"this is ya boy min, call me back if you like the sound of the tone."
jeongguk groans and fights the urge to chuck his phone to the wall again, but he knows he doesn't have time nor money for a new screen. instead, he dials jimin's number, praying for his phone's safety that at least the shorter boy will answer. and he does, after the second ring.
"hey jeo-"
"have you spoken to yoongi in the past three days? he won't answer my texts, my calls, i even walked to his house and all the lights were off. i'm freaking out jiji."
"i told you guys not to fucking call me that- whatever. yoongi texted me yesterday that he had to go out of town to see his dad, he didn't tell you?"
jeongguk stills, his worry dying town into a soft pain in his lower chest, why wouldn't yoongi tell him he was leaving? was he really that upset that he could just up and leave without a single thought? jeongguk lets out a deep sigh, his eyes dropping to his feet as they dangle over the floor.
"no, he didn't. did he tell you when he was coming back?"
"no, but then again i didn't ask. he texted me right while i was moisturizing my scrotum."
jeongguk scrunches his nose and closes his eyes, desperately trying to interrupt the oncoming image of jimin's balls in his head.
"i fuckin' hate you. thanks for the info though."
"i love you too jeonnie~"
"ew, bye."
jeongguk presses the red x on his screen and goes to his and yoongi's chat, the sting in his chest growing as he see's he's still on delivered.
"at least i'm not on read."
hi shawties, its me. paris hilton
that was so not funny, anyways
yeah i haven't had any ambitions to write for the longest, i don't know what happened. but maybe if i push myself to do it i'll get my mama jama back
also i felt bad for leaving you guys on such a off note with this, but whatever it's worth i didn't think that y'all would munch on this crap so hard BUT I GUESS ITS GOOD EATING LMAOOO
anyways thank u guys for loving my book, it's truly appreciated
drink some water, eat some fruit and take a nap <3
