Thurs, 5:50 P.M.

Hoseok

Me:
Hey!! Are you coming?

Call Hoseok?
Yes / No

The number you are trying to reach is not answering.

Me:
I just came to know there
is one more bus at 9.

You can come then, I can
visit this place here.

Thurs, 8:30

Me:
Are you coming?

Call Hoseok?
Yes / No

The number you are trying to reach is not answering.

Me:
If you want more time,
it's okay. I can take
taxi....

Thurs, 10:45 P.M.

Me:
Heyy?? Should I leave?
It's getting cold....

Thurs, 11:30 P.M

Me:
Are you okay???

Call Hoseok?
Yes / No

The number you are trying to reach is not answering.

Call Yoongi?
Yes / No

[Hello?]

[Hello, I am sorry
to disturb you-]

[You already did! I was
sleeping peacefully until
now.]

[Sorry. Actually I was
asking... Is Hoseok okay?]

[Huh? What would happen
to him? He is completely
alright and why don't you
ask this to him instead of
bothering me?]

[Sorry and Thanks. Bye]

[Yes, are you home btw?]

[Y-Yeah. Bye]

YOONGI'S POV

Fri, 1:00 A.M.

Taejoon

Taejoon:
Heyo buddy am I
disturbing you?

Me:
I wasn't sleeping
anyway.

Taejoon:

Actually, I was just asking
that is YN staying there
today cause neither of
them are picking up the phone.

And her brother is asking
me if he should lock
the door or wait for her longer...

Me:
She isn't back?

Taejoon:
No?

Me:
He was back at the studio
by 4!

Why is she not back till
now and she said that she
was home?!

Taejoon:
...WHAT???

What are you talking
about?

Me:
Wait let me call Hoseok.

Call Hoseok?
Yes / No

The number you are trying to reach is not answering.

Call Jimin?
Yes / No

[Yes Hyung?]

[Where are you?]

[At the studio.]

[Oh. Where is Hoseok?]

[Hobi Hyung is also here.
Hehe he overworked himself
and is now dead asleep.

Should I wake him up, sleeping
on the couch can give him
cramps.]

[Fuck him!]

[I am straight Hyung!]

[Fuck you too!]

[Wh-]

Call ended.

Taejoon

Me:
He is at the studio only.

Taejoon:
Oh... I too got to know
where she is.

Just recieved a call...

Heyyy... Please help me!!!

Me:
No

Taejoon:

Me:
Thats just me.

Taejoon:

Me:
What is it that you
want?

Taejoon:
Don't freak out. She is at the
police station....

Me:
WHAT???

Taejoon:
I would have gone
there but I have my important
court hearing tomorrow.

So, I'll just mail you
the papers and you just
have to be her lawyer.

Me:
What again?

Taejoon:
Impersonate me!

It won't be tough, you'll be
having necessary docs.

Me:
But I don't have one thing.

Taejoon:
...what?

Me:
YOUR DAMNED FACE!!

Taejoon:
So, you like me so much
that you want my face too, huh?

Me:
Bye

Taejoon:
Okayyyy sorry bro sorry.

Listen, it was not her
fault. It was your friend's
fault! He said he will be
seeing her off cause he wanted
to. And this stupid emotional
fool waited for him "in the cold"
"In an alien city" till midnight.

And then some drunk bastard
tried to harm her but she is
a taekwondo major and I think
she may have cause some
serious injury to him.

So, pleasee, it's your friend's
fault. And don't tell him
this time please. Let them deal
with their problems.

Me:
But he has to know!

Taejoon:
Please. Genuinely. She made
me promise that I won't
tell Hoseok.

Me:
You told me! I will tell him

Taejoon:
Please

Me:
Okay!!!

Whatever!!!

So, which ps?

Taejoon:
*Shares location*
Send me your mail

Me:
[email protected]

Taejoon:
Thank you so much.

Me:
Remind me again why I
am doing this.

Taejoon:
Cause you love me.

Me:

Taejoon:
You didn't deny ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Me:
Fuck off.

I drove to the police station. Fear and anxiety controlling my clumsy actions.

How can Hoseok be this negligent?

But, this was not the time for futile reasoning. Honestly, I was not ready intercepting her all petrified. When I finally got off the vehicle, disguised, I could feel my heart violently beating against my chest.

I inhaled sharply before entering and the scene wasn't as I was expecting. She was sitting calmly on one of the chairs sipping on hot coffee, chatting with the officer over some fun topic. Looked like they enjoyed each other's company.

I went ahead, "I am her lawyer," I said, faking a confidence. She looked up to meet my eyes and her eyes were amusingly widened.

"Do you got the papers?"

I nodded and handed him the same. He didn't pay much heed and just let her go.

Taejoon was right! It was easy! How? I don't know.

"Please send me the meme you were showing before your phone died, miss," he said once as she stood up.

"Obviously, it's not everyday we meet a Old English fan," she passed a warm smile. And I was taken aback by the weird encounter.

Once we were out of the station, she heaved a heavy sigh. She bowed once, "Thank you so much."

"How does it help?" I rolled my eyes.

Her lips pressed in a firm line till they parted to apologise. Now that I look at her, she looks familiar. Very familiar but it didn't click where I saw here before.

My phone rang. Taejoon.

[Hello? Was it
successful? Is she out?
Speak goddamit. Why aren't
you uttering something??
Heyy? Are you even there?]

[I'll speak when you'll let me.

And yeah she's out.]

I said placing the call on speaker.

[Is she fine? Is she hurt
anywhere?]

[YN: Looks like someone is
really concerned.]

She smiled with curving her words as dorky as they could be.

[Who gave this fucker the
phone? Give the phone
back to my buddy]

Did he just say 'my' buddy?

[Me: What do you mean 'your'
buddy? I am not your buddy]

[Oh buddy. You are you just
don't know! And coming
to you miss over sensitive,
come back now. And come
to my house. Poor child must have
slept by now.]

[YN: Ok, get me a chocolate pastry
though.]

[Eat ya poop!]

[Me: Eww Gross!]

[Why is my phone on
the speaker?]

[Me: my phone my wish]

[Thanks buddy anyway]

[Me: Whatever]

[*Giggles*]

[Me: why are you laughing?]

[It's so cute you denying
your flustering by saying whatever.

Like when I s-]

Call ended

I coughed awkwardly and ended the call. She glanced at me in bewilderment.

"What?"

She shook her head but her glance was still the same.

"Just speak it!"

She lifted up her palms as if asking for something, "can I get an autograph, please?"

A little giggle left my lips. Taken aback at her choice of action.

"Can I? Please?" She glanced desperately.

"Okay, let me drop you off first."

"The bus stop is not far, I can get a tax-"

"I am dropping you to Gwangju."

"What? No no no. You don't need to, that's completely unacceptable."

"I didn't ask. Now come before I change my mind and confess that I am not your lawyer."

She followed me, mumbling lowly, "but that way you'd be caught too."

Finally I can meet him.