Wrong Number (Y/N x Bang Chan)

2 - Crumbs and Conversations

Ella was always into musicals. Before the incident, you barely paid them any attention. But today, here you are, lying in bed, watching The Greatest Showman for what feels like the billionth time. It always manages to bring a tear to your eye, though you're not sure if it's because of the story or because of her. Your phone dings, and you glance at it. Chris again. You ignore it-he's probably still trying to reach that Felix guy.

Sniffling, you grab a box of tissues as the movie ends. With a sigh, you survey the mess around you. Snack wrappers scattered across the bed, tissues everywhere, and worst of all-crumbs. Your bed's mortal enemy. Reluctantly, you get out of bed and start tidying up, but not before playing your favorite song: Rewrite the Stars. As you hit play, Chris texts again.

"You're so annoying," you mutter, grabbing the vacuum. This place needs to be spotless.

After about thirty minutes, you collapse onto the bed with a sigh. The room is tidier now - if only it were as easy to clean the mess in your head. Your phone dings for the third time, and you groan before finally reading his texts:

Hey

Heyy

Helloooo?

"This freaking guy..." you mumble, typing a reply:

I'm still not Felix

That ought to do it. You sigh, lying back on the bed. But his reply comes almost instantly:

I know

You frown, eyebrows raised, and type back:

???

I'm texting you, Y/N

Oh

It's a simple four-word text, but it makes your heart race. Why? You quickly shake off those thoughts and type:

Why?

Bored

You chuckle at his response. You can't even remember the last time you were bored.

What are you up to?

You glance around your room, wondering if you should tell him about the cleaning spree. Deciding against it, you type:

Listening to music

It's not exactly a lie-the music is still playing. You hum along as his reply pops up:

Oh? What kind of music?

Crap. You hesitate, then decide to test the waters:

I've been into musicals lately

It's embarrassing lol

You purse your lips, nervously waiting. If he knew why you were into musicals lately, he'd probably stop texting. You push those thoughts aside.

No! Not at all!

You sigh in relief.

What song is on right now?

You grin and decide to admit it:

Rewrite the Stars

Of course, you omit the fact that the song has been on repeat for the past hour.