"Don't call me baby," Yoongi repeated from before, but he saved the guy's details and then looked at the chat, realising that he couldn't answer to anything any more, because his head was spinning and his heart was beating too fast. Damn, he was so useless. "Whatever. I'll call you."
There, good enough. "Anyway, er, I gotta end the stream early tonight. Sorry about that, but I've got-- Chores?"
Why did that come out as a question. Right, because why would he have chores at 1 am? He bowed and then waved his hands, said goodbye and very quickly ended the stream, only to end up with his hands covering his face right after. He let out a frustrated groan and then just breathed for a few. When he looked up, he noticed he had a missed call from that guy. KingSolitude?
Ugh. Yoongi got up and headed for the bathroom, returning after he had showered and changed to get ready for bed, not that he thought he could sleep now. He sat back down by his computer, towel still around his shoulders from drying his hair off, wearing an oversized Kumamon shirt and feeling like an idiot. And he had five more missed calls? What the fuck? What was this guy's damage, it wasn't as if he was obligated to call him right away.
The audacity angered him so much that he did call right away. How dare that asshole? It wasn't until he saw the guy's icon while it rang that he realised that now he'd have to talk to him again.
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There, good enough. "Anyway, er, I gotta end the stream early tonight. Sorry about that, but I've got-- Chores?"
Why did that come out as a question. Right, because why would he have chores at 1 am? He bowed and then waved his hands, said goodbye and very quickly ended the stream, only to end up with his hands covering his face right after. He let out a frustrated groan and then just breathed for a few. When he looked up, he noticed he had a missed call from that guy. KingSolitude?
Ugh. Yoongi got up and headed for the bathroom, returning after he had showered and changed to get ready for bed, not that he thought he could sleep now. He sat back down by his computer, towel still around his shoulders from drying his hair off, wearing an oversized Kumamon shirt and feeling like an idiot. And he had five more missed calls? What the fuck? What was this guy's damage, it wasn't as if he was obligated to call him right away.
The audacity angered him so much that he did call right away. How dare that asshole? It wasn't until he saw the guy's icon while it rang that he realised that now he'd have to talk to him again.