Hanbin wiped the sweat off his forehead, his body moving automatically to the beat that was blaring from the studio speakers. It was late, well past the time he should’ve been hanging out with Ricky and the others at Gyuvin’s birthday party. They’d pestered him for hours, but he wasn’t in the mood to socialize... not after that argument with his coworker earlier that day. So, instead, he’d come here to dance, hoping it would clear his head.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair as he flopped down onto the floor, trying to catch his breath. His phone, which had been forgotten somewhere in his gym bag, suddenly vibrated. Hanbin lazily reached for it, flipping it open to see a notification from KakaoTalk.
It was from a new contact. Weird.
Unknown Number: Hi Kim Jiwoong! This is Zhang Hao, Ricky’s friend. He told me you were okay with me texting you. Just wanted to say I love your work, especially in Roommates of Poongduck 304! Hope you're having a great day!
Hanbin blinked. Kim Jiwoong?
He squinted at the message and then glanced around the empty studio like someone was pranking him. Who in the world thinks I’m Kim Jiwoong?!
"Wait a minute… Kim Jiwoong..." Hanbin muttered to himself, trying to place the name. Oh, right. He’d met him before— once, when he’d been brought in as a temporary dance tutor for a show Jiwoong had worked on. Nice guy. Quiet. But why would someone confuse him with a celebrity?
Hanbin stared at the message again, the confusion deepening. Zhang Hao? The guy didn’t sound Korean either. And how had he even gotten this number?
"Oh, this is too good," Hanbin muttered to himself. He had absolutely nothing better to do, and messing with this poor guy seemed like the perfect way to pass the time.
Still lying on the floor, he cracked his knuckles and typed back, deciding to have a little fun.
Hanbin (pretending to be some random grandpa): Who dis? I’m 55. Stop texting.
He chuckled to himself as he hit send, imagining the other person’s face when they read that. He was definitely going to play along. What else was he going to do, go home and stew over his bad day? Nah. This was way more entertaining.
Hanbin: Listen, kid, I got a wife, four grandkids, and a bad back. Stop fangirling. It’s creepy.
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed again. Hanbin grinned, rolling over to check the message.
Zhang Hao: Oh, uh… sorry! I thought this was Kim Jiwoong’s number. Did I text the wrong person? 😅
Hanbin almost laughed out loud. Of course, this poor guy was confused. But that wasn’t going to stop him from messing with him a little more.
Hanbin: Yep, wrong number. But you know what? Kim Jiwoong, huh? Yeah, heard of him. He is pretty popular these days. Handsome guy, though not as handsome as I was in my prime. You sure you weren’t trying to text me on purpose? Happens all the time, kid.
He was trying hard not to crack up as he sent the message, picturing this Zhang Hao guy scratching his head, trying to figure out what was going on. He might’ve been having a rough day, but this little incident was quickly becoming the highlight of his evening.
His phone buzzed again, and he quickly grabbed it.
Zhang Hao: Uh, no, I was definitely trying to text Kim Jiwoong, the actor. But I guess I got the number wrong... Sorry again!
Hanbin snickered, biting his lip to keep from laughing. Time to amp it up.
Hanbin: Well, you know, I get mistaken for him all the time. Can’t blame you, really. Back when I was your age, I looked like a movie star too. But nah, no Kim Jiwoong here. Just an old man trying to enjoy his retirement. What a shame, though. You sound like a nice young man. Maybe I can hook you up with my grandson, eh?
Hanbin nearly burst out laughing after sending that one. The absurdity of the conversation was too good. He could practically see Zhang Hao sweating on the other side, trying to figure out how to back out of this situation.
His phone buzzed almost instantly.
Zhang Hao: No, no, it’s fine! I’ll just try to get the right number later. And it's not like that.... Thanks anyway! 😳
Hanbin couldn’t stop himself this time. He let out a laugh, clutching his stomach as he rolled over on the studio floor. This was too easy.
Hanbin: Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. But seriously, next time, double-check that number. And maybe think about messaging Kim Jiwoong’s agency directly, huh? Can’t go around texting random grandpas.
With that, Hanbin set his phone down, still grinning. His mood had improved considerably. Whoever this Zhang Hao was, he’d just made his night.
As he got up to stretch and resume dancing, Hanbin couldn’t help but chuckle. "Ricky’s friend, huh? Well, I hope Ricky tells him the truth soon, or this poor guy's gonna have a real identity crisis."
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Ehehehe Hambin you prankster! (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)
Let's see what happens next!
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Texting Mr. Wrong | HAOBIN
Fanfiction"Did I just get pranked?" All Zhang Hao wanted was to connect with his favorite actor, Kim Jiwoong, with a little help from his friend. But instead, he's stuck dealing with... Sung Hanbin? How the fuck did this happen?!
