| YOONGI

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sorry ! i've gotta do something, i'll reply in 10

2:38pm

those 10 minutes turned into an hour. that hour turned into a day. that day turned into a week and that week turned into a month.

min yoongi sat upon his bed, staring at the last few messages.

what could he have possibly done this time which drove that person away?

well, that is exactly what he asked himself.

"fuck!" his voice shook with anger as he threw his phone right across the bedroom, watching as it practically did a somersault between bashing into the dresser.

a sigh surpassed his chapped lips before allowing himself to plop backwards onto the bed.

why did every friendship he'd make, end up not working out?

maybe it was his humour, perhaps the way he came across or maybe his facial features made people back out.

whatever it was had prevented him from keeping even one friend.

yoongi tried to not seem so online as he felt as though he was, the small messages that he would hope the person would at least try to make more conversation, however that never happened, they'd always leave before yoongi even got a chance to express his personality once he had gotten comfortable around that particular person.

desperate was the word, he desperately wanted to reach out to try and spark up a conversational topic yet it never worked out, his efforts failed and confidence shattered even more.

no one quite understood this issue yoongi had, especially his difficulty to even reply to a message straight away due to his nerves that never seemed to give him a break.

he has always wished for a friendship where they'd skype everyday and be close and perhaps even meet up one day.

but it had never happened. it was all just wishful thinking, too big of a dream and yoongi knew it he just didn't want to give up even if it hurt him more and more each time.

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"who're you speaking to there jimin?"

yoongi was currently sat down eating lunch with a few of his friends from the music college that he was currently attending.

thankfully he had made a few friends. they met in a rather strange way, the pair, yoongi and his childhood friend, jimin almost knocked their upperclassman, seokjin over who was unluckily holding a box filled with cd's whilst they were in the middle of hurrying to their classes.

luckily, seokjin has a natural instinct to save the poor box and quickly caught it then proceeded to scold the two for not being more careful and in the process gradually became friends with the others.

"oh! I met another person on tumblr! his name is jungkook, he's super cool. he's an incredible artist and he's attending an art college soon!" jimin replied to seokjin's question, a huge smile stretched across his face as he leaned on one hand.

"oh," yoongi forced a grin patting his friend on the back, he clicked his tongue and slapped jimin on the back to show his happiness towards the younger.

joining in with this type of conversation was always a pain, yoongi wanted to be able to enthuse about an internet friend with his own. but no one ever stayed.

jimin had a way with people and managed to get a conversation going easily, therefore resulting in a whole group of friends in the onlilne world.

the black-haired boy on the other hand could barely get one person to stay friends with him.

"so," seokjin starts, interlocking his fingers and leaning on them, "does our jimin have a crush on this jungkook he speaks of, hmm?" seokjin smirks, his eyes glistening, watching intently as the pink-haired boy's face grew a deep red.

"wh-what no! we haven't even spoke properly, i-i just like talking to him!"

yoongi chuckled behind his hand and slung an arm around the shorter's shoulders, "ignore him darling, jin hyung is a tease. how is taehyung?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

now it was seokjin's turn to go red, "we aren't together yoongi! we just talk sometimes."

"sure you do." it was now jimin's turn to laugh at the elder.

yoongi just smiled, he was happy his friends were enthusing over online relationships yet the jealousy still remained at the back of his mind.

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throwing his bag on his bed, a few pens spilling out with the sudden sharp movement, the boy huffed and planted himself atop of the blue bedsheets a sigh escaping his chapped lips.

reluctantly, his fingers ghosted over the edge of his phone, he wanted to check but the conversations that had been abandoned steered him away from unlocking it.

staring upwards at the ceiling, he tried to focus on another topic- the shapes on the ceiling. but his head snapped when his phone sprung to life with sudden messages from seokjin and jimin arguing on a group chat.

yoongi didn't feel like joining in, he simply just let the quiet pings lull him into a light sleep, only to be awoken and disappointed later on.

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a/n okay so this ff could turn out okay or just completely dip but only time will tell i guess

this fanfic is based on a section where my ability to communicate was nearly impossible, i had wrote it, kind of like a rant but about myself lmao back in the summer of last year and it's still kinda relevant so i was kinda nervous to publish this

i dug it out of my notes on my phone the other day and decided why not make a ff out of it?

apologies for the shortness of this chapter but i'll just see whether i feel like i should continue it or not

if u read all of this a/n then ily & i hope you enjoyed

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