7:53pm PST / 2:53 KST
???; hi i'm not your aunt, sorry.
???; also can't pick you up cus i can't drive.
???; sorry again.
Jia stifled a small laugh as she reread the text she received. She leaned against the corner of her bed frame and the wall, tapping the side of her unlocked phone. She was a bit frazzled with the reply earlier but calmed down after her quick dinner.
Shifting in her position she typed out a reply.
jia; o sorry wrong number number,
i think my mom made a mistake ㅋㅋ
jia; you can't drive yet? what's
the driving age in korea again?
i forgot. i'm from canada
???; o canada, i've been there once.
???; it's 18, but i haven't had the time to get it yet
Her eyes lingered on the number a little longer than necessary. Eighteen? Was this person eighteen or older than eighteen? That would mean they were the same age as her. Or maybe they were lying.
Jia set the phone on her lap and shook her head, then lightly tapped her cheeks. She simply texted the wrong number— she was getting ahead of herself; it's not like they were going to be friends or something after this. She quickly skimmed their texts again. But it wasn't like the other person was rejecting conversation either. In fact, they kept it going.
And so would she.
She bit her lip thinking of a reply, then suddenly she remembered time zones. It was nearly three in the morning there. What in the world would they be doing? It was a weekday in both continents and if Jia's assumptions were correct, they would have school in a few hours. Or maybe the person had personal reasons, she shouldn't pry. But Jia couldn't resist the temptation; the unknown made information desirable. And adding the fact that they were in Korea made it all the more interesting.
jia; so what are you doing at nearly three am?
don't you have school soon?
???; i had a practice just now, on my way home.
???; it was tiring
jia; what the .. some intense practice you got there buddy.
you should sleep
???; i will soon, but i'm used to it
jia; oh i see
Jia stared at her phone, biting the side of her lip. The conversation sort of died, didn't it? Well, it was a mistake to text this person anyways. They were tired and probably had school soon, plus some random girl from across the globe texted them way past midnight.
She felt selfish. She didn't want to end it just yet— but the feeling prevailed. It was a complete stranger after all. Why was she so interested anyways?
jia; well i'll leave ya to it
jia; goodnight !(:
???; wait
Jia's fingers froze in anticipation.
???; what's your name?
jia; jia
jia; yours?
???; jungkook
Jungkook.
So this person's a boy? Jia didn't know what to think, she didn't have much of an opinion on his name. Jia read it again, it sounded like cookie. But it certainly perked interest; he was a boy. And she was a girl, didn't it sound a bit bookish?
Her lips unknowingly curved upwards. Tapping on the edit tab, she changed his contact name.
jia; jungkook
jungkook; jia
jia; if i googled you what would i see
jungkook; well aren't you a blatant stalker
jia; you're in korea and im in canada ok
cant help but be curious
jungkook; you'd find nothing bc i'm a good boy
jia; mhm okay, go to bed friend
jungkook; alrighttt yeah i'm tired. goodnight jia
jia; i know you are, night jungkook
Clicking the off button, Jia tossed her phone off to the side. Sinking in to the comfort of her bed, she sighed. Today was interesting, but she still needed her Aunt's new number.
