Love Yourself: Suga | The Last

Nine

I brush my teeth and change into the borrowed pair of pajamas from Jimin again before laying down in bed. I can hear Taehyung and Jungkook's voices accompanying the sound of video games from the room on my left, but it's just muffled enough to not bother me. I can't quite hear what they're saying, but they sound like they're in the middle of a warzone.

The room is dark and I turn to gaze out of the open doors that lead to the balcony. I shouldn't sleep with them wide open, but there was something comforting with being able to see the open sky. It made me feel less caged in.

I hold my phone up and stare at the empty screen. It's half past 11:00 PM now and I have to get to work by 8:00 AM tomorrow morning. I know I should sleep, but having woken up late in the day, I just can't settle into the bed enough to fall asleep. So instead I just lay there and think.

Suga arguing with the other guys floats through my mind and I think about what they must have been talking about back in the mall. They seemed very upset at the time and V had mentioned they were talking about Suga disappearing without notice, but was that all they were talking about? Would they really have been that worked up about something like him just leaving suddenly?

I don't know why, but I can't stop myself from wanting to reach out to Suga. I click my phone on and select our text message thread, remembering all of the times we would text each other at late hours like tonight. I stare at Suga's familiar name "YoonMin" in my phone and quickly type a message before I can regret sending him one.

Me: Are you still up?

I don't even have to wait a minute before a reply lights up my screen.

YoonMin: Of course, when do I sleep?

I can't help but laugh at his message, remembering all the late night conversations that we've had since neither of us have very good sleeping habits. I bite my lip, staring at the bright screen in front of me. Slowly I text back.

Me: I can't sleep, was wondering if you wanted to talk a bit?

I wait anxiously. My heartbeat was starting to get a little louder in my ears and I want to snap myself out of it. This was the same guy I had been messaging for three years, why was I suddenly getting so nervous?

YoonMin: Sure (: I could always use a good talk. In person or were you thinking just texting?

Me: Uh...in person, I guess. I don't know. If that's fine with you?

I want to throw my phone across the room and hide away. Did I seriously just send him that? Why couldn't I just answer normally?

YoonMin: Haha, Hana. We can talk in person, I'm in my studio though. I can come down if you want me to meet you in your room?

"Oh shit," I mutter, my eyes bugging out of my head as I read his message. My stomach does weird flips and I feel like a some kind of middle school child again.

Me: No no, it's okay. I'm interested in seeing your studio anyways. I'll go there.

YoonMin: Cool. I'll meet you at the elevator so you don't get lost.

Me: okay.

I throw myself out of bed and clutch my phone to my chest as I walk out of the room. I can feel my heartbeat against my hand and I work on breathing slowly. I can't believe I'm getting all worked up about just talking to Suga. We talked for three years straight and I never got all jittery like this.

I shut the door behind me and turn to walk down the hallway, but instead, slam face first into a large body.

"Holy shit!" I yelp, jumping backward and almost slipping onto my butt, but a hand grabs me around my arm and holds me steady. "What the hell!?"