minho laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he let his thoughts wonder around.
he wasn't exactly sure who the number he blocked was, but he had a clue. it could- can be jisung. i mean who else knew his favourite time? no one did. only jisung. unless jisung spilled it to the creepy number who texted him song quotes every day. though, he doubts that. his jisung would never do that.
sighing, he took his phone and pressed his contacts. staring at the object in his hand, he hesitated to click the number.
. . . .
🦙 > tissue provider
today, 1:23 am.
tissue provider
hey, jin
🦙 is typing...
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HMMM... I WONDER WHAT'S GOING ON🤔🤔
