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2:06am, february 5th, 2022 seoul, south korea.
it's a couple of days later that he hears from her again.
he's just getting off his computer after a few hours of gaming. he thinks about getting a late-night snack but dissuades himself as none of the boys are awake and he doesn't want to eat alone.
it is then that his phone lights up from a notification.
she sends him a text very late at night. it's a picture of their lightstick.
he takes note of how her number appears saved under the name she'd carelessly typed in herself. her number has remained the same all this time.
'found it while cleaning out my stuff hehe...' she writes and he can't help but smile at the message she was trying to send across.
she was his fan.
'it doesn't work anymore T ~ T' she adds and he lets out a laugh.
he wonders how old the lightstick has to be for it to not work anymore. if she's always been a fan from the beginning or if he's reading too much into it.
he almost asks, types it out even, but decides against it last minute and deletes the message.
'ouch' he sends instead and adds a gif he finds funny.
she sends another text almost immediately.
'oh, you're up?'
before he can even type out a response, she double texts.
'wyd?'
he thinks about what to write for a while. how much detail he has to go into. he doesn't want to be overkill but he also doesn't want to seem dry.
'just up ig. hbu?'
she takes a while to respond so he guesses she's dozed off. he decides that he too should try to get some sleep as it's late.
except he doesn't get the time to because his phone buzzes again five minutes later. multiple times.
