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It's been a few days now.
Geumjae didn't have a chance to slide the phone under the door yet. Yoongi was working on his paper, writing down a bunch of paragraphs to show how much emotions he wants to leave out.
"Yah, Yoongi-Hyung. Come to the door." Geumjae whispered, slightly tapping on the door.
Yoongi looked up from his notebook, slightly knitting his brows. He moved everything to the side, climbing off of the bed and walked over to the door.
"Here," Geumjae slowly went to the ground and slid the phone in, sliding some gushers in too. "Keep it on vibrate or Appa will hear it." He continued to whisper.
"Thank you Geumjae." Yoongi softly whispered, fiddling with the phone. "...I'm glad you aren't in my situation."
"Are you doing alright?"
"I guess I am." He shrugged, powering on the phone. "Are you okay?"
"I feel like you're in jail." Geumjae frowned. "I don't like it."
"It's my fault."
"It's not. Appa just doesn't..u-understand you! He doesn't understand different type of love—"
"Geumjae, calm down." Yoongi interrupted, putting his hand on the door. "I'm fine. I'm not getting tortured or anything, alright? It's okay."
Geumjae frowned, fiddling with his fingers. "Hang in there. For us. Me and Namjoon. Will you?"
