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5 PM, Friday night.
Everyone in Seoul was out and about doing something; hanging with friends, going to the movies, maybe even going on vacation for a day or two. With schools closed for the week and overworked, tired adults finally having the opportunity to relax, everyone felt a little blessed, waiting in joy for the upcoming weekend. Normally, Minki would have shared their enthusiasm, especially today. Earlier, his manager had called to let he and his bandmates know their schedule had been cleared up until Monday, giving them all the time in the world to unwind and kick back. Concert after concert, city after city, it was rare to get such a break.
But as the blond in question lay sprawled over his couch, having flipped through just about every channel on TV, he couldn't help but think, what’s the point of having free time if you have nothing to do?
At first, he’d simply taken a nap, hoping to relieve himself of the stress and fatigue that came along with his job. Then, he’d ransacked his kitchen of any and all edible substances before turning on the television to something decent to watch. Unfortunately, nothing interesting was on, just a bunch of romantic comedy films and dumb cartoons. Not exactly his thing. With a sigh, he tosses the remote on the floor and rolls onto his side, pulling his phone from his pocket to see what the rest of the world was up to.
After thoroughly skimming through Twitter, Instagram, and even Tumblr, he was just about ready to go insane. Photos of friends and family having the time of their lives-- without him, mind you-- didn’t exactly help things, either. A frown made it’s way onto his face as he decided to scroll through his contacts, hoping to find someone willing to keep him company. His first attempt was Ritsu, of course, but he’d already been at the studio for an hour and wouldn’t be done with practice for another two. With his first option out, he exhausted every single contact until coming down to one last number.
He deadpanned. It was Uriah.
Now, don’t get him wrong, Minki had nothing against the guy. Quite the contrary, he’d always considered Uriah to be a very loyal, very intelligent person; In a weird sort of way, he even admired him. Did he consider the two of them friends? Now, that was a hard question. It wasn’t like they talked all that much, and he hardly even knew anything about the brunet, other than the fact that he was also a member of a band, and was pretty much liked by everyone.
The maknae had to admit, it was slightly intimidating. Uriah had always been someone he wanted to get to know more, sit down and have a real conversation with, but at the same time, he felt somewhat anxious being around someone who knew so many people and had so many friends. In the back of his mind, there’s always a voice saying, “What if he doesn’t like you? What if you upset him? Then everyone else will hate you, too.”
Needless to say, he was prepared to submit to loneliness for the night.
Still... It wouldn’t hurt to just call him, ask him what was up, what he was doing. He hoped he wouldn’t sound too awkward, or weird, or... Oh, God, this can’t possibly go well. At the very least, he needed a reason as to why he was calling, right?
Clearing his throat, he selects Uriah’s contact number and holds the phone to his ear, slowly formulating his next move as he waits for the other to pick up.
