⁺◦ 𝔥𝔬𝔱 | 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 .

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢 .

loml 🥰
hey, (y/n). this is
lee jihoon.
——————
i'm the guy from
the record store.

this was it. you finally received the text that you've been patiently waiting for for the past couple of hours. with that, relief flowed through you. you were worried that jihoon would never text you back, but now you have a new problem that's surfaced.

you
yeah, i know that
it's you. i've
actually been
waiting for your
text since i got
off work.

you read the text aloud before you even think to hit send.

i can't send this text to him. he's going to think that i'm a crazy person who's obsessed with him.

deleting the text message immediately is the best course of action for you to take, so that's exactly what you do.

"think, (y/n). what should you say to the guy that you like?" you nibble on a fingernail while you turn over ideas in your mind.

you
hi, jihoon. how
are you?

loml 🥰
i'm great, now
that i'm
talking to you.

you
me? what's so
special about me?

no, i can't send that to him either. i've got to figure out something else to say to him.

you
that's nice to hear.
——————
if you wanted to
know when i'm
free, you could've
just asked.

loml 🥰
i was actually
going to
ask you how
your day was.

you
you were?

loml 🥰
yeah, i was,
because i thought
it'd be rude to
just ask you
when and if
you're able to
lend me a
record. my
parents raised
me to have
manners, you know?

you
yeah, your parents
raised you to be
an angel.

okay, that's actually creepy. i can't send that to him.

you keep ransacking your brain until you realize that your thumb was no longer hovering slightly above the send button.

"oh my god, this can't be happening." you murmur to yourself, hardly believing that you just sent that text to jihoon.

before losing your mind, you talk yourself off the ledge. "it's fine, i can just unsend the text before he sees it."

your rest your finger on the text message, eager to get it deleted as soon as possible, but you seem to be too late. the read receipt message shows up underneath the text.

loml 🥰
i'm not an
angel, (y/n).
——————
did you actually
mean to send
that to me?

you
i didn't mean
to send that
to you, but it
was too late
to unsend it.
——————
also, my phone
seems to have a mind
of its own these days.

loml 🥰
sure, it does.

you
hey, what's that
supposed to mean,
lee jihoon?

loml 🥰
idk, you tell me,
(y/n).
——————
you called me an
angel, but refused
to tell me
about your day.

you
i didn't refuse
to tell you
about my day.

loml 🥰
then, tell me
all about your
day.

at first, the conversation was centered around how your day went. you told jihoon about your day in great detail, then the conversation moved to music. that's when the conversation became fascinating, so much so that the conversation switched from text messages to a phone call.

jihoon talked about when and how he fell in love with music, then he ventured into talking about his plans to become a singer and producer. you listened to him with a wide grin stuck on your face. occasionally, you'd say something, but you listened to jihoon like he was speaking his dreams into existence.

who knows? maybe that's exactly what he's doing.