if fate was real, then i hate it

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Note: Not much fluff today, I'm afraid. This will be crucial to the plot though.

"Sir, you've asked for her contact details? I'll forward what the real estate agency had sent me

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"Sir, you've asked for her contact details? I'll forward what the real estate agency had sent me." Jung Hoon says on the phone. "Yes, I haven't checked it yet but I hope Doctor Son and you might be able to get into an agreement."

Bin swings around on his swivel chair to wait for Jung Hoon's text. A couple of minutes later, a notification beeped from his phone with Jung Hoon's message. Daepyonim, here's Doctor Son's contact details. The agency sent me more than just her number though. Its all in here.

A picture of her and her personal information followed. "Ah, they shouldn't do this though," Hyun Bin muttered, scrolling past her information and settled for the contact number section. "I just wanted her number."

He jotted it down in his notepad and added it to his phone. After saving her number he scrolled back to her picture with her wearing a white dress smiling into the camera.

"The camera doesn't do her justice," He lamented, yet settled on staring at it for a while. Ye Jin was exquisite - but for some reason her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Now, it occured to him that he had never seen her smile like what he would imagine, ever.

Bin decided his mind was doing tricks on him and opted to call her instead.

A couple of rings were heard on the other line before she accepted it. "Hello?" she cautiously asks, wary about the unknown number calling her in the middle of the night.

He turned himself away from his phone to clear his throat before answering her. "Yes, hello Doctor Son. It's me, Bin."

A slightly awkward silence ensured. Bin got scared she might yell at him for calling her on the ungodly hours, but surprisingly, Ye Jin did not scream nor chide him. Anyhow he figured he deserved it for slightly acting like a creep, getting her number and all.

"I- uh..." he swallowed, trying to explain himself. "I was concerned, so I got your number to ask you if you managed to get home safely-"

"No worries, really." Ye Jin cut him off before he can even ramble off more. "Anyways, we'll be communicating anyways to negotiate... right?"

"Yes." His voice slightly cracks. Negotiate. Ah. Maybe it was the whole ambiance of it all that led her to be carried away by the date.

"And to help ease your worries, I'm alright. I managed to get home safely, Bin."

Bin.
Bin.
Bin.

Bin jumps up from his swivel chair, a grin slowly spreading across his face as he stares at his phone and kisses the screen in delight. We're on a first name basis now.

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