Hoseok Jung was basically everybody's ex-boyfriend. He loves to play with people's sentiments as long as it benefits him by doing so. In the middle of the night, at two A.M., his eyes have found its new prey. But what's bizarre about her? She only c...
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Hope had to silent her phone now every morning. Red Knight customers know that she only accepts calls and messages around eight in the evening to three in the morning. Odd, but it went smoothly for everyone. Not until Hoseok came into the picture.
He calls her every time that he can. And it disturbs her slumber. But it's not like she can just ignore his calls. Sliding her arm out of her blanket, Hope searched for her phone on her bedside table. "What?!" She tried to disregard it, but today she forgot to turn its vibration off.
"Good morning, Hopie," Hoseok's voice was sweet, but it's annoying her.
"What's good in the morning if it's you who's calling," Hope said, her voice muffled because of the pillow that covers her face. Last night, she gave Hoseok his seventy-item calculus assignment. And now, when Hope needs her rest from all the headaches, he disturbs her.
"You have to give me back my money," Hoseok enunciated, which somehow woke Hope's senses up.
"I'm hanging up," and so she did. But Hoseok didn't allow her to drift back to sleep. While she tries to turn her phone's buzzing effect, a message popped in her notification bar.
From: No One
"All Hail Hope Villan, University of Nevada's one and only savior (and probably some other universities). She is also known as the Red Knight."
How's that for the introduction? ;)
Along with his message are two photos attached; one photo of her and a logo of the Red Knight. Rushing, Hope redialed his number, and as expected, Hoseok answered in a flash. "Hello, good morning..." Hope said in a fake sweet voice.
"Good morning too, Hopie. You called?" Hope imagined him smiling from ear to ear. He must be enjoying this.
"I was just wondering if I did something wrong that you wanted me to return your money?" she asked politely. In reality, she's kicking her blanket off of her out of frustration.
"It only scored sixty-nine. What a shame," he sounded insincerely dismayed.
"Oh, that's heartbreaking," Hope rolled her eyes. "But I don't do refunds. If you checked the website properly, you could return the work to me instead so that I'll correct any mistakes before you submit it," she beamed with her eyes closed.
"Well, here I thought I was a VIP customer," he sighed on the other line. "By the way, what do you think of my introduction?"
"Hey!" Hope hissed, and she heard him laugh. "I can't give you back your money. I'll just give you a free service once you needed one again," she bartered.
"I won't need one. To be honest, that was my friend's money. Out of curiosity, I volunteered to email you about it," he told her. "Of course, I talked to him about it. But don't worry, our secret is safe between us."
