yoongi's father's answer was of course a no.
so namjoon had to be alone for the weekend.
he was always alone.
all he did was sleep the whole weekend, always shoving himself in the corner.
he didn't even want to study.
he just wanted to hang out with yoongi.
but he couldn't.
his phone started to ring in the middle of the night, making him slightly groan in annoyance.
it would only ring if it's important.
or if yoongi's calling.
he lifted his arm up from the covers and reached for his phone on the nightstand.
he didn't even look at the name and just slid on the screen to answer.
"yah, hello?" he cleared his throat.
all he heard was heavy breathing.
namjoon knitted his brows, looking down at the phone.
it's yoongi...he called.
"yoongi-hyung? are you alright?"
"n-no."
namjoon quickly pushed himself up from the bed.
"where are you?"
"y-your front door..i-i forgot that y-you were asleep..."
"stay there, okay? i'll get up."
"i-i'm sorry f-for calling so l-late."
"don't apologize. i'm glad you called, really."
"a-are you sure?"
"i'm sure. i'll let you in."
"o-okay."
