Incoming call: Airplane Guy. Accept?

Yes | No

"Hello?"

"Y-Yoonji?" He sobs.

"Are you crying?"

"C-can I talk to you for a m-moment?"

"Yeah ofcourse."

"I-I don't know what to do. I feel so much pressure."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone expects so much from me. I'm trying to be as good as they want, but I can't." He started to cry harder.

"Hey, calm down. It's gonna be okay. Maybe you need to tell your parents how you feel?"

"I don't live with my parents anymore." He whispered.

"Oh. Tell the one who you live with?"

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed.

"You don't have to be ashamed. Just-"

"Hyung? What are you doing?" I heard someone ask in the background.

"Yah! I said knock before you enter my room. And go away, I'm calling with someone." Airplane Guy said.

"Are you crying? What's wrong?" The guy asked worried.

"It's no-"

"Tell him." I said before he could finish his sentense.

"O-okay." He sighed.

"Can you tell the others to come? I need to tell you guys something." Airplane Guy said softly.

"Okay. I'll be right back." The guy said.

"Thank you, Yoonji."

"No problem. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

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