Wifi | Min Yoongi x Reader

50. Girl's Talk

"This is literally so fucking good Yoongi"

You nodded your chin in rhythm with the beat, foot tapping and brows furrowed in the concentration of the lush bass filling out the song.

"Really?"

He was on the phone with you. It was 2AM. He'd gotten to the dorm at about midnight and in an explosion of inspiration he finished a song that he'd been working on for very long. He told you he'd been stuck on it for a while, unable to finish, and now, he finally did. So, he'd emailed you the file, and called you hurriedly, whispering that you gotta open your email and play the file.

And here you were.

"I'm speechless" you spoke "Like, not only is this good, this is something that's fucking catchy. Fucks sake Yoongi I already have the melody stuck in my head"

"Yeah, everyone knows if it's a Yoongi song"

"Cocky"

"Maybe"

You laughed and he muttered a small okay okay, now listen to the beginning again, is it good?

Saying your goodnights, you let him go to sleep at around 2:30AM. He had to wake up at 4...

You worried for him. It was way too much work. Way too many things he was doing during the day, way too many responsibilities. He couldn't even count the times he'd gotten a good sleep, or a good meal for that matter. It wasn't consoling that he'd sometimes disappear for a whole few days.

No calls. No texts. Nothing.

You'd worry.

But you also worried for your best friend Miso. Miso had...crawled into her apartment. She didn't call you either. However, she at least replied to your text. She agreed to see you after work, she called you over. Now, you weren't sure if this was because Miso wanted you at her home, or because Miso didn't want to leave her home. Either way, you'd fish out whatever was causing a pain in Miso's ocean of thoughts.

It was luck that in the following day, you got off work earlier. Less classes. Catching a totally different bus than you usually did, you sat in a slight excitement. You missed her. You'd be happy to see her.

But perhaps the happiness was erased from your face when she opened the door for you. Her hair was messy and she was still in pajamas, her expression low.

"You said you were fine"

You'd taken your shoes off and watched her drag her feet into her living room, sliding down onto the couch.

"I am"

The countless take out and pizza boxes spoke differently. Not to mention the trash that had built up...literally. Her trash can was quite literally overflowing.

"Lying to me gets you nowhere"

"I totally fucked it up" she came clean, staring up at the ceiling. You approached the couch, sitting next to her. The silence forced her to look up at you, and she could probably see the care in your eyes, which caused her to hug you. You held onto her tight.

"I didn't know how to handle a guy like Namjoon so...I fucked it up...ta fucking da I told you I'm not good for him.."

She cried softly, and you didn't say anything. You provided the helping hand she needed, in a manner hoping it would calm her down. In favor of her tears, you told her to let it all out.

"I've been thinking too much"

She buried her head into your shoulder, so you couldn't see her, but you felt the weight of her words, and you hoped you could carry it for her.