Hobi POV
I didn't sleep that well that night. At all actually. I had a lot on my mind. I had Yoongi and RG on my mind, and that was enough to keep me up. And besides, I never can sleep when I know that someone is mad at me. And Yoongi is definitely mad at me. I knew he liked RG, but I asked her out anyway. I don't quite regret it, however. When I spoke to RG over the phone, it had only convinced me of that more. She had said to convince her to care. Maybe I would have to do that.
I do like RG. Listening to her over the phone, even if I was listening to her tell me that she didn't want to date me, listening to her was great. She speaks so easily. It was obvious that she didn't care if she hurt my feelings, not that she did, but it was that she was blunt and didn't sugarcoat anything.
I get up and hear the water running. Yoongi must be in the shower. I probably should shower too. I check my phone for any texts but find nothing. I hear the water stop, and I knock on the door. Yoongi opens the door and pushes past me, his towel wrapped around his waist. I call after him:
Me: good morning!
I don't get a response. I think this'll be a long day.
