GOT7 Oneshots

JB

Ghoul

Warning(s): none.

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Y/n finishes brushing her wet hair from the shower she just took, pulling out a blow dryer right after. The night was very calming and the only thing on her mind was the four days off she managed to snag. All she wanted to do at the moment, though, was chat with her friend through the internet.

"I wonder how he's been doing. I haven't spoken to him in days." she mumbles to herself, threading through her hair in hopes of not finding another annoying knot. Luckily, her fingers run smoothly through her hair.

Placing the blow dryer down and turning it off, she twirls around and walks over to the nightstand to pick up her phone. Upon turning it on, she's met with a blank screen, not even one notification appearing.

"Should I text him. . . or. .? Would he think I'm being clingy or something?" in the end, she decided to text him a simple 'hey'. After her hovering, trembling thumb sends the message, she throws the phone onto the bed and squeals.

Oh my god. Why did I do that?

Internally freaking out, Y/n didn't hear the small 'ding' coming from her phone. "What if he leaves me on read or worse, what if he blocks me for disturbing him late at night?" she paces around her room, fingers tapping her chin, her heart rapidly racing and her cheeks a light pink dust.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally decides to check her phone, seeing a new message- no, two new messages. They were sent almost ten minutes ago.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise before she unlocks the phone and eagerly opens the messages.

The first one was a simple reply to her greeting while the second one was them asking her how she's been doing with a smiley face.

With a deep breath and a small smile, she begins to type out her answer. After sending it she lays down on the bed and turns on the television to distract her bothered heart.

That doesn't last long when he replies within a minute and she quickly picks her phone back up. Calm down, Y/n. You're acting like a love-sick puppy. Ah, who am I kidding.

Reading the message, a look of worry surfaces Y/n's face, her eyebrows slightly furrow.

"I haven't been doing too well. My friends left so I don't really have anyone to hang out with. I spend most of my time in the room because there isn't anything to do. Sometimes it gets lonely here." That was their response. It was odd because her friend was always doing something new.

Y/n didn't necessarily know how to answer that but she tried. "Why not explore a new place?" Quickly that was rejected, claiming it would only make their loneliness worse because they weren't accompanied by someone else.

She proceeded to tap her chin in focus, trying to come up with some other ideas but it became futile when they changed the topic.

They had asked how work has been or if there was anything new in her life.

Of course, the reason as to why they knew so much about her was because they had been conversing for three years now.

On a boring, drizzling night, Y/n had nothing to do and was looking for some form of entertainment. She had browsed through countless social media platforms, played games, even read for a bit but that wasn't enough to satisfy her boredom.

Then, she had spent an hour cleaning the already almost dirt-free house, watched a movie but nothing. It didn't help that she had consumed a huge amount of coffee because she was supposed to do an all-nighter but she had completed all the work needed within the work hours.