Jae, Kay; you left your phone in the wrong bag. - taekook ff

No. 1: you left your phone in the wrong bag

You grab your backpack, leaving the bleachers. "Bye," you say to your friend; remaining there with her other friends, you had to head out to work. She just wanted to invite you so that you're not super lonely all the time and her friends are willing to get to know you too.

"Y/n, your phone is going off, it's been ringing nonstop!" Your coworker Lelia shouts from the little office.

Your brows furrow, feeling at your butt pockets. You feel your phone there. "What?" You were still busy checking out a customer's item.

"Dude, at least silence your phone when you come to work," she brings your phone out to you but you were already holding your phone in your hand. "What- you have 2?" She questions.

"What?" Your brows furrow, you walk over to grab it after giving the stranger their receipt. "No, this isn't mine, where'd you get it??"

"Uhm... from your bag?? The Seoul University backpack???"

"Huh??" You walk over to the little work room area with your things. "This one??" You point at your bag.

"Yea.." she gives you a small attitude but you don't mind. You knew she hated being at work, especially since she had a bad day.

"So... you have another phone for the hoes?" She raises an eyebrow...

You chuckle, "no.." looking at the clear phonecased iPhone 12 Pro Max.

She also laughs at her own joke. "sooo..."

"Should I keep it? Maybe it's a gift," you laugh.

"No! You know they can just track it, or list it as missing iPhone and it just won't work." She gives you a 'wth' look.

"Right– whoever's it is, it's not mine..."

Another call from "mommy, aww, that's cute." You chuckle.

Lelia rolls her eyes, "turn it off already," she grabs the rest of her things, "anywaaaays, I'm out. Let's hope you don't get a dumb middle age man who rushes you but buys a whole bunch of shit."

"Okaaay..."

As soon as she leaves, the phone gets a text message.

You put in a passcode, "1,2,3,4." It didn't work.

You scan the items the next customer puts at the counter. It was just a coffee and candy bar.

You hum, putting in 1122.

Next 0000.

Another customer.

Next, 5678.

It opened.

"What!" You chuckle to yourself, the store being empty.

You open the message, from "tata.." you hum again, and the message reads: whoever you are that took my phone from my backpack, I'm gonna kill you.

me: Ouch, that's kind of harsh, I hope you're joking... you left your phone in the wrong bag..

tata: What??? No way, you go to SU right?

me: Mhm.. "I'm sorry" would be nice.

tata: I'm sorry, wait- did I really put it in the wrong bag??

me: yes, deadass 70% of the school has this bag–

tata: I'm sorry, can we just.. find somewhere to meet up and.... wait- how did you open my phone??

me: oh- I hacked into it. I definitely didn't randomly guessed it right.

tata: wtf? Really?

me: 💀 no. I'm joking– whatever. I can't meet up. I'm at work.

tata: okay, well when can I get my phone back?

me: send me your address, I'll send it to you.

tata: wtf- how do I know that you're not gonna kill me or something.

me: okay.. I'll just keep your phone then.

tata: meet me by the library.

me: alright, I'll be there by 11:30 tonight.

tata: okay. I'll be there.

11:30

You show up.

And ended up waiting..... until 11:40 but you got impatient and left the phone in the trash, texting the tata friend: left the phone in the trash by the entrance because you're not here. Hopefully some homeless guy didn't see me put a nice phone in the trash 😂 but, whatever. There you go. There's your phone.

He sighs when he reads the text. Him and 'tata' showed up late because they decided to last minute go to a party since it's the weekend... he had to drag his friend's drunk ass home with him because he needed to use tata's phone.

He finds his phone in the trash, chuckling because it's actually there.

He wanted to thank you in person for giving it back even if it was in a trash.