“What’s the latest money-making scheme today Preppy?” Jongin asks.
“Well,” smirks Sehun, shoving his hands into the pockets of his acid washed jeans. “We’re going to make a hotline right? And we’re going to give people advice. Two bucks a call and BAM, Jongin, we’re living the lavish lifestyle.
“But Sehun we don’t know how to give advice.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, “Uh yeah we do. Remember when Chanyeol asked if he should go for the frosted tips look with his hair and I said well duh Justin Timberlake has it and Justin Timberlake is cool? A+ advice. Sehun is right yet again.”
“Dang you are right Sehun. That idea is all that and a bag of chips. Let’s do it!”
That night Sehun and Jongin are sitting in Jongin’s room watching the landline sit silently on the wall. Sehun has grown bored, adjusting his slap bands over and over and turning Jongin’s Furby away from him because its eyes are cold and unfeeling.
“What gives Jongin?” he complains. “Why isn’t our hotline getting any calls? You said you made flyers.”
“I did!” Jongin argues. “I took a big armful and threw them everywhere like confetti! Take a look at my cool design.”
Jongin hands Sehun the hot pink flyer. It reads, “Need advice? Take a chill pill and call Sehun and Jongin! $2!” He even added a neat clip art of a phone. They should be getting so many calls that they can’t keep up.
Sehun takes one look at it and crumples it up, putting his head down on Jongin’s desk. “You forgot to put a phone number, Jongin!”