Wrong Number {BEN Drowned x Reader}

Chapter 2: You Shouldn't Have Done That

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[2nd Person POV]
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"I've called and texted you so many times! Why weren't you answering?" you said, your voice laced with frustration as you lightly scolded your sister.

"I already said I'm sorry!" she huffed. "We had to stay back for an important review session for next week's exams—and my phone was on silent."

You sighed, rising from your seat. "I have to go."

"Already?" she asked, her expression falling into a pout.

"I've got dinner plans with a friend tonight," you said as you handed her a bag of takeout for Mom and Dad. "Are you sure you're okay heading home alone?"

"I'm not a kid anymore," she replied, brushing off the concern with a confident grin.

You gave her enough money for transportation and lunch the next day, then placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. With a final wave, the two of you parted ways.

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[Time Skip]
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"What do you mean you didn't get his name?"

You were now at a cozy restaurant with your friend, recounting what happened earlier—the wrong number incident.

"Did he at least sound hot?" they asked, eyes wide with intrigue as they leaned forward and slammed a palm on the table.

You rolled your eyes. "He sounded... harsh. Definitely not someone you'd want to flirt with."

"Come on! You've been single for way too long since... you-know-who." They gave you a knowing look.

"Let's not bring them up," you muttered. "Besides, this guy didn't seem remotely friendly. I don't even think he wanted to be contacted."

"Wait, but how'd you even have that number saved in the first place?" they asked, sneaking a peek at your phone screen.

You furrowed your brows. "I'm not sure... Maybe my sister changed her number and I never updated it?"

"Hey, hey, what if you called him again?" they said with a mischievous grin.

Your eyes widened. "What? No! That's a horrible idea! He gave off creepy vibes."

"Just once!" They suddenly snatched your phone. "Hey!" you tried to grab it back, but they were already dialing.

"Don't!" you hissed, drawing attention from a few diners nearby. You immediately bowed your head, apologizing quietly. "Sorry, sorry..."

"He's answering!" your friend whispered, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Panic crept into your chest. "Please, just hang up now."

"You're overreacting." They placed your phone on the table and switched it to speaker mode.

"Say something!" they whispered, nudging you.

Suddenly, a burst of static hissed through the speaker. Then, a voice—distorted and cold—rang out:

"You shouldn't have done that."

Without thinking, you ended the call.

Your friend blinked. "...What the hell was that?"

"I—I don't know. Probably just a weird glitch or something," you muttered, trying to sound more convinced than you felt.

"Anyway, I gotta run," your friend said as they stood. "We'll hang out again soon, yeah?"

You nodded, still rattled. Your friend offered to pay the bill to make up for the scare and, too tired to argue, you accepted. After saying your goodbyes, you made your way to your motorbike, strapped on your helmet, and drove home.

Back at your apartment, you parked in your usual reserved spot and took the stairs up. The moment you entered your unit, you collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. A buzz from your pocket pulled you back up.

It was a text.

From him.

"You Shouldn't Have Done That."

'Your breath hitched. Was this a prank? You stared at the screen, hoping it was just a coincidence. But then, your TV flickered on by itself, static buzzing before a news report appeared on screen.

And there—clear as day—was a photo of your friend.

Dead.

The report called it a suicide, but something in your gut told you that wasn't true. You knew it had to be him.

Your fingers trembled as you typed.

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[Text w/ unknown]
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You: "I know you had something to do with what happened on the news. Talk to me!"

Unknown: "You already know this is my doing."

Unknown: "I warned you to delete the number. Now look what you've caused."

You: "I was going to! I swear! My friend didn't mean to disturb you!"

You: "How could you do something so awful?!"

Unknown: "Talking won't save you."

Unknown: "Delete this number now. Or face what comes next."

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[Back to 2nd Person POV]
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Your hands hovered over your phone, paralyzed. Fear took root in your chest, but eventually, you made the decision. You opened your contacts and deleted his number.

"I should've done that a long time ago," you whispered. "They didn't deserve this."

But even as the contact disappeared, a sinking feeling lingered. You knew this wasn't over. If he knew where your friend was... he might know where you are, too.

That thought sent a chill down your spine.

You leapt to your feet, checking every lock in your apartment—doors, windows, everything. You made sure it was all secure before slowly preparing for bed, praying that tonight wouldn't be the night he decided to strike.

Eventually, after what felt like hours of staring at the ceiling, you slipped into a restless sleep.

. . . . . "This is only the beginning, Y/N."