"isabella, i'm freaking the fuck out." i hissed out softly into the receiver of the phone.
"okay but why? you haven't explained anything.." isabella murmured distractedly.
"okay so, i was working and-"
"uh huh..." isabella cut me off distractedly, "unnie.. i.. i'm gonna have to call you back. i think yugyeom of got7 just walked in and the owner is motioning me over... i gotta... fuck he's hot. bye unnie!"
i blinked in disbelief and lowered the phone from my ear as isabella hung up, with a soft sigh, i opened my contacts back up and stared at that number for a while as i munched silently on my lunch.
that stupid phone number.
min yoongi
fuck.
with a shake of my head, i opened my messages up and opened the group chat i had with my three bangtan boys.
kiyoung: i am throwing myself into the river and never resurfacing
kiyoung: goodbye cruel world
taehyung: you okay noona...?
taehyung: ur gettin a lil dark
seokjin: kiyoungie do i need to kick some ass?
hoseok: yeah do we need to beat someone up
kiyoung: yes
kiyoung: but you won't do it
seokjin: are u indirectly calling us scaredy cats
seokjin: hmmmmmmm
seokjin: hMmMmMMmm
kiyoung: beat yoongi's ass
hoseok: it's a no from me
taehyung: uh, yeah no
seokjin: y'all are weak
seokjin: ur bloodlines are weak
seokjin: i am supreme
seokjin: i will kick his ass
seokjin: tell me why, kiyoungie
kiyoung: hhhhhhhhh
kiyoung: yoongi posted something to twitter
kiyoung: about me, indirectly
kiyoung: and he
taehyung: he?????
hoseok: he?????????????????????
taehyung: noona you're killing me with suspense
kiyoung: he
kiyoung: gave me his phone number,,
kiyoung: my heart is going to beat out of my chest
there was a long stretch of time where none of the boys replied, but the notifications that they were typing kept coming and coming, until soon their messages were spilling in all at once.
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mixtape | yoongi
Fanfictionsometimes i think my shorts are too short, but yoongi said he liked them while my friend slipped my mixtape into his lap || lowercase intentional ||