Zhang Hao’s eye twitched as he dialed Ricky’s number for the fifth time that night. The “Your call cannot be answered right now” message buzzed in his ear again, making him grit his teeth. Ricky had to be drunk and passed out from the party. "Great, just great,” Hao muttered, glaring at his phone like it was Ricky himself.
The next morning, determined and still fuming, Hao called again. This time, after several rings, a groggy Ricky finally answered the video call, his hair a mess and one eye barely open.
“Mmm... whassup...?” Ricky mumbled, clearly not awake enough for the storm that was about to hit him.
Hao, however, was fully charged and ready for battle. “What’s up?” Hao’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "I'll tell you what's up. Ruirui you moron, you gave me the number of some random old grandpa, and he scolded me!"
Ricky blinked, still half-asleep, as he processed Hao’s words. “Wait… what?” His confusion was palpable.
“Oh, don’t play dumb!” Hao shot back, holding his phone up dramatically as if Ricky could see the angry messages he’d gotten. “I texted who I thought was Kim Jiwoong, and some old man— yes, old man texts back and scolds me for ‘pranking’ him! Married, with grandkids! GRANDKIDS!"
Ricky’s eyes opened wider now, and he sat up in bed, rubbing his face. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. You sure?” He scratched his head, still trying to shake off the hangover. “I gave you the right number, I swear.”
“Well, clearly, you didn’t!” Hao snapped. “Because unless Kim Jiwoong suddenly aged fifty five years overnight and developed a hobby of scolding fans, I think you messed up, genius.”
“Okay, okay, lemme check!” Ricky grumbled, grabbing his other phone and squinting at it. A few seconds later, his eyes went wide as saucers, and his hands shot behind his head in sheer disbelief. “Oh, nooooo!”
Hao narrowed his eyes. “What is it now?”
Ricky froze, still with his hands dramatically behind his head. Then, without warning, one eyebrow quirked up as a smirk began forming. “Wait… did you say old grandpa?”
“YES!” Hao exclaimed, his frustration reaching new heights. “He said he’s an old man with grandkids and a bad back!”
Ricky’s face twisted in confusion for a second, then he suddenly slapped his forehead, groaning. “Oh my god, dude… I gave you my friend Hanbin’s number by accident!”
Hao blinked. “Hanbin? Who the hell is Hanbin, and why is he pretending to be a grandpa?”
Ricky burst out laughing, the sound starting low before it exploded into full-on belly laughter. He laughed so hard he fell off his bed, rolling onto the floor as Hao stared at him in disbelief.
“Rui, are you drunk again?!” Hao snapped, though he was now more confused than angry.
Ricky finally managed to speak between fits of laughter. “No, no, no, dude— oh my god, this is— Hanbin isn’t a grandpa! He’s a dance teacher! Sung Hanbin! You know, the Sung Hanbin? He’s also an influencer. I met him when I first came to Korea.”
Hao’s brain came to a screeching halt. “Wait... what? That wasn’t some random grandpa?” He stared blankly. “Then why the heck did he say he’s married with grandkids?!” His voice rose in pitch as embarrassment settled in.
Ricky, still half-giggling, sat up, wiping tears from his eyes. “He was messing with you, Hao! He knew you had the wrong number and decided to mess with you for fun! Oh, man, this is too good.” He started laughing again.
Hao’s face flushed a deep shade of red. “So… so you're telling me that guy made fun of me the whole time?!”
“Dude, he probably thought it was hilarious!” Ricky chuckled, struggling to keep a straight face. “Hanbin hyung’s like that, trust me. He was probably bored and thought, ‘Hey, why not mess with this guy who thinks I’m Kim Jiwoong.’”
Hao covered his face with his hands. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”
Ricky smirked, getting back up onto his bed. "Probably not."
Hao groaned dramatically. “I’m blocking you on KakaoTalk.”
“Aw, come on Hao ge! You love me,” Ricky teased. “...maybe you should get back in touch with Hanbin hyung. He’s actually a pretty cool guy. He might even help you recover from this.”
“Absolutely not,” Hao grumbled. “I’m going to die of embarrassment now, thank you very much.”
Ricky, still laughing, leaned back and wiped his eyes again. “Man, you make my day.”
Hao threw his pillow at the screen and ended the call with a huff, his face still red as a tomato.
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The next parts will contain more texts than paragraphs like this. I thought writing in details in the beginning would help to grasp the context more easily.
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Texting Mr. Wrong | HAOBIN
Fanfic"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?!
