*Yoongi pov
I'm procrastinating. I need to phone Kenzie, but I'm worried. Actually, I'm scared!
Scared she will be angry with me. Scared she won't want to talk to me. Scared she won't come here.
Scared I've lost her!
In my attempts to delay the contact so far Ive asked 1000s of inconsequential questions about my lost time, tried to eat some food but find my appetite has left me, and used the bathroom so many times the others in the dorm start to worry that I may need to see a Dr! Namjoon keeps reminding me of the time difference between England and Korea, pressing me to call soon. I try to feign sleep but he isn't buying that, so I have no choice but to call.
My stomach is doing some kind of strange and exotic dance. I visualise what's going on in my abdomen and am confronted with an image of an industrial size washing machine merrily throwing around all my internal organs alongside a million pins. I recognise nerves when I feel them. I get anxious often and that increases tenfold every time I step onto a stage or in-front of a camera. I can't remember ever feeling this bad before though.
I pick up my phone and it takes me several attempts to even unlock it due to the nervous tremor in my hands. I almost lose patience and throw it across the room in frustration but I manage to hold it together. I take a deep breath and with a few taps I am looking at Kenzies contact details. She is simply listed as 'My future'. This settles my nerves completely and I have an epiphany!
Every person I know who has had a misunderstanding or argument in their relationship can trace back the origin of that fight to a previous lie or omission. We need to speak openly, honestly and frankly!!!
I want to be honest.
I want to be open!
I hope she can accept me as I am, flawed, mentally unstable, vengeful, angry..... broken!
I press the dial button and wait for a connection.
"Hey!! How are you doing?" the most beautiful voice in the world asks me