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I stared at the message; stunned. I shot up off the bed and want to go to Yeosang. I bust into his room as he was changing. He gasped
"Yah wooyoung what the fuck!?"
"Yeosang! He texted me..." I said out of breath as I didn't even notice he wasn't fully dressed.
"He? You mean...oh no fucking way.." Yeosang's eyes widened and he quickly dressed and walked over to snatch my phone. He grinned and looked at the message
"Aww he's still calling you pretty!!"
I blushed and snatched my phone back from him and turned my phone off. "Shut up Yeo. This is serious..."
"I'm starting to think you didn't give it to him? He said as he stopped smiling and fumbled with the bottom of his shirt.
"No! He literally just texted me..." I exclaimed and sat on Yeosang's bed.
"He just found it somehow. I don't know.."
"That's a little freaky..but hot!" He tried to lighten the mood.
I glared at him and shook my head, this was definitely NOT the time for his little jokes, this was serious and freaky, not in the good way either....
"How did he get it..."
"Maybe he found it on your work website?"
"Maybe...but that's so weird.."
"Answer it."
"With what though..."
"Like...'hey wanna fuck.' Or something."
My jaw dropped and I threw a pillow at him making him yelp and giggle; he tossed it back to me and I placed it back where it originally was. "That's gross... I'll think of something myself.."
I went back to my room and paced back and forth thinking of how to reply. Should I just reply with 'hi or hey?' Or call him out first....
"Ugh! Fuck it..."
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The message: "How did you get my number?" Delivered at 6:30 pm
It took maybe 15 minutes for him to reply back, I looked at it and rolled my eyes. This mother fucker was getting on my last nerves.
The message: "I have my ways pretty." Seen at 6:45 pm
I shake my head at to his reply. Who does he think he is? Acting like a stalker and getting my number, thinking it's okay to text me.. then he replied again.
The message: "Yeji gave it to me after you left." Seen at 6:50 pm
I scoffed. I couldn't believe Yeji did this without asking me first..did she think I liked him? UGH!
The message: "Yeji...why did she give it to you?" Seen at 6:52 pm
The message: "I asked for it." Seen at 6:53 pm
The message: "Why did you ask for it San?" Seen at 6:55 pm
The message: "Because I wanted to talk you pretty..." Delivered
I blushed. Why did i blush? Ugh he was so annoying, he was ruining me, ruining how I wanted to act this year after my breakup. Why did he wanna talk to me. I hated it...
I turned my phone off and set it on the nightstand. I didn't wanna answer him or talk to him.
Throughout the night I tossed and turned yet again. I hated it. He was replaying in my mind, his text; "Because I wanted to talk to you pretty..." I hated it but...at the same time I didn't, why...I hated myself for not truly knowing what I wanted, liked or hated... God I need to stop thinking about him...
