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>HELLO! >It's me, Miyoung! finally I got your number >:) >HOW ARE YOU? [sent 1:08 AM, Friday]
>Hey, Minhoo🙂 >I'm Miyoung, the cute girl haha😜 >You haven't replied to me :( >You're not at work, I wanted to give you a small gift heh [sent 11:45 AM, Tuesday]
My phone keeps buzzing, vibrating the bed.
"Ugh, fuck technology." mumbles someone, causing me to open an eye.
Jisung is beside me, sitting, and he has the telephone in his hands, turning it around as if it's a diamond.
"What are you doing?" I groggily say, rubbing my eyes and turning on my side to support my body better.
"This thing won't shut up."
"Who's texting?"
"Some number, I don't know," he rolls his eyes and hands me the broken object that seems alien to him. "here."
Keeping one eye on my friend, I grab it away to check the message inbox, sitting up straight and groaning when my head bumps into the ceiling.
There are ten unread messages, eight from an unknown number and the others from Jeongin.
We haven't met in so long, I wonder what he's up to.
Since I've been such a bad friend, as always, I open his messages first.
Yang Jeongin
>Minho, I have bad news. >Remember Chris? [sent 8:09 AM, Monday]
hi. yeah. < did he get a partner?< [sent 11:46 AM, Tuesday]
My heart drops a little, and so does my face. Jisung, being the curious prick he is, comes beside to look. "uh oh."
What bad could have happened now? I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
"Who's Yang Jeongin?"
"My brother."
"You have a brother?!"
"I mean, friend." I glare at him, getting worked up with the way he's so dumb.
