1-800-FANTASY || Seongjoong

HELLO?

Don't just think about a fantasy tonight

Pick up the phone and call the Fantasy Babes

We never let you down

You always get a different babe and fantas-

...

Everything was hazy around Hongjoong. He didn't really know where he was or how he got here. He tried looking around, finding only land for miles and miles, but there was still this foggy tint to the world around him. Like none of this was real.

He started on the path ahead of him that he didn't notice at first, like it had just appeared when his body had decided to move, before he himself felt like moving. It felt like his body was moving on its own, like he had lost control of his movements.

The area around him didn't change much. There were still grassy hills for as far as the eye can see. Under different circumstances, the scenery could have been beautiful, and Hongjooong began to think to himself that he would have loved to sit and watch the clouds drift along the sky, and listen to the wind sing to the grass that would dance and shine under the sun's glow.

But with the nagging feeling in his gut and the voice in his head that was telling him that this was wrong, it was hard for him to find any of this world relaxing. So, swallowing the urge to scream or maybe throw up his upset stomach filled with anxiety, he let his feet lead him to wherever it was that the dirt path led to.

Eventually, after some–minutes, hours, days–Hongjoong found himself in front of a phone booth. Once again looking around to his surroundings, Hongjoong found nothing but grass and emptiness. The isolation of the oddly placed phone booth left a weird feeling in his gut and all he wanted was to turn around and run away, yet he found himself opening the door and stepping inside.

Face to face with the phone and keypad, it was like there was only one thought in his mind, the only number he could remember.

Dialing

"You've reached 1-800-FANTASY," the woman's voice was intoxicating, urging Hongjoong to surrender everything. To what? He wasn't sure. "Press 3 to fulfill your deepest desires," He didn't want to listen, he wanted to run away, he wanted to wake up, but he couldn't stop his finger.

Beep

"Hi baby," the new voice was deeper, rich, and feminine in the most masculine way. There was also something so familiar about the voice to Hongjoong, like he had heard this voice before. "Let's play a little game. I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest secrets," the voice seductively urged, "and then I'm gonna play with it, and you know it's only good if you play with it too, right?"

"Who is this?" Hongjoong found himself questioning, "What do you want?"

"You've reached 1-800-FANTASY where all your deepest wants and needs are also mine," the seductive voice answered, "So, tell me, what's your fantasy?"

Hongjoong felt his lips move. He knew he was spilling out secrets to the mysterious voice across the line, but his ears felt clouded. He couldn't hear himself. He couldn't hear what he was saying.

"I like that, tell me more."

...

When Hongjoong woke up, he was back in his bed. Getting a sense of his surroundings, Hongjoong released a breath as he realized that the weird series of events were just a dream.

Right?

Ignoring the ugly gut feeling, Hongjoong got up from his bed and started his day. He went to the bathroom. He made his cup of coffee. He ate breakfast at the kitchen island. He took a shower with soft music playing in the background. He picked out a relaxed outfit and got dressed. Everything was normal, following the routine that he unknowingly made for himself since moving into the apartment and starting his job at KQ Entertainment, where he got to follow his dream of producing music.