Kapitel 44: CHOI BADA
(YOONGI'S POV)
Seokjin and I are in the training camp again, flying as high as possible, trying to spot any little village. But the only thing our eyes can reach is green, green, green. There's no people, at least not in the directions we searched when we started.
"I think we're in a side, far away from them." Seokjin says. He keeps his gaze straight.
I sigh. "Are we really going to fly until we find them? It could take us days to arrive. What if they don't accept us?"
"They're letting us use this area."
"I know, but this doesn't mean they're going to help us."
"We're going to do it together." Seokjin says. "In a few days we're going to start our first trip."
"What about Taehyung's factories?"
Taehyung and Jimin told us what they did and what happened. As they realised they could have been seen and followed, now they say they're the reason of the attack. Even though Taehyung, who was more calm about it, said they didn't see or hear anything else after they left the place.
He said he would have known it if someone had followed them.
I'm going to think the same because I don't want to burn my brain with speculations that aren't probably real.
We come back, using the portal - which I love more every day, now I see how useful this can be.
"How did it go? Did you find something?" Namjoon says, letting a pile of papers to a side.
"No. The only think we found were trees and different kind of plants, but I already have a plan." Seokjin explains. "What about you? Were you able to contact my father?"
Namjoon shake his head. "But I've been reading this." He hands Seokjin a few papers.
"What is this?" I ask, trying to read something.
"We can't tell you anything for now, but I promise you'll know once I figure everything out."
I sigh. "You never tell us anything. Anyway, I've more important things to do. See you later."
"Lunch will be ready soon." Namjoon reminds me.
I don't answer, as I'm already out of the dorm.
I walk down the street, searching for a specific shop. I stop in front of it, the same guy's in the checkout.
I open the door and he raises his head until our eyes meet.
"Hello." I greet.
"Good morning, can I help you?" He puts his glasses right in front of his eyes.
A little too late for good morning.
"I came a few weeks ago, I booked a guitar."
He stares at me for a few seconds, frowning slightly. "Ah! I remember you. What was your name?"
"Min Yoongi."
"Oh, that's right." He looks at the computer, typing something. "Did you finally decide?"
"I'm going to buy it."
"You've made a good decision, young man." He says, with a big smile.
I frown. He must be my age or a few years older, I don't understand why he acts like an old man.
"Card or cash?"
"Cash."
He raises his eyebrows up and down for a few seconds.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to search your new princess."
He's a weirdo.
He comes back a few seconds later, with the black guitar in his hands. "I've to give you the case, too. But I can't give it to you for free." He giggles.
"I can imagine."
He leaves again.
I take this time to admire the beautiful black guitar, I always wanted one. I feel butterflies in my stomach, I can't wait to play it.
"Here it is. I've it in different colours, but I thought you would like the black."
I nod. "Thanks."
He types again and a few seconds later the price appears on a screen. I'm going to lie to Namjoon if he asks about it.
"You won't regret it." He says, when I pay.
I give him a small smile.
"I'll do it for you." He says.
I watch him closely as he puts my new baby in his little house. I know someone who will like this a lot.
"By the way, I'm Choi Bada."
I nod, not really knowing what to say.
"I also like playing the guitar."
"That's good."
"I hope to see you again." He touches his hair.
I almost shrug. "See you around."
(HOSEOK'S POV)
"Have you ever heard about knocking?" I lean on the headboard.
"Yeah, sorry." Yoongi scratches his head. "You've to see this."
"What?" I tilt my head.
"C'mon, it's in my room."
I follow an excited Yoongi to his room. My eyes focus on the black guitar resting on his bed, next to it there's the chase.
"Did you buy it?" I turn around to face him.
"Mm-hmm. What do you think?"
I hug him, embracing his neck with my arms. "I'm so happy for you, Yoongs. I know how much you wanted this."
I pull away, only to see a proud expression on his face. "I told you I would get one, some day. Today was the day."
"You've to let me play it."
"You don't know how." He frowns.
"Then teach me."
He chuckles, softly. "Another time." His smile slowly disappears from his face, his lips turning a fine line.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking about the worker."
"Why?" I ask, but I don't really want to know it. I can't stand Yoongi having another crush.
"That guy's a weirdo."
I let go the air I was holding. As soon as I realise what he said, I laugh. "Why do you say that?"
"I think he tried to flirt with me, but he did it in a very cringe way."
I shrug. "You should be used to it, everyone likes you."
He hums. "But not everyone."
I clear my throat. "Anyway, did you give him your phone number?"
He gasps. "Before going out with him I rather do it with Jimin, if you know what I mean."
I nod, laughing. "Don't say it louder, Taehyung will hit you with his shoes."
He laughs along with me.
I can't avoid that thought again; what does Charles and Jimin have, that I don't?
"I would never do it." He clarifies. "He's a friend."
"I thought you made out with your friends." I tilt my head, frowning.
"They became friends because we had our fun, not the other way around." He smirks.
I swallow, keeping my eyes on the new instrument. At least Yoongi's going to have his fun with something else, for the moment.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein