-よん
Continuum“Korean,” Namjoon repeated dumbly. For being the one that had a reputation for always talking, he wasn’t always eloquent in his words.
Seokjin pursed his lips. Korean, the word echoed in his head. Korean. No, not possible. “You’re wrong,” he snapped, slamming the closet door shut. “Taehyung, he, she, whatever, can’t be Korean. What made you even think of that?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Seokjin’s sweater sleeve, pulling him towards the oldest boy’s room. Usually, Seokjin didn’t allow anyone in his personal space, but at the moment he honestly didn’t care. He would also usually never allow one of the younger boys to literally drag him, but it was Yoongi, so he was willing to let it slide.
The group entered Seokjin’s room in all its mauve and violet glory. The eldest sat down on his bed and was soon handed his laptop by Yoongi. “Sign into the main account,” the boy ordered. Seokjin did as he was told, and within a second of a picture of the Sea of Japan being shown as a wallpaper a chat message popped up. He touched the screen with his index finger and was amazed to see that there were several hundred unopened messages from a user not found in the contacts list.
“Wow,” he commented. “Doesn’t this kid have anything better to do?”
“Hmpf,” Yoongi muttered as he sat down on the bed next to Seokjin. The rest of the boys settled on the carpeted floor.
“Read them, Jin,” Jimin said quietly. “Aloud. What do they say?”
Reading all those things wasn’t something Seokjin was exactly looking forward to, but anything to keep the others (namely Namjoon) shut up and quiet.
And so he starts reading the messages, which mostly consisted of panicked ramblings. He notices the cursor on the side of the screen continuously getting smaller, meaning that this Taehyung was still sending messages. Seokjin resisted the urge to type a message saying something along the lines of ‘shut the hell up’.
“So to sum it up,” Hoseok cut in at one point, “he’s freake
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