Concept by;": Author-nim (plz request...)
You sit up in a daze as your cellphone rings loudly from your bedside table. A quick glance at your clock tells you that it's only three in the morning. With a heavy sigh, you pick up the phone and take in the caller ID.
The number, however, was unrecognizable... Hell, it didn't seem to have an area code from around your town anyways!
You didn't want to leave the other person hanging so you decided to answer the call.
"Hello..?" You ask groggily.
There is no sound from the other line for a moment. After approximately four seconds (you count when you're tired... -shrug-) the stranger on the other end says something.
"젠리, 이은리가 아니야..."
You stared at the wall in front of you and cocked an eyebrow. How peculiar that the stranger speaks Korean, the only other language that you just-so-happen- to speak. Being a big fan of K-pop you studied the language and are even moving to South Korea in a few days short of a fortnight..!
After a few tires moments, your brain translated his words ,"Well shit, this isn't Eunni..."
"No this isn't." You answered in English.
They sound slightly baffled ,"You speak Korean then?" His voice. It's so... Familiar...
"Yeah..." you scratch the back of your neck as your tired brain searched for its second language ,"May I ask why you called me at three in the morning..?"
There is a sigh on his end ,"I was trying to call Ryu Eunri , my makeup stylist, to give her the date of our next photo shoot... Wait. Three in the morning..?"
"Yes..?"
He chuckles ,"You must be in America! How odd for someone to speak such fluent Korean!"
There is a slight giggle from you as you try to explain to the stranger about your language choices. "Well you see... I'm a fan of K-Pop and I wanted to speak the language because of how beautiful it sounds... I also plan on moving to South Korea in about ten days so it might be good to, y'know, speak Korean..."
He takes in a sharp breath ,"You are a K-Pop fan?"
"Uhm yeah," you snark, very tiredly,"That's what I said."
The dude on the other line laughs loudly and your brain gets a little closer to the answer of who the man is.
"You're voice is familiar... Would you just so happen to be an idol..?"
"Would it change your opinion on anything..?"
"What is there to change opinions on..? And besides, idols are humans too and I am quite certain that they don't want to have a bunch of screaming girls up their asses all the time."
He is quiet.
Your brain begins to fully function and something in your brain clicks ,"Wait." You kinda freeze ,"Say something, like, anything."
"Uhm... are you alright..?"
A gasp escapes you ,"Y-You're Park Jimin, aren't you.!? From BTS!?"
He let out a loud sigh ,"Aish... you must be a detective... Yes, yes I am."
Your heart stops and you lay back down ,"Forget what I said earlier about having fans up your ass and stuff... You are legitimately my ultimate bias! I mean, if it was anyone else I would be fine but it's you and you're like... Damn!!!"
You can tell he's trying not to laugh from the choked noises on his end ,"Ultimate bias, huh?" He mumbles over a chuckle. It's not too hard for you to basically see the eye smile he's most likely wearing on his face.
"Well miss..."
"Casey." You answered.
"Casey..." he said, making your heart melt with the sound of your name from his lips ," I suppose you're tired, hm?"
You nodded but then remembered that he was halfway across the world ,"Yeah..."
"How about we talk tomorrow at more decent times for us both..?" He takes a breath and then says ,"Give me the time and in ten days I'll be picking you up from the air port."
