What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Two mysteries of anonymous weirdos.

It was the middle of the night, a time at which Emory should be sleeping. Unfortunately for him, Red was fucking nocturnal or some shit. While Emory shifted in his bed, all that could be heard throughout the house was banging and talking. 

Annoyingly, Emory couldn't hear anything Red was saying, even though it would've been better if he could. It would've been a good source of entertainment, at the least.

Emory, being as nosy as he is, got out of bed and approached his door. He unlocked it and opened it by just a smidge, not enough for Red to notice, but it allowed him to hear better. 

"No, do not do that. I'm not letting you send five of my men just for that bullshit," Red spoke, his voice being the only noise throughout the house at the moment. "Obviously I want to eliminate him, that's what I said. I just don't think that it's necessary to send five fucking people, especially right now." He paused, maybe waiting for the person on the other end to finish speaking. "He's going to be expecting us." He paused again. "Enough. I make the decisions and if you have something to say, I will be taking it up with you in a more personal matter." 

Emory gripped the doorframe in confusion. He had no idea what Red was talking about. And what did he mean by 'eliminate'? That could have so many different meanings. 

"For the last time, I'm not--" Red stopped speaking mid-sentence as a creak was heard. Emory froze, he had opened the door a little more in an attempt to try and hear the other person, but it had squeaked instead. 

Red lowered the phone from his ear and turned his head to look at the doorway. Emory quickly shut the door and stepped back. 

As he stood behind the door, he heard footsteps approaching. 

"Emory, I know you were listening," He started, the doorknob turning as he entered the room. "It's not a big deal, but... I need to know what you heard." 

He sidestepped away from the doorway and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Not much, only a little. No clue what you were talking about though, what do you mean by--" Emory began, only to be cut off. 

"I'm not answering questions about it. It's a personal matter," Red interrupted, his phone quite obviously buzzing in his pocket.

Emory didn't respond, he found it quite suspicious. Then again, Red had tendencies to hide almost everything. He really was the secretive type. 

Red silenced his phone before letting out a long sigh and standing up off the wall. "Whatever, just get some sleep, alright?" 

"Yeah, totally," Emory muttered in response, waiting for Red to exit the room before sitting on the end of his bed. 

It was obviously weird for Red to be on some random phone call in the middle of the night, especially since he had avoided the question about it. Maybe he was on the phone with his secret girlfriend, which is what Emory thought, but that's no way to talk to one. 

Emory heard another buzzing sound, but this time it wasn't Red's phone. He crawled across his bed to the top of it, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand. He raised it up to look at who was calling him at this hour.

Across the screen, it read,

 No Caller ID 

Could it have been the person who texted him previously? He had no way of knowing, but it was a thought.

His thumb hovered over the accept button, hesitating to press it. After a second of contemplating, he pressed down on it and brought his phone up to his ear.