Chapter 7: Titanic And Tissues
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"I'll never let you go, Jack..." Taehyung mimicked Rose, and cried, blowing his nose into a tissue.
"Tissues are expensive. Use them wisely," Jin scolded him.
"That's the most over-dramatic thing I've ever seen," Yoongi commented.
"I know, right, Yoongz," I agreed.
"Do. Not. Call. Me. Yoongz," he replied, stopping his hand midway while eating popcorn. I lifted my hands in a surrender motion, and asked him, "What do you want me to call you then?"
"Yoongi."
"Nah, too old-fashioned."
"Gummy bears? Anyone?" Jungkook passed a packed of candies, labelled 'sugar-coated jelly beans'. Yoongi stared at it for a second, and then said, "Call me Suga."
"Okay, Sugar."
"It's Suga."
"That's what I said, Sugar."
"Yoongz was better."
"I know, right!?"
"Jack is dead!" Jin wailed from the corner of the large sofa, sitting against it on the the floor, and hid his face in the blanket he was holding on to.
"Tell me this is the last time you're crying over this movie," Namjoon sighed.
"But I don't think Jack is dead yet," Taehyung started, wiping snot off his nose, "I have a theory over this. What if Jack isn't dead at all, but climbed up another ship nearby?"
"There was no ship around at that time, Tae," Jimin clarified.
"But that's what you think," Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, "Jack must've searched for Rose all his life, and now I feel bad for him."
"Illuminati confirmed," I remarked. He took a bow from his sitting position, which made him look like he was rather constipated.
"Anyway, let me hear what's going on in the movie," Yumi stuffed her mouth with popcorn, and glared at the bright television screen in the dark room. We had turned off the lights for the extra effect, and while the ship had been sinking, there had been gasps erupting from the over-emotional crowd.
"I still can't stop crying in this movie, even though I've watched it, like, a thousand times," Hobi said, rocking back and forth on the ground, moving the blanket on his lap with him.
The movie finally ended, and upon turning on the lights, I had a look at the emotional ones, and believe me, their faces were red. Totally red.
And then I looked at myself, who hadn't shed a single tear during the entirety of the movie. Was I emotionless or something? Was there something wrong with me?
"Now let's do what we came here for!" Hobi exclaimed, a 180 degree change in his mood.
"What?" I asked.
"You forgot? Your makeover!" Yumi gushed, and I widened my eyes.
"You guys were serious about that?"
"Yeah, didn't you know? I even booked a date for you," Namjoon scrolled through his phone, and my eyes went as wide as saucers.
"Without asking me?! With whom?!"
"Junsu. That guy at the back of history class."
"Seriously? You couldn't find anyone better?" I said, gathering my belongings to make a run for it before they could try anything on me.
"That's okay, but your date is tonight, and we've gotta dress up our girl!" Namjoon simply smiled at me, and the rest cheered.
"Hell nah."
"Hell yeah!"
"I can use my mother's cosmetics!" Jin perked up.
"Uh, guys, my laptop seems to be calling me. Gotta go!" I made a beeline exit towards the door, but pairs of hands grabbed me and pulled me back. I whined as they took me to Jin's parents' room, and sat me down in front of the mirror. I looked at my reflection - tired, seemingly sick of life (wow am I Yoongi?), and boring.
Jin picked up a hair curler, and rolling it's wire out, he evilly smiled and said, "Get ready for a makeover."
"Okay, I'm scared."
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