Sung Hanbin was in the middle of a dance lesson, teaching a group of energetic kids how to master their moves. His usual easy-going smile was plastered on his face as he counted out the beats and encouraged the little ones.
"Five, six, seven, eight! That’s it! You’re getting it!" Hanbin clapped as the kids twirled and giggled, feeling proud of their progress.
But then, his phone started dinging.
Ding ding ding.
Ignore it, he thought. This was his work time; whoever it was could wait.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Hanbin’s eyebrow twitched, but he kept his focus on the kids. He wasn’t about to let some random spammer interrupt his lesson.
“Focus, Hanbin, focus,” he muttered to himself, trying to keep his cool.
DING DING DING DING.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
“Okay, kids, take Ten! Go grab some water!” Hanbin smiled as the kids ran off, giggling and exhausted.
Then he stomped over to his bag, grabbed his phone, and glared at the screen.
"What the—who's this jerk spamming me during work hours?" he grumbled, unlocking his phone.
And then, his eyes widened in absolute disbelief. It was that number—the Chinese guy who had mistaken him for Kim Jiwoong. But the messages… Oh no. The more he scrolled, the more ridiculous it got.
Zhang Hao: I’ve learned my lesson, grandpa. I don’t care about Kim Jiwoong anymore. I want YOU. 💋
Hanbin’s jaw dropped. "What the... is this dude out of his mind?!" he whispered to himself, his eyes scanning the texts in horror. And then the last one hit him like a ton of bricks.
Zhang Hao: Text me back, Grandpa. Or should I come serenade you with my violin?🎻💔
Hanbin groaned, rubbing his face. "Violin? Has this guy finally lost it?" He wanted to toss his phone across the room but settled for typing a response.
Hanbin: Listen, kid, I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not interested in being anyone’s grandpa crush. 😩
Satisfied, he put his phone away, thinking the madness would end there. Surely that would clear things up, right?
Wrong.
His phone dinged again almost immediately. With a sinking feeling, Hanbin opened it.
Zhang Hao: But grandpa, I like you 🥺💕
Hanbin stared at the screen, slack-jawed. Was this guy serious?
Hanbin: I’m a grandpa, remember? I’m too old for you. You should be dating someone your own age. Like... how about my grandson? 😅
Hanbin hoped that’d throw this guy off. But no, the Chinese dude wasn’t letting up.
Zhang Hao: No! I don’t want your grandson. I want YOU, grandpa!
Zhang Hao: You’re the most charming man I’ve ever met. That wise, mature aura? 😍
Hanbin’s hand went to his forehead. Mature aura? He was barely in his twenties! How had this escalated so quickly?
Hanbin: I’m really flattered, but I’m not exactly the young type anymore. In fact, I’m very old and very married, with grandkids!
He nodded to himself. That should clear things up, right? But before he could even take a deep breath, his phone buzzed again.
Zhang Hao: Oh, Grandpa, stop being so modest. It’s your experience and maturity that have charmed me. 😍
Hanbin blinked at the screen, his eyes wide. What in the world?
Hanbin: No, really. I’m very married. And old. VERY old.
Hanbin: Why don’t I set you up with my grandson? He’s single, good-looking, a great dancer too.
There. That was perfect. He’d deflect Zhang Hao’s attention to a completely fictional grandson. Brilliant. He might be able to escape this madness after all.
But no.
Zhang Hao: Grandpa, no need to play matchmaker! You’re the one I want. 🥰
Zhang Hao: Let your grandson keep dancing. I’ll wait for you! 😘
Hanbin dropped his phone on the floor, facepalming. This had to be some sort of cosmic punishment.
“Why is this happening to me?” he muttered, looking at his reflection in the studio mirror. “I just wanted to have a little fun! Why is this guy so persistent?”
The kids came back from their water break, and Hanbin forced a smile, ignoring the constant dinging from his phone. He resumed teaching the choreography, but his mind was elsewhere. The moment class was over, he practically sprinted back to his phone, hoping Zhang Hao had finally given up.
He hadn’t.
Zhang Hao: Grandpa, don’t worry, I don’t mind if you have grandkids!
Zhang Hao: I can be the cool step-granddad. They’ll love me. 😎
Hanbin wanted to cry. Was this guy messing with him on purpose? Or was he genuinely this delusional? He couldn’t tell anymore.
He had to put an end to this once and for all. With a deep breath, he started typing, his fingers flying over the screen as he tried one last time to end this absurdity.
Hanbin: Listen, Zhang Hao, I’m not the guy you’re looking for! I’m not Kim Jiwoong, and I’m definitely not a grandpa! I’m just a guy trying to live my life! 😭
Hanbin: I was just messing with you when I said I was old. I didn’t mean it!
Hanbin: Please, I’m begging you, find someone else!
He pressed send, praying this would be the end of it. He was about to close the chat when a reply popped up.
Zhang Hao: Oh, Grandpa…
Zhang Hao: You don’t have to lie to me. You’re too kind to let me down gently. 🥺
Zhang Hao: But it’s too late. I’ve already fallen for you. 💕
Hanbin collapsed onto the studio floor, staring at the ceiling. What had he gotten himself into?
This is a disaster.
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Awww poor Hambin😔
Hao's probably feeling like a gangsta rn.
He's queen of disaster🫦✨
Like me🫦
J/k
See ya soon
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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?!
