Dongmin tossed his phone aside, glaring at the screen as though it had personally offended him. He had no idea why he was still responding to this ridiculous stranger, but something about the absurdity of the conversation had drawn him in. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, wondering how his quiet evening had spiraled into this bizarre back-and-forth.
His phone buzzed again, lighting up with yet another message from the relentless unknown texter.
Unknown: Nooo, don’t leave me hanging! 😭
Unknown: Come on, I’ll be your coolest friend. I promise.
Dongmin rolled his eyes and typed back without thinking.
Dongmin: I don’t need friends.
Unknown: Everyone needs friends. Even the people who say they don’t. They’re usually the ones who need them the most.
Dongmin chuckled dryly, shaking his head at the cheesy sentiment. He quickly fired back.
Dongmin: Did you read that off a motivational poster?
Unknown: Maybe. But it’s still true!
Dongmin: You seem like the type to have those “Live, Laugh, Love” signs on your wall.
Unknown: …I DO NOT! >:(
How dare you. My room is VERY cool and aesthetic, thank you very much.
Dongmin: Yeah? Prove it. What’s on your wall, then?
Unknown: Posters of hip-hop legends, duh! And a sick neon light that says “Vibe.”
Dongmin: Of course it does. 🙄
Unknown: What’s that supposed to mean?
Dongmin: It means your taste is predictable.
Unknown: Oh, and you’re so mysterious? Let me guess, your walls are covered in posters of some emo rock band from the early 2000s?
Dongmin froze for a moment, glancing guiltily at his walls. The stranger had nailed it far too easily.
Dongmin: …Maybe.
Unknown: HA! I knew it! Bet you’ve got My Chemical Romance plastered everywhere.
Dongmin: HOW DID YOU KNOW?
umm...ahem..
They’re iconic okay?
Unlike your questionable choices.
Unknown: Excuse you, my choices are top tier. Hip-hop is art, okay? It’s all about the energy and vibe 😎.
Dongmin: Energy and vibe? You sound like a walking Instagram caption.
Unknown: Better than sounding like I write sad poetry in a dark room while listening to “I’m Not Okay” on repeat.
Dongmin: I don’t write poetry.
Unknown: So you ARE listening to “I’m Not Okay”! XD
Dongmin: I don’t know why I’m still replying to this.
Unknown: Because you want to be friends, you just won’t admit it yet. ;)
Dongmin: Wrong.
Unknown: Admit it. You’re secretly enjoying this conversation. I bet you're smiling right now.
Dongmin: I’m not.
Unknown: You totally are.
Dongmin scoffed, his lips twitching as he fought back a smile.
Dongmin: I’m not.
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Don't Text Me | Taesan X Woonhak
FanfictionW: You're not Jihoon? T: No, I'm not, you idiot. Taesan received a random text from a stranger. Initially, he planned to block the chatterbox, but somehow, he found himself replying to him every day.
