You're lying on your bed, blinking up at the strange shapes the moonlight creates on your ceiling through the window. Another sleepless night. You'd almost rather be working at the bar tonight—anything to keep your mind busy—but it's your day off. Thoughts of Ella slip into your head: the bathtub, water up to your knees. Was it really that high? It's difficult to remember it clearly when your dreams make it so much worse. Your phone dings, snapping you out of your daze. Of course, it's Chris.
Do you like kpop?
What a random question. Who knows?
Uh
Don't know
You've never heard it?
He replies immediately. Is he really that eager to know? Maybe he's one of those K-pop fans who collect albums and cards or whatever they're called. You try to recall hearing K-pop songs before—maybe at work, on the radio, or in the car.
I have, but I've never given it a fair shot
This seems important to him, so you better ask...
Wanna show me anything?
Chris clearly doesn't hesitate, sending over a music video from Stray Kids. Chk Chk Boom. You click the link, then squint as it begins. Is that... Hugh Jackman? And Ryan Reynolds? You raise your eyebrows as you watch, a catchy melody filling your room, then quickly intensifying. You nod along, surprised. This is different from the light, cutesy songs you've heard at the café. This is... wait.
You click the pause button so fast you nearly close the YouTube app. The familiar face on the screen stares back at you, and your heart races, pulsing against your ribs as if it's trying to break free. It can't be Chris... can it?
???????
What?
You roll your eyes. Surely, he must know he has a doppelgänger in this video. Or... is it really him? At the realization, a flush of heat rises to your cheeks. Suddenly, everything clicks into place—the subtle confidence, the easy charm, that glint in his eye. You quickly shake those thoughts away and screenshot the frame in the video, sending it to him. You need confirmation, so you add:
??????
What? Haha
Is he being coy, or is he just oblivious? You type back, fingers shaking so much you struggle to keep your typing steady.
IS THAT YOU????
Yes haha
The words on the screen hit you like a freight train. You read them once, then again, your mind trying to catch up. He's... famous? A K-pop idol? Suddenly, his face takes on a new, almost surreal quality. He's no longer just Chris, the guy who accidentally texted you, but something more. Someone who's admired by thousands.
I need a moment to process this
Sure
You drop your phone and stare up at the ceiling. For a moment, you're torn between awe and disbelief, your thoughts spinning. How did you miss this? A faint, giddy thrill bubbles up inside you, mixed with a pang of nervousness. The Chris you thought you knew is now layered with an unexpected, dazzling new side. Was he always this unreachable? Will he be now?
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Wrong Number (Y/N x Bang Chan)
Fanfiction"Why are you still texting me? It's the wrong number." "I'm starting to think it's not."