nose stuffy and throat scratchy. mind and body drowsy and groggy. yoongi was more than annoyed. he hated getting sick. he hated having headaches that seemed like they would never go away. he hated the feeling of fatigue. to be fair though, the boy always did tend to over exaggerate when it came to these situations and that never helped. he had a habit of dramatizing little things. 

too lazy to do anything that involves him getting up, he wraps himself up in the comfort and warmth of his bed sheets, letting out groans every here and there. he’s stuck on his samsung galaxy because it’s the only thing he could reach on his nightstand table without falling off of his bed. 

after checking through social networks and mindlessly liking pictures and statuses, yoongi decided he wants a visitor to comfort him and he knows exactly who to choose.

jieun, or as she preferred to be called, angel. the seventeen year old girl was hands down on top five list of people yoongi was closest to. she was always there when he needed to be cheered up and vice versa. 

cuddling while watching something on tv, talking openly, going out together were all things that were normal for the two. for some outsiders of their platonic relationship, it seemed they were more than just friends. despite the common accusations and comments, considering their age gap and how awful they’d be in a relationship due to angel’s lack of experience and yoongi’s skills as a boyfriend, it most likely would never happen.

with a click to view his contacts and a tap to text her, the boy was already desperately typing away. 

[ msg ➥ 1004 ] i have a cold and i think i’m laying on my deathbed.