Wrong Number (VKook)

j u n g k o o k

jungkook was pissed. he threw his phone on his bed, groaning in frustration.

"how can he even think that i'd want to get to know someone like him? i'm not even interested in flirting with strangers. pfft yeah right. should i try talking to him again?" he thought to himself.

"i'm so stupid!!" he yelled at himself, pulling on his hair. why didn't he tell that person that he (or she) was texting the wrong number?

it was out of pure curiosity of course. curious to where it might lead to.

he laughed at himself, remembering the first text that was sent to him.

" why'd you do it huh? why did you break up with me? do you think he's better than me? guess what, he's not"

"what the..did i break up with someone last night, while drunk?" he was muddled. was he even in a relationship before? all he remembered was having a night out with his friends, then coming home drunk.

he decided not to reply, since he figures that the person just typed in the wrong number.

but it didn't stop there. soon he was bombarded with heartbreaking messages.

he sighed at the memory. he was lost in his thoughts.

soon, he decides to pick up his phone again.