Woonhak: Hellooo, Taesan~! What's up?
Dongmin: Not in the mood today.
Woonhak: Uh-oh. What happened? Did someone steal your lunch money?
Dongmin: I missed out on the limited edition merch drop for my favorite band.
Woonhak: Oh no, a serious crisis. 😱 How will you ever recover?
Dongmin: Don’t start. I’ve been waiting for that drop for months, and it sold out in seconds.
Woonhak: Lemme guess— some edgy rock band? Bet you cried black eyeliner tears when you couldn’t get it. 🖤
Dongmin: You’re really pushing it today.
Woonhak: What was it? A special emo hoodie or a bracelet covered in skulls?
Dongmin: It was a signed vinyl, idiot. 🙄
Woonhak: Ohhh, fancy. Look at you, trying to be all cool with your old-school vinyl collection. You're like a grandpa emo.
Dongmin: I swear, Woonhak, I will block you.
Woonhak: You say that every day and yet, here we are.
Dongmin: Only because I haven’t figured out how to shut you up permanently yet.
Woonhak: Come on, it's just merch! I’m sure there’s another band out there with even more limited skull rings and exclusive black t-shirts.
Dongmin: You clearly don’t get it.
Woonhak: Oh, I get it. You’re just obsessed. And now you're in your moody emo phase because you couldn’t get your hands on some band’s special stuff.
Dongmin: It’s not a phase, and I’m not obsessed.
Woonhak: Keep telling yourself that, Mr. "I Missed the Limited Merch and My Life Is Over."
Dongmin: I’m done. I don’t know why I even told you.
Woonhak: Because deep down, you know I’ll make you feel better. 🥰
Dongmin: I regret texting you again.
Woonhak: I regret nothing!
Dongmin: Don’t you have anything better to do?
Woonhak: Nope. School’s off today, so I’ve decided to dedicate my precious time to annoying you.
Dongmin glared at his phone. “Why am I not surprised?” he grumbled to himself.
Dongmin: Fantastic. Just what I needed.
He mumbled to himself in frustration, “Why am I even putting up with this kid?”
“What?” came Jihoon’s voice from the doorway.
Dongmin whipped his head around. “You’re home too?”
Jihoon raised an eyebrow, holding a bag of chips. “Yeah, it’s an off day. Why are you so stressed?”
Dongmin slumped back against his bed, tossing his phone aside. “I missed the merch this time again.”
Jihoon stopped mid-bite, groaning in sympathy. “Again? Dude, how do you even survive these heartbreaks? I’d have given up by now.”
“I don’t need your commentary,” Dongmin shot back, but Jihoon just shrugged, munching loudly as he sat on Dongmin’s chair.
His phone buzzed again.
“Oh great, what does he want now?” Dongmin muttered, picking it up.
Woonhak: By the way, I’m still not allowed to touch other people’s stuff.
Dongmin: Good. You deserve it.
Woonhak: Come on, it wasn’t that bad.
Dongmin: You destroyed a hair dryer, genius. Does it even work anymore?
Woonhak: Surprisingly, yes! But I’m still banned from going near it.
Dongmin: For good reason.
Woonhak: I mean, flour’s not that hard to clean up. People are so dramatic.
Dongmin: You’re actually a disaster.
Woonhak: Thanks, Taesanie! You really know how to brighten my day.
Dongmin: I wasn’t complimenting you.
Woonhak: Sure you were. Anyway, I’ll be back to annoy you later! Bye for now~
Dongmin slammed his phone down, his blood boiling. "I hope he stays grounded forever and never sees the light of day again. Or texts me."
From across the room, Jihoon called out, “You should just call whoever that is instead of looking so mad at your phone.”
Dongmin glared at him, deadpan. “Maybe I should ground you from touching my stuff too.”
Jihoon blinked, caught off guard. “What did I do?”
Dongmin lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him onto the bed. “Touch my stuff again, and see what happens!”
Jihoon flailed dramatically, laughing through his confusion. “Wait, what’s going on? Why are you strangling me?”
Dongmin smirked, pinning him down. “Because you’re annoying. And because I can.”
Jihoon’s muffled laughter filled the room as Dongmin kept yelling about how the world was against him and how Jihoon didn’t deserve snacks during his misery.
To Jihoon, it was just another regular day of having a dramatic older brother.
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Jihoon’s entry finally. Now let's see what happens next. Maybe let's go a little deeper next time. See ya soon!
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Don't Text Me | Taesan X Woonhak
FanfictionWoonhak: You're not Han Jihoon? Taesan: No, I'm not, you idiot. Taesan received a random text from a stranger. Initially, he planned to block the chatterbox, but somehow, he found himself replying to him every day.
