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Jin
i was inside my room.
i can't find my phone.
not on the computer,
not on the table,
not on the bed,
not by the window,
not by the lamp,
i can't find it.
i went outside the room and asked my groupmates—family.
they all were at one part of the sofa, concentrated onto something. if i'm not wrong, i think it's a phone.
i think it's my phone.
"is that my phone?" i shouted.
"jin hyung, come here." jungkook said.
"why?" i asked.
"just go." he said.
as i came closer, yeet. it was my phone. they were messing with my phone.
i have nothing to worry about it, i mean i don't have any stuff—JISOO'S PICTURES IN MY GALLERY!
"what the hell are you all doing with my phone?" i said, snatching the phone away from yoongi.
"so what about your gallery.." jimin teased me by look.
"and your home screen.." taehyung said.
"why did you all do that?" i said. from now on, i would not let them know my password.
"well, curiosity takes you places," namjoon said.
i regret being married to namjoon. i mean, i regret letting them know my password.