Philophobia

#7

It is almost midnight but i still can't fall asleep. I move my body anxiously on the bed, trying to get comfortable. Finally, i surrender. i pick my phone, scrolling on Wattpad . It is a bad idea actually. You always think that reading some stories will make you go to sleep, but instead, you feel excited and end up reading fifteen chapters of 10k stories. But tonight, you can't find other stories to read.

A sigh escaping from my mouth . My mind begins to wander. And suddenly Taehyung pops out in your mind. A Moo Moo rawr, huh? It is tempting actually. He looks nice. Well, nice doesn't do justice to him. You have never found a guy as handsome as him. It really makes nonsense to you. His beauty is beyond words. And to have such a guy to offer you such service, you must be dreaming.

Or, is he a prostitute? That's why he looks so ethereal!

I turn on my headlamp and walk to my purse, where you kept his name card. i glace at it carefully on both sides. It is just a simple card, with simple 'Kim Taehyung' written in gold in the center, with his email and phone number under it and 'The Company' on the other side of the card. It seems too sophisticated for a prostitute's agency, well, not that you ever got it though. Or is he like an exclusive prostitute?

Should I just text him? You sit on your couch. I input his number on my phone and hit the message button. What should I send? I tap my phone on my chin. i have never texted a guy since college. It is lame actually. Whenever you got a guy's number, you always ignore it. But now, you just got the feeling that you can ignore Taehyung.

I walk to my pantry, pouring a glass of wine, and bring the bottle to the couch. i begin to type.

To Taehyung: Hey...

I knit my eyebrows, what are you? A high schooler? You can do better than this. I  delete it and begin typing again. i gulp the wine in one shot and pour another glass.

To Taehyung: Dear, Kim Taehyung. I was happy to receive your number and I hope to see you again.

Are you his business partner? Damn, woman. Just type casually. I drink your wine again. Typing and deleting, and drinking. For several hours. Until i fell asleep on the couch with the phone on your hand.

And just like the safety slogan on the road, 'Don't Drink and Drive'. You need a new one.

'Don't drink and type'

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