Restless in Seoul ✓

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"Hello...Who is this?"

A deep husky voice tickles my ear even though the said person isn't physically in front of me. It's a male, although I could be wrong- I am ninety percent sure it's a man though. The timber is sinfully deep, a bit raspy but oh-so attractive. 

 I never did peg myself as the type to be attracted to a faceless and nameless person just because of their voice, but here we are.

What do I even say? That I don't think I know you but I found your name on my contacts while randomly scrolling through them to kill time? 

This person will surely think I have lost it. I may even be reported to the police. We do live in a strange world where stalkers and lunatic psychos exist after all.

"Do not tell me, is this one of those crazy sasaeng  fans? This is the third time this month, even after I changed my number again." the husky voice mutters irritatedly, almost too low for me to make out the words but somehow I hear it.

"No!" I defensively blurt out without thinking. I hear the person on the other end of the line suck in a surprised breath and wince, obviously startled at my high pitch.

My screeches can bleed ears, trust me.

"Oh, sorry for shouting like that." I clear my throat, "I swear I am not some obsessive stalker or anything! I don't even know who this is, who you are. I actually found this number on my phone but I don't remember saving it so..." 

I trail off, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. Honestly, I have no idea how to continue or what more to say. This whole bizarre and awkward  situation has never once occurred in the past twenty nine years of my life.

 I don't hear a reply for a long time. Maybe a little more than a minute, but it feels like an eon. Just when I am convinced that the mysterious husky voice has decided to report me or maybe hung up, I hear a chuckle on the other end.

The chuckle soon turns to full blown laughter. It's infectious, making me giggle too. It's been long since someone made me giggle; too long.

Not much to laugh at while you sit holed up in a cubicle all day long and stare at numbers and financial jargon on your computer screen. 

"Really? So you mean you don't know how you ended up with my number?" the deep voice asks, his chuckles ceasing. I instantly find myself missing the pleasant sound but I shake my head to get rid of the thought.

I don't even know him or his name.

"Y-yeah. I really have no clue. I decided to give you a call but I can't place you or your voice. "

 I'd surely remember meeting someone with such a sexy voice but I refrain from saying this.       

As if I need anything else to embarrass myself further...

"I see." He sounds slightly amused by this whole ordeal but I am not sure. 

"What's your name? Maybe I remember giving you my number? I usually don't give out this number to many people, so the list is a short one and I'm sure I'll be able to narrow it down with your name."

I hesitate for a second, because why would I tell a complete stranger my name? But somehow, I want to. Maybe I'm just being blinded by my attraction to the voice, which by the way I totally blame on the lack of a love life as my kind mom loves to remind me everyday.

"Song Jia."