Only A Fan ✔ P. Jimin

A

I pace around the living room trying to talk myself into sending this text. It get's pretty annoying when I'm about to send it but my brain tells me to stop.

Before I know it, my fingers were once again tapping against the screen. But this time I actually pressed send.

"Hey, it's Jimin."

Minutes pass and nothing. I click my phone off and head down to the lobby to collect mail out of boredom.

It took me three minutes to stroll in and ask for the dang things. "Have a good day sir."

I bow and take a seat in the lounging chairs while tossing out no good mail. "Who is Ines Hassan?" I throw that mail out to but a girl quickly takes it from the trash. "Oh? Are you?"

She nods and quickly scurries away. He probably mixed our mail. But Ines sure does sound familiar.

I spent a good twenty minutes thinking about it until my phone buzzed which got me up in a second.

"The guy who was too afraid to get my number? What's up!"