Wrong Number || BTS

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lizzie pov

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i set out to find whoever this mysterious person was, though i had spent most of my time texting him. i plugged the given address into my phone's maps. it popped up and the travel time by foot was only three minutes away.

"he wasn't joking." i laughed to myself. after he gave the address he explained that it wasn't far from the airport. i plugged earphones into the jack. i scrolled through my array of songs in the library and let the soothing music control me. elle est à toi began to drum through, causing me to breathe in peacefully.

i soon arrived, eyes darting and speculating the quaint, cozy shop. it became fitting to describe such a place as a small diner or a coffee shop. i took a seat by the entrance.

'if any sign of danger appears, make a run for it. thats why i always try to have a seat near the entrance' my aunt juyan's advice reminded me back when i would visit her. she always had the most comical characteristics. she was loud and fun to be around. mother says i took after her.

ding.

my phone went off. i grabbed it from the table and began to read it.

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> mystery man
have you made it to the cafe?

> lizzie
yes.
i have a question
are you a serial killer?
i hope not

now why would i be?
dont worry, youll know who i am once you see me.
what you wearing?

isnt that a bit too much info to give out to complete strangers?
plus its really creepy
however
im wearing a shirt and pants
black hair and a beanie
better?

you sure do talk a lot

shut up
now get here before i go back to the states

see you then

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anxiety begins to pump through my veins. my hands start to tap against the marble table in front of me. my right leg bounced up and down. i forced myself to stop by placing my hands under my thighs. it did not help the beating heart.

soon enough, i heard the door open behind me and someone walk in. i didn't dare turn around cause eye contact with a potential serial killer would not be fun. i begin to regret my entire life decision. especially on wanting to meet this guy. i should have brought more money.

someone sat in front of me. i looked up and saw the epiphany of beauty. his smooth skin glowed and his eyes were so soft yet stern. his lips curled up at the side. i ended up staring at him for a long time until he snapped his fingers right in front of my face, getting my attention. i gasped and slouched with a growing blush on my face. i knew i made a fool of myself.

"i'm so sorry." i apologized. all i heard was a bit of laughter.

"didn't know you'd be entranced by my face, there, lizzie."

it was at that moment that i almost fainted. in front of me was someone i had hardcore crushed on through text and seeing that he wasnt an old fart ready to rape me, i was more than overjoyed. he was the exact description of a dream guy.

"i.. i uh... wow." i was at a loss for words. i took in a deep breath and sat up straighter, plastering a sheepish grin on my face. "i never knew you would be who was behind the screen." the apparent blush remained dusted on my cheeks. my hands began to fidget, twirling and holding onto the them of my shirt.

"what makes you think that?" he chuckled. i shook my head.

"you just don't fit the description of your personality over text. i thought it was a fake identity you conjured up in your head in order to catfish me." he rose an eyebrow at me and leaned forward.

"no need to worry." he chuckled and placed a fist under his chin. "i wouldn't pass up the opportunity to meet the woman behind the screen." i laughed at his cheesy comment.

"i'm sure. by the way, you never gave me your name. you know mine."

"i thought you'd already know by now."

"nope. no idea who you are."

"my name is min yoongi."