Yoongi scrolled through Instagram with a lollipop in his mouth. He shook his head at some crazy fangirl posts, muttering some rude words. He heard tapping on the window.
"Tae, are you tapping on the door?" he yelled, realising the other boys were asleep.
He sighed in an exasperated way and threw his phone down on the bed, getting up and opening the curtains. Nothing there.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Fuck..." he muttered, opening the window and leaning out. He looked around, hearing owls hooting loudly. He looked down.
And he was gone.
•••
Namjoon woke up early the next morning, grinning at Seokjin beside him. He jumped out of bed and headed into Yoongi's room.
"Yoongi, get u—" he stopped. Venturing further into the sea of clothes and mess, he spotted the open window.
"Hm," he went to close it, the soft breeze on his face. All he could see was a lollipop on the window sill.
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Fanfiction"Get your hands off me." "No." "Please." "Shut up." "Keep hold of me..." "I can't." "Goodbye." "TRACK HIM DOWN!"
