Zhang Hao was still fuming after hanging up Ricky’s call. His blood boiled as he replayed the entire situation in his mind, fists clenched. How dare Ricky give him the wrong number? That smug guy Hanbin had the nerve to prank him and act like some ancient grandpa with grandkids?
But there was one thing Hao would never do. He turned to his Jinyoung plushie on the bed, its innocent face looking up at him. His hand hovered over it for a second before pulling back.
“No, no, not you, precious,” Hao muttered, sighing dramatically. “You don’t deserve my wrath.”
Instead, he grabbed a random pillow and punched it hard multiple times, his frustration building. But the pillow wasn’t satisfying enough. He wanted to roar. He wanted to find this Hanbin guy, show up at his dance studio, and… wait. Should he call the police? Track his number? Could he sue him for emotional distress? Ridiculous ideas began swirling in his head.
Suddenly, he paused, his eyes glinting with mischief as an idea—an utterly devious idea, popped into his head. Slowly, a grin spread across his face, like a villain at the climax of a drama.
“Heh,” he chuckled, eyes gleaming. “Oh, Sung Hanbin… You wanna mess with me, huh? Let’s see how you like it when I play my game.”
He grabbed his phone with a flourish, quickly renaming the contact. No more "Kim Jiwoong." Now, it was “Sung Hanbin (green tea mf).”
Hao giggled to himself. “Perfect.”
It was noontime in Korea, right? Hanbin was probably awake, maybe even in the middle of a dance class. Hao could just picture the guy’s smug face, all confident in his prank, thinking he’d fooled Zhang Hao, master of deception. Well, it was time to strike back. And Hao had a secret weapon—his extensive knowledge of BL drama clichés.
He cracked his knuckles, settling back onto his bed, and began typing furiously, channeling all the chaos he could muster into the texts.
Hao: Grandpa.
Hao: Grandpa!!
Hao: GRANDPA, ANSWER ME.
Hao: You there, grandpa?
Hao: Grandpa, where are you??
Hao: Is your back okay? Did you take your meds?
Hao: Gramps, I’m worried!!
Hao spammed the message button with glee, imagining Hanbin’s phone lighting up with a flood of notifications.
He waited a moment. No reply.
Perfect.
Now for the real fun.
Hao: Grandpa... I’ve been thinking.
Hao: I’ve learned my lesson.
Hao: You see... I’ve been charmed.
Hao: Your charismatic aura, your wisdom, your... experience...
Hao: Forget Kim Jiwoong. I don’t care about him anymore. He’s nothing compared to you, Grandpa. 💋
Hao: Who needs a celebrity when I’ve got YOU?
Hao: I’ve fallen for you, Grandpa 🥺💕
Hao cackled to himself, unable to contain his glee as the messages kept flying out. Oh, he was going all in. He could just imagine the look on Hanbin’s face, and it gave him life.
Hao: Even though you have a wife and grandkids...
Hao: I’m ready to be your secret lover.
Hao: I don’t care if I’m just your mistress, Grandpa. 😘
Hao: Let’s run away together. Forget your family, forget your responsibilities.
Hao: It’ll just be us~
Hao had to pause to wipe the tears of laughter streaming down his face. His evil genius knew no bounds. He could practically see Hanbin’s confusion, his outrage, maybe even his panic.
“Oh, this is too good!” Hao giggled like a man possessed, lying back on his bed, basking in the glow of his masterpiece. He stared at his phone screen, waiting for the fallout.
But the real cherry on top? Hanbin had no idea who he was dealing with.
Zhang Hao, king of chaos, was in his element.
Hao: Text me back, Grandpa. Or... do I need to come to your place and serenade you with my violin? 🎻💔
Satisfied, Hao let out an evil laugh, rolling over in his bed, clutching his stomach. This was the best decision he had made all week. He didn’t care if Hanbin was a dance teacher, an influencer, or whatever Ricky had said. All that mattered now was making this Hanbin guy regret ever pranking him.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Hao whispered to himself, already imagining the next move in his master plan.
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Author's note
Sorry for taking so long, I couldn’t figure out what to write. I said next chapter would be long but sorry to end it here. Next update soon, maybe tmrw? Or...after a few hours
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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?!
