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Johnny: Yo, Mark, did you borrow my pants? Is this revenge for the time I made you wear a skirt???
You: Ummm... I wear skirts all the time, actually.
Johnny: BRO REALLY?!
You: Yes...
Johnny: Yo, nice skirt ;)
You: Alright, dude, just thought I'd let you know something. It's a secret. Don't tell.
Johnny: I gotcha bro. We're the foreign swaggers.
You: I'm not Mark XD
Johnny slammed his phone and his desk with so much force, he was worried he had shattered the screen, but the only thing that had shattered was his life. He had just texted the wrong person. What if this person knew who he was? Should he reply back? Everything in him felt like it was going to explode. Maybe he could try and fix things...?
Johnny: Ummmmm... I'm super sorry about that.
Me: You're good. So who are you? You're not like some crazy person, right? You're not going to track me down and come to my place in the middle of the night, right?
Johnny: Um, I mean, noooo. I'm not a psychopath. The name's Johnny.
You set down your phone for a second. His name was Johnny, and he'd just been teasing a boy named Mark about wearing some skirt, or something, right? Was he possibly from...? Eh, no way! Fat chance!
Me: Ah, I see. I don't feel like telling you my name, yet.
Johnny: Well, I guess I can't look you up on the internet and track you down. You've foiled my plans, sweetheart.
Me: Wait, how would you know whether I'm a girl or not. Don't just go around calling people sweetheart.
Johnny: I bet if you knew me, you'd be begging me to call you that, no matter who you are. I have that effect on people. If you don't like calling me Johnny, you can call me Daddy instead.
You spit the orange juice you were drinking back into your cup.
Me: NO! NO! NO! JOHNNY WORKS FINE! And why would I beg you? You're not NCT Johnny, are you?
Johnny: What would you do if I said I was that exact Johnny, hmm, sweetheart?
Your jaw dropped. You had sorta figured it out ever since the part when Johnny had mentioned Mark and the skirt. You were an avid NCT fan, so you knew of all the fashion mishaps and whatnot. Mark in a skirt being one of them.
Me: IF you were the real Johnny, I would demand we meet in person, so I can confirm that you're not lying.
Johnny:
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Me: HOLY CRAP! OMG, IT REALLY IS YOU! UM, CAN I STILL MEET YOU?!!
Johnny: Sure thing. You're pretty amusing, Y/N. Why don't you come to the SM building this Saturday? Be there or be square. And nobody wants to be a square.
"I love you already, Johnny," you said to yourself, holding your phone to your chest.
