Coming close to an end-
Today is the day. Coach and I checked into the hotel (which I still don't know why we need to be in one but whatever). Tomorrow at eight o'clock, all the dancers meet at the convention center for the first competition; free style.
I was currently laying on my bed, in my room (which was a joint room to Song's), on my phone. I was texting Yoongi.
😎Swaggy😎: wtf u mean u want me to watch. I have a life yknow
☀️Hobi☀️: PLEASE YOONGI!! I WANT U TO COME WATCH MEEEEEEEEEEE
😎Swaggy😎: y u want me to watch? 😏
☀️Hobi☀️: so u know to never try and challenge me to a dance battle. YOONGI JUST COME PLEASEEEEE ILL DO WHATEVER U WANT!
😎Swaggy😎: anything?
☀️Hobi☀️: YES ANYTHINGGGGGGGGGG
He took forever. I see the little chat bubble moving for what seems like forever, and then it disappears and then reappears again. I grew nervous.
Finally, he replied.
😎Swaggy😎: If i go anywhere with u, u have to call me master :)
I fell off my bed and onto the floor. I Army (<— ;D) over to where my phone landed and read the text message over many times so I could actually process it.
☀️Hobi☀️: no wtf that sounds kinky
😎Swaggy😎: shhhh u don't know me. either yas or no
I gave in. I mean, I wouldn't mind calling him that. Anything for Yoongi.
☀️Hobi☀️: fluff u man. fine
😎Swaggy😎: ❤️
AND THIS IS MY CUE TO DIE
A/N:
Soak up the fluff and kinkiness. Sorry it's short but I'm tired.Edited: No
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DANCER'S DISEASE | yoonseok
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