jisung scratched the back of his head while letting out a low sigh , even though he could've deleted the unknown boy number by now and lived on with his life , something was telling him not to , he needed to know more. just like the unknown boy was a magnet , and poor jisung was the metal slowly being pulled closer and closer till he no longer could move and was stuck on his grip , unable to leave.
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# MISSING
Fanfictionme: heyyy unknown number: who tf are you? me: your new boyfriend ;) in which jisung texts a random number for fun
