《hotline | k.nj ✔》XXI
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(Y/n) bopped her head to the beat of the song that was pouring out of her earphones. She continued rummaging in her locker, trying to clean it before school forced them to go. Last period just ended.
She finished putting her books in order and pulled out her earphones, wrapping them up and placing them in her pocket before closing the locker door. She jumped when she saw a figure leaning on the locker next to hers.
"Oh, Hoseok!" She smiled at him. "What's up? How come you're here? I thought your lockers a bit-"
Hoseok raised a hand to stop her from talking. She shut up and stared at him questioningly. He showed her his mobile screen. She read what was written.
She raised an eyebrow at that and looked at Hoseok, who was giving her a wide smile.
"Where will I find the bunny?" She asked, a smile creeping on her face.
"A little birdie told me he's in the music club," Hoseok said with a smirk. She smirked back.
"Thanks."
She quickly walked to the music club. She had been there only once so she had to ask around for directions but she reached there in five minutes. Jungkook was leaning against the wall next to the door, talking with Jimin. His eyes landed on her and he pushed himself off the wall. She neared him.
"So?"
He smiled knowingly, and pulled out his phone, showing her the screen again.
"Is this some game?" She asked with a smile. The two glaced at each other but didn't reply. "Okay, where's Taehyung-ah?"
"He's in the school park," Jungkook said immediately. She smiled at him.
"Thanks," she was about to leave, but Jimin stopped her. "Hm?"
"Thanks for helping Yoongi-hyung, noona," he said with his pure angel smile. She melted at that.
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"Of course, Jimin-ah," she replied. "Anytime. Gotta go, Joonie to catch."
She quickly left for the school grounds.
"She's going to catch a lot more than 'Joonie'."
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Taehyung was talking to Yoongi, who seemed quite bored honestly. (Y/n) cleared her throat behind Taehyung, who turned around, a wide grin on his face. He quickly showed her the phone screen.
"Seriously?" She groaned. "Two more? Okay. Thanks for your help, you two."
They smiled in welcome and she ran all the way to their homeroom class.
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"Jin!" She heaved out in relief, panting as she skidded near the door. He looked shocked at her entrance. "Found you. Okay, please tell me this is the last."
Jin nodded in reassurance. He flipped up his phone to show her the last message.
"Well, here goes nothing!"
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