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messages

we hopped inside the van and kept quiet until we reached the location where the fan-signing event is held at.

our stylists asked us to go to the dressing room to prepare. they gave us our clothes and did a full make-up on us.

my stylist, jin hee eonni, took the blusher out but before it could even touch my face, i sneezed. aish. "gwaenchanayo?" she asked. "eyy, i told you eonni.." i scratched my nose and continued. "there's no need to speak formally to me so please take out the 'yo's."

she smiled and placed the blusher down. "aigoo, arasseo you lil' kid. but seriously, are you alright?" she asked worriedly. "mm, nan jinjja gwaenchana." i answered and made my way to get my phone.

i sat down on a chair and switched on my cellphone.

/ 3 messages from 'taehyung ♡' /

"messages from taeh --" hee ra-eonni stared at me weirdly and rolled her eyes. but what?! A TEXT FROM TAEHYUNG??

did he finally remember me?

i excitedly giggled deep inside. i calmed down myself by inhaling and exhaling. finally, i checked the message.

* uh, annyeong haseyo..
* it looks like you texted the wrong number.
* i thought that the messages you sent me for the past few years were a spam so i blocked your number. sorry for not notifying you.

i sighed with a frown. my high hopes went down and knocked my head. tsk. i really thought it was taehyung though.. but wait, i did text the right number --

i questioned the person who texted me using taehyung's number. i used to have conversations with taehyung on that number so why is it a different person texting me this time?

is that idiot pretending not to know me again?

- but that's definitely the right number..
- hang on. are you fooling me again?
- yah, kim taehyung! stop it already.

* ah, that person? he used to own this number but after he changed his phone number, i bought it so.. yep.

- do you by chance know his new number?

* sorry miss. i don't even know who he is.

mwo? he doesn't kno-- well, there's a lot of people named kim taehyung in this world anyways. tsk. why did i even hope like my life depended on it.

"g-four, are y'all ready?" our manager called out. "ne!" we answered back in an exciting way so that she won't scold us for being so dim.

"alright, form a straight line and then after you come out, seat according to the names placed on the table. arasseo?" "ne!" we then quickly formed a straight line.

"okay.. and out!"