ONESHOTS - Nishimura Riki

💔 Answer The Phone - Yunki

Jake sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, his heart heavy with the weight of grief. It had been months since Ni-ki passed away, but the pain felt fresh and raw. Memories of their time together flooded his mind, tugging at his heartstrings.

In moments of loneliness and despair, Jake found solace in alcohol, seeking temporary refuge from the harsh reality he faced. As the bottle found its way into his hand, he couldn't help but think about Ni-ki. His gentle smile, his infectious laughter, and their beautiful moments together echoed in his thoughts.

With a trembling hand, Jake reached for his phone and dialed Ni-ki's number. It was a ritual he had come to repeat, an act of both comfort and torment. The line always disconnected without an answer, leaving Jake with a bittersweet mix of anger and agony.

As the phone rang and Ni-ki's warm, familiar voice recording played, "Hi! This is Ni-ki!" Jake's heart raced with anticipation. But silence greeted him once again. He knew deep down that Ni-ki was no longer there to pick up the phone, but his intoxicated mind yearned for a connection—a lifeline to hold onto.

Jake's fingers trembled as he took another swig of his drink, his blurry vision unable to distinguish reality from the haze of his thoughts. Every missed call, every disconnection, carved a deeper wound in his soul, reminding him of what he had lost and could never regain.

With a broken heart and scarred hands, he picked up his phone again, dialing Ni-ki's number in another desperate manner. His hopes were inexistent, he knew Ni-ki wouldn't answer, wouldn't pick up. He waited for the voicemail that told him "The number you have dialed is not in service."

But the automatic voicemail didn't come. Neither did the annoying beeping sound which showed that the call had disconnected and had failed to connect, instead, a warm, familiar voice came up,

"Hello?"

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