texts - myg

four

the next day, at jiyeong's house

"eunji, you wouldn't believe what happened to me!" i said while sitting down across eunji.

"what? did you type my cellphone number wrong?" eunji replied slightly amused.

"no. wait, yes. how did you know?"

"well, I didn't know for sure but i was starting to assume that was the case since you didn't text me right away." eunji sighed.

ah yes, she knows me too well.

"ok you're right, but that's not all that happened. the number i texted, that i thought was yours, turned out to be min yoongi's number."

eunji seemed to be processing what had just come out of my mouth. and honestly, i was still processing the fact that i have min yoongi's number.

no one other than my ultimate crush since I transferred to this school (which was three years ago btw)

"excuse me.... whAT? did i just hear correctly?" eunji said, clearly shocked.

"okay. let me get this right. you are telling me, that you have min yoongi's cell phone. min yoongi. cellphone. you." eunji said while pointing at me.

"OHMYGOD OH MY GOD!! YOU FINALLY PROGRESSED FROM JUST STALKING HIM LIKE A CREEP ON INSTAGRAM TO ACTUALLY TEXTING HIM LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING" eunji said (yelled) teasingly while basically murdering my eardrums.

"eunji, may i remind you that the most you've talked with seokjin was asking him to-"

"jiyeong, may i remind you that i have your cellphone right now and that i could send a text to yoongi. right now. perhaps something embarrassing." eunji said with a face that sreamed 'try me bitch'

"you wouldn't!"

"i guess you don't know me that well."
and with that, eunji dashed to the bathroom and locked the door.