Frightened, I threw my mobile away from me. It seems that due to nervousness, I have hallucinations. I grinned mirthlessly. Chanyeol does not and cannot have my number. I just dreamed of this message.
I nodded to myself and opened my inbox again. The SMS was still there, flashing tantalizingly. And then suddenly the phone notified me of the message again.
22:20
Ignoring people is impolite. Come on, show miracles of friendliness, and answer me.
I started shaking my head violently. It's as if Chanyeol will somehow see and understand that he needs to stop immediately. I remind myself of a trapped beast because I am afraid of these stupid messages, although they do not harm me yet. They are just terribly frightening.
A guess ran through me like an electric shock, and I fussily search for my friend's number. Anger started slowly boiling inside. I won't let anyone share my number around. Jongin only responded after four rings, and I have already mentally given him a bunch of slaps on the head.
"Are you out of your mind?!" I didn't even let him say hello.
"Ji? What's wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you! How did this guy get my number?"
We both knew who I was meaning.
“He said he wanted to apologize for his behavior yesterday,” Jongin said, bewildered.
"Apologize? And you fall for it? Jongin, seriously?
I know it's silly to panic. I can change the number. I can tell mother that Chanyeol is following me. I can eventually ask my father to talk to him if he doesn't disappear. Right?
Sure.
I almost convinced myself that everything is in my hands. But I wasn't not considering one crucial detail: I was wondering how far Chanyeol can go.
"Well, yes. Ji, you got nervous from scratch. Chanyeol is good.
"Good? How long have you known him?"
"Ji, what a questioning!" Jongin, on the other end of the line, started to boil. And me too. This whole situation was pissing me off.
"Answer me."
"We know each other for a month. Are you satisfied?" Jongin only gave up because I bored him quickly. He hates being pissed off.
"Yes, that explains a lot."
"And what does that fact mean?"
"That you don't know a damn thing about your new friend!"
I shouted it into the phone and cut off. Jongin, as always, is carefree and calm. Well, he is not in my place.
While I was talking to Jongin, Chanyeol sent me another message.
22:31
I'll give you a lift home; come down.
I almost choked with anger. "I'll give you a lift home; come down?" What does he even think of himself? His message is imbued with such confidence as if I have no choice but to agree. And this is what makes me blow up from the place, furiously collecting things. I'm not going anywhere with him. This time, there is no Jongin nearby who can persuade me. By the way, he called me twice, and I hang up on him. There is no desire to explain the situation to him now. Now I'll figure it out myself.
My heart is beating so fast as I take the elevator to the first floor. Right now, I need to clearly explain to Chanyeol that I'm not going to communicate with him. In fact, I'm willing to cowardly ask the guard to make sure Chanyeol leaves. But I'm sure he is not on the territory of the studio; he probably parked further. So as not to catch the eye of the guard. So I have to deal with it myself. Well, nothing, not the first time.
