Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

29- Phone call

Jimin's POV
-hours earlier-

A knock came at the door, and excitedly I went to open it hoping it to be Yoongi. As my hand reached for the cold, metal knob, my excitement was at its peek.

"Hello," Hobi greeted as soon as I swung the door open. Although Hobi is my friend and I don't hate him for he has done nothing but make me laugh and he is Yoongi's best friend, a part of me was disappointed that it was him at the door instead of who I hoped for. "Can I come in?"

I blinked my eyes as I was brought back to reality and stepped aside, embarrassed that I had just been standing there like some weirdo.

I watched Hobi as he stood patiently and seemed to be thinking. What was Hobi-hyung doing here? I peeked over at the clock seeing that it read 5:45pm. Isn't he off soon?

"I know you're wondering why I'm here," he spoke, reading my mind. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a box. It was black and silver and had a tiny bump on one corner.

"Is that an expensive brick?" I asked, pointing at the object held in his hand.

"What? No, it's for you."

"You're giving me an expensive brick? Wow! Thank you Hobi-hyu-"

"It's not an expensive brick, okay, it's a flip-phone."

I gave a confused expression at the older, tilting my head and turning the 'flip-phone' to look at it at every angle.

Then it hit me.

"Oh! Is it those boxes that the doctors and nurses all use?"

"Boxes? Wha- Boxes! Yes, you mean pagers. We use it to send and receive messages within the hospital. But this flip-phone is a little bit better. You can make calls and text. But you can't use it too much because it only allows a limited amount of communication, okay?"

I grabbed the flip-phone with both hands and opened it up, a quiet click coming from it as a result.

"Oh my goodness, I broke it."

Hobi came by my side and took the phone out of my hands. "Jimin, I can assure you, you did not break it. It's supposed to click like that so it stays open and isn't all flimsy."

I mouthed an 'o' with my mouth as I watched him press buttons.

"Okay, so I have only one contact saved on here which is-"

"Yoongi-hyung! Yay!" I shouted as I saw the familiar combination of letters displayed on the screen.

He smiled at my sudden expression of joy. "Yes, so to call him you click the center button and then the green phone button. I don't want to get into explaining how to text so just call him for now, okay?"

"Call? Now?" My ears perked up at the excitement.

"No no no no no, I said- Okay, never mind just- call him when you feel lonely or scared. Or maybe he'll call you first. And if he does happen to call you first, press the green button to answer." I nodded my head at the simple instructions I hoped I won't forget because I don't want to miss talking to Yoongi.

"Okay, well, that's all I needed to tell you," he said as he stepped back to begin walking towards the door.

I wrapped my arms around his torso really tight. "Thank you."

He brought his hand to my arm and rubbed it. "Of course, anything for the two of you."

-currently-

"Aghh, Yoongi-hyung why won't you call??" I said to no one, not even to Yoongi whom I was pretending to complain to. I stared at the screen and noticed the square in the top corner that used to be fully green became halfway yellow. "I'm hungry."