phone calls。『minjoon』

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sorry for the late update, i was stuck. :')

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what do you want to be when you're forty?

THE PALE MOONLIGHT filtered shyly though the sheen blue curtains, too bright for namjoon's eyes. maybe he wasn't meant to sleep, maybe it was safer to stay awake. that's what he thought as he tossed and turned.

his shirt pushed up to his belly button and blanket covering half of his body. with a exasperated sigh, he flipped over on his stomach with trouble as he reaches out for his phone.

he flipped back onto his back, opening the texting app.

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joon:
Good morning.

Sorry for waking you again. :')

jimmy:
your fault if i develope dark circles.

but its ok. don't worry.

now i thought of a great conversation starter.

what do you want to be when you're forty.

joon:
Filthy rich and

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successful.

jimmy:
jfjfjf bOrING

come on give me some flesh

some perSoNality.

joon:
uhhhh

I don't know.

jimmy:

okay i'll tell you what i want to be.

i wanna be a grandpa, a cool grandpa.

with crazy hair.

and a lot of grandchildren that i can
smother with love and support.

joon:
Don't you want to be a
father instead?

jimmy:
ew no.

hell no.

children take up more work.

joon:
good point.

but how?

jimmy:
that's mot important.

joon:
yeah right.

jimmy:
so

what do you want to be in fourty years.

joon:
content.

and still.

filthy rich.

jimmy:
jdjdjdn

mood.

if you do end up rich.

please

lend some money.

uwu.

joon:
I hate you for that face.

I will not lend you money
because of that.

Goodbye.

jimmy:
nooooo

come back

i need the money.

joon:
is that all i am to you?

jimmy:
no. :>

you're my friend too

joon:
Unconvinced.

jimmy:
:'''>