Epiphany (BL)

Unexpected Turns

~chapter four~

Pov Haru

I got into my bed again when I suddenly heared a notification pop up on my phone.

I sighed and turned around to the big nightstand beside my head.

As soon as I unlocked it with my thumb, my eyes began to hurt from the brightness of the screen and I squeezed them together.

It took me a few seconds before I could saw from who the message came.

It was Ilwoo.

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Little Dumpling:
Hi Hyung...Are you still awake? 😅

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I leaned back and let again out a small exhale.

Fine, I thought to myself.

Now I can't sleep either way.

I briefly put the sentences together, feeling like I was in the board game where the task was to find and put words.

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You:
Yeah, why are you asking? It's in the middle of the night. Are you having a hard time to sleep again?

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He knew exactly what I meant by that, refering to the time he got bullied and couldn't sleep because of it. Every night we would have found ourselves texting each other and myself trying to calm him down.

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Little Dumpling:
Yes...and no...I'm just bored. I hope I didn't woke you up... I was going to ask if you have time tomorrow to meet again...Since we didn't saw each other for such a long time I thought I could...maybe just ask...🙂

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I was frustrated. I really want to say yes cause we had a great time today and I really would've loved to repeat that as fast as possible. But...

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You:
Hey I'm really sorry Ilwoo. But I can't tomorrow. There will be castings where I have to be present. I know I said I have time the whole week, but like I said, except from tomorrow. I am really sorry, I forgot about it.

But don't you have work to?

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Something felt odd and I couldn't tell what it was.

I hoped to get an honest answer, during waiting for him to text me back.

My fingers still resting on the screen I threw a concerned face.

This time it took him a few more seconds then before.

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Little Dumpling:
Yeah...about that one

I don't know how to tell you... it's complicated

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Even more confused, I examined the words that left my question unanswered and myself unsure.

Straightening me up again in bed and the headboard pad in my neck, I texted in return.

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You:
You know you can tell me anything Ilwoo. What happened?
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Little Dumpling:
It's just...

I lost my job...I got fired...
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Are you crazy...How could that happen? I thought in worriment, my thumbs tipping like it was a speed contest.