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the person who answered the phone wasn't hoseok, but the voice of an unknown man.
"who is this?" the man questions, voice deep. "I don't recognize this number."
taehyung refrained from speaking; tongue stricken, scared, and on the verge of panic. soon enough relief comes over him as he hears the voice of his friend, tone urgent and irritated on the background of the call. seconds later he was on the phone and the man was gone.
"sorry about that, taehyung." hoseok chimed in his usual happy tone, different from how he sounded only seconds before. "what is it you need?"
"I need to talk about the museum."
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