wrong person// jeongcheol

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Jeonghan let out a small sigh in class at the remembrance of yesterday.

from jeonghan:
Hey Joshua it's me, Jeonghan. We met earlier at the coffee shop :).

from hotty 😍:
Sorry idk a Jeonghan. Or a Joshua.

from jeonghan:
Haha you're handsome and funny!

from hotty 😍:
No, really I have no idea who you are, Joshua played you my boy.

The bell rang and Jeonghan groaned. It was only the first week of this new school and Jeonghan already wanted to leave.

He decided to apologize to the other person he had been texting, the boy that apparently wasn't Joshua.

from jeonghan:
Oh sorry wrong person. I meant to text someone else lol.

There was no "lol" for Jeonghan while sending that text.

He walked home and looked in the small plastic trash bin next to his desk and picked out the same piece of paper from the day before.

Yep, every digit is the exact same... maybe he just wrote it down wrong! Jeonghan knew it wasn't the best thing to get his hopes high, he most likely wouldn't see Joshua again, but he hoped he would so he could get the write number this time.

His phone dinged and he reached over to check if Chan had played him back in iMessage games.

from hotty 😍:
No don't leave! I'm lonely and have no one to text :(

Jeonghan laughed at his the strangers reply then quickly got disgusted by the word "lonely". Isn't that what people say when they want nudes or phone sex?

from jeonghan:
Look man, if you want nudes go ask someone else that accidentally texted you.

While on the way of clicking the "block contact" button, he received another text.

from weirdo:
No! I'm not looking for naked people I swear! You just text like you're around my age so I thought it would be fun to have a new friend.

Jeonghan scoffed at the strangers reply.

from jeonghan:
Don't you go to school? You can't find friends there?

Jeonghan set his phone down and took out the book from his bag to begin homework. As he flipped to the assigned page his phone dinged again.

No, you aren't going to answer it. You have homework to do. He isn't important.

Curiosity had gotten to him and he picked up his phone only to see the little icon of an 8-ball game from the number saved as "son <3".

He quickly played him back in the game and set his phone down again. Homework seemed harder this time, mainly because he couldn't keep him mind off of the stranger.