chapter 2 ✧

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y/n's pov

"thanks for today. goodnight." i weakly smiled to yeosang when exiting his car.
"goodnight y/n!" he smiled at me then watch me get into the house.
once i entered my house, he drove away.
i sighed and placed my bag on the counter.
i checked my phone for any messages, and there was one from a random phone number.
the text said, "hello y/n!"
i squinted my eyes thinking of who could it be.
maybe they have the wrong number.
"i'm sure i don't have the wrong number." i hear a voice behind me say.
i slightly flinch, and slowly turn back.
it was a guy that looked like he was around my age.
he had beautiful dark purple hair, deep brown eyes, and a perfect looking face structure.
i examine him more, realizing i've been staring for a while now.
"uh...you done?" he snapped me out of my thoughts.
"oh! uh...yeah, sorry." i flinch and look away.
"your name is y/n right?" he asks me, flashing the cutest smile i've ever seen.
"y-yeah. you?" i asked him back. i cant believe i'm socializing to one of my hallucinations.
"my name is san." he answers my question.
san. such a cute name.
"it means mountain!" he tells me.
"aw that's so cu- cool!" i stutter, almost saying cute.
"even though i'm not real, let's be friends!" he held out his hand for me to shake.
i cautiously take his hand to shake.
"anything else to say? im gonna take my medicine now." i reach for my schizophrenia medication.
"aww...so soon?" he pouts, which i found really cute.
"i have to, san. i hate visiting the doctor." i roll my eyes.
"okayyy. take your medicine." he looks at me taking a pill out the container.
"goodnight san." i smiled at him before swallowing the pill.
i closed my eyes and once i opened them, he was gone.

i lay in my bed recalling the interaction.
'wait...did he say he didn't have the wrong number when i was thinking that?' i said in my head.
'don't say he can read minds...' i cover my face with a pillow in embarrassment.
i throw the pillow back beside me and reach for the light switch.
"sleep well san." i say to my empty room, thinking san can hear me and turn off the lights.

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