couldn't even kid yourself, you were basically screwed at this point.
Max walked into the living room of your shared apartment, wearing an apron and holding her spatula. Once her eyes laid upon the sight of her best friend literally wheezing, she decided enough was enough.
Max walked over to you and removed her oven mitt, then reached her hand out. You didn't know what she wanted so you say there with a blank expression as you looked up at her.
Max rolled her eyes, "(Y/n) you have got to be kidding me right now, give me the phone and let me handle this." She snatched the phone from your hand and began typing away.
She took a seat beside you on the couch, curious (as well as scared, 'cause that woman is unpredictable) as to what she was typing, you peeked over her surprisingly broad shoulder.
hoeforhotfries: I'm no organ donor but I'd be happy to give you my heart. ;))
Your eyes widened at the cheesy pick-up line Max used, and she began laughing her iconic evil laugh as you began to speak, what you like to call,
keyboard smash.
"MAX! I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME TO DATE HIM NOT EMBARRASS MYSELF IN FRONT OF HIM!" You began smacking her with one of the pillows and all she did was laugh.
"Relax!" She still had her idiotic smile, "When Sewoon first introduced me to him, he was pretty laid back, and quite the jokester so he won't judge." Max slapped Max's knee as she smirked.
The phone buzzed on the coffee table, indicating he responded. You're heart rate increased, sweat beads began running down your forehead onto your cheek. An evil smirk was plastered on Max's face only giving you more and more goosebumps.
The phone was now in your hands, after typing in your passcode, the reply is revealed;
agust_d: I wouldn't change anything about you, except your last name.
In all honestly, you felt your heart actually flutter once the message was read. Man, this guy's good.
hoeforhotfries: so, min yoongi, my name's (Y/n) :)
agust_d: i'd introduce myself but it's seems like you already know who i am. before i forget, it's nice to meet you. Before you say anything, let me guess, you'e a friend of Max?
hoeforhotfries: HOLY FUDGE HOW DID YOU KNOW ARE YOU A MAGICIAN OR SOMETHING SJSBWKEBSLWN IM SHOOK
agust_d: you'd be surprised at the things that I can do ;)) jk she texted me the same thing when she first got my social medias, soooo yeah
hoeforhotfries: goddamit so, i can't play the cool guy card now, huh?
agust_d: nOT aT aLL bUt there's no need to, so let me guess, max tried setting us up?
hoeforhotfries: bingo.
agust_d: tell her texting is unnecessary and that she's terrible at her job meet me at Myeong-Dong at 8 wear something warm btw ;)
(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at the small texting conversation with Yoongi, maybe things will end up a little better with him than they would've with Jimin.
You stared at your phone for a while, contemplating whether or not if you should try texting Jimin as well. I mean, after all he did give you his number so that means you have to, right?
You thought about it for a while, you came to a conclusion that if things didn't go so well with Yoongi, you'll text Jimin. It wouldn't hurt trying?
Sure, he has a reputation of being a playboy, but he could have a heart?
"What are you doing?" Max spoke up as she rested her chin on your shoulder, "Go get ready for your date, you don't wanna be late do you?" She pushed you off the couch, making you dramatically fall onto the floor. "Also, tell agust d that he can go screw off. I'm considered the human version of cupid around campus." She cockily sneered.
You chuckled at her sneaky diss, shaking your head as you walked towards your room to at least dress somewhat presentable for your date.
You locked your door and set your phone on your dresser. You had already begun undressing, when suddenly your phone buzzed twice.
unknown: hey blue :)
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oof wow, i'm actually pretty proud of this story. Thank you to those who have supported this story and have voted, commented, etc.
question of the day; what do you guys prefer, texting or calling? I personally prefer calling a little more than texting, makes the conversation a little more meaningful. :)
