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Yoongi wakes to the sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly in quick succession. He tries to ignore it at first, hoping that whoever it is intent on irking his soul so early in the morning will eventually come to their senses and leave him alone until a more sociable hour. But it doesn't stop. In fact, Yoongi thinks as he turns his head a little to the left to glare at his phone, he thinks it might actually be getting worse. What had initially started off as several quick vibrations, then a few seconds silence, then more vibrations, then silence and— so on and so forth— has morphed into one long, noisy vibration, and it's driving Yoongi mad.
Someone better be dying, Yoongi thinks as he rolls over in bed to snatch his phone up from its spot on his dresser. Well, Yoongi thinks, wincing a little as he quickly thumbs in his passcode. Not dying. But someone better be in serious - though, ideally not life threatening - trouble to justify blowing up his phone like this. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and exhales as he scrolls quickly through the rows and rows and rows and rows of notifications that have managed to pile up during the four precious hours of sleep he managed to snag. Hoseok. Hoseok. Hoseok. Namjoon. Jin. Jin. Jin. Hoseok. Hoseok. Hoseok. Jin. JIn. JIn. Hoseok. Jin. Hoseok. Jin. Hoseok. Jin. Hoseok. Jin. Hoseok. Jin. Hoseok. Yoongi rolls his eyes and hovers a thumb above the latest notification from Hoseok before he changes his mind and scrolls all the way back down to the one message Namjoon had left for him.
He opens the message; reads it once, twice, a third time, and— Yoongi blinks at his phone.
From: Kim Namjoon
Don't forget me now that you're famous. Haha!
Yoongi doesn't understand the joke (though he guesses it probably has something to do with the way his phone won't stop vibrating with new notifications every few seconds). But still, that's no reason as to why he can't play along.
To: Kim Namjoon
sorry? who is this again?
Namjoon's typing bubble pops up almost immediately, but Yoongi clicks out of their conversation and taps open his chatlog with Hoseok. It's a mess. Granted, it's a mess most of the time, given the nature of their friendship but this is new, even for them.
From: Jung Hoseok
oh MY GODDDDDDD
OGFHJOHJFH
JESJHVGHGH
OMH FOG
WAKE UP
YOONGIIIIIIIII
YOU NEED TO WAKE UP I
okay wait its only 7am so
BUT STILL
YOOOONGIIIIIIIII
Y
O
O
wait no
last time i did that you blocked me
BUT OH MY GOD
CAN YOU
WAKE UP
IM DYING
honestly yoongi what if something happened to me
like
i was lying in a ditch and you were the only person i could call
and you just
didn't pick up
Yoongi rolls his eyes again and quickly types out a reply.
To: Jung Hoseok
why are you so dramatic
what's wrong?
why are you guys blowing up my phone?
Once again, Hoseok's typing bubble pops up almost immediately, and, once again, Yoongi exits the chat. This time, he opens up his conversation with Jin. It's only marginally better than his one with Hoseok.
From: Kim Seokjin
okay promise me you won't freak out.
actually
don't bother.
i know you're going to freak out.
but if you could work on lessening the freak out level, that'd be great.
holy shit, yoongi.
IT KEEPS GOING UP.
i checked literally five minutes ago and it was only on 13k.
now it's on 18k???
18.5k
18.9k
GOD.
fhdghjdghfj some of these comments are...
okay, promise me you won't read the comments without me there
i need to see your reaction first hand haha
19.5k!!!
Yoongi doesn't know what's going on, but a strange sensation that feels a lot like dread begins to pool in the pit of his stomach.
To: Kim Seokjin
i have no idea what any of you are talking about
can someone just tell me what's going on
Yoongi's phone buzzes again; three times in quick succession. A message from Namjoon, a message from Hoseok, and a message from Jin. The same message actually.
From: Kim Namjoon
https://twitter.com/jjkook997/status/962903001919668225From: Jung Hoseok
https://twitter.com/jjkook997/status/962903001919668225From: Kim Seokjin
https://twitter.com/jjkook997/status/962903001919668225
Something inside Yoongi tells him not to click the link; tells him that he'll be better off not knowing; tells him that he's definitely going to regret it if he does. Yoongi clicks the link anyway and immediately learns that he was right; he would've been better off not knowing and he definitely does regret clicking it.
"TWITTER DO UR THING AND FIND ME THIS HOLY SPECIMEN OF FINENESS SOMEONE MUST KNOW HIM PLS IT COULD BE MY ONE CHANCE AT LOVE"
And, directly underneath the request for Twitter to "do its thing" alongside several dubious emojis, are two images. Two images of him.
"Right," Yoongi says aloud, phone dropping from his hands even as it vibrates urgently with a flurry of new messages from his friends. "Right."