Words Unspoken

Disturb

Haerin's POV

"I think we need to revise these documentations, Haerin-ah." Hanni's voice was like a blur wave in my head. I couldn't get it in me to fathom what she's saying because my head hurts so bad since last night.

"Are you okay? You look pale." She probably noticed that my attention is divided.

"You can just leave those here, I'll take it from here." I know she's busy, we all are, but she had an upcoming international competition soon. It's the least thing I could do for her.

Hanni looked at me with concern in her eyes but I composed myself, not letting her see me struggling with my headache.

"I can take you to the infirmary if you want. You're seriously out of focus today, Haerin." She'll not let this go, wouldn't she? Personally, I hate looking unwell in front of anyone but Hanni have seen me in this state a lot of times since we were kids. During our preschool years, I was a sickly child and Hanni was the one who always took care of me when my father was away on his medical missions and philanthropist activities.

We might look like enemies in other students eyes, but our relationship dynamic is something that only both of us could understand.

I didn't answer her. She looked at me once again and sighed at my stubbornness. I thought she's immune to it by now.

"Fine, I got some task to finish outside the university but I'll check on you later. Stop giving me trouble, brat." She grumbled for a bit and hurriedly exit the meeting room.

I clicked my tongue as a response and stared at her retreating back. I can feel the pain in my head intensifying in each second. I'll just make an outline for my pending workloads, I don't think I could finish them in this state. As I started to write on my filler, the sudden calling notification from my phone shattered me out from my focus. I kept it hidden at the bottom of my table compartment, along with a few unorganized past reviewers. My head hurt even more.

Danielle is the only one who had the nerve to call my personal number. Hanni wouldn't call me now since we were technically just talked earlier. And only the two of them are the students in this university who knew my number.

I tried to ignore it and my fingers tightened its hold up on my pen for another attempt of entering my mental work space. The phone rang for a second time. I fished my phone from the compartment and I was met with a message notification along with a missed call from an unknown number.

Unknown Number:
"Save my number."

Definitely not Danielle. Did someone I personally know gave my number to someone else? Is it an acquaintance of my father? And receiving a prank call in this number was a faraway cry for someone whom anyone couldn't just talk with when they want to.

Unknown Number:
"President."

Another message. It has been a minute, and the ticking of the vintage wall clock inside the room was harsh in the ears. I just stared at my phone. I think I would not even finished the outline that I started to write.

Unknown Number:
"You're a snob, Pres."

Just who the hell is this? It seems like the stranger behind this number is having fun. My patience isn't really that long. And before I tap the block button, another message came.

Unknown Number:
"It's Hyein."

Oh. Okay.

Unknown Number:
"It's Hyein." read 14:25

"Are you overworking yourself again, Miss Kang?" The head nurse inquired.

I couldn't really handle my throbbing headache, so I heed Hanni's advice and went to the infirmary by myself.