24.  “Stop taking pictures! I’m ing stuck. Be useful and help me!”
25.  “Delete that immediately.”

“Hey! You’ve reached the Monster of Rap! I’m spitting some sick jams that Jimin wishes he had, so I can’t come to the phone right now! Leave a message after the…-“ 

“!” I yelled. “Why won’t Namjoon answer his ing phone??” 

I only had one option left and I wasn’t happy about it. I couldn’t call Hobi; it would be too embarrassing if he saw me like this. We’ve only been dating for a month. I couldn’t let him see this side of me yet. It would ruin the happy new relationship vibes.

I once again tried to move my leg, but it wouldn’t budge. My toes were already going numb which wasn’t good. I needed to do something soon.

“Well me…” I groaned and grabbed my phone again, deciding to call my last resort…Hobi…

He picked up after the first ring, his cheerful voice making me smile, even in this painfully dumb situation.

“Hey Jagi!! What’s up?”

“Hobi…. You’re my only hope…” I said slowly and embarrassed.

“Well, that’s my job!” he joked, “They don’t call me J-Hope for nothing!”
 

“So cheesy,” I joked as I heard keys jingle in the background, “I need your help.”

“What happened?” He asked immediately and I knew he was already rushing to my apartment judging by his rapid breathing. 
 

“Nothing too major, I’m just stuck-” I was cut off by loud laughing and I awk