it was quiet. late at night. i was thinking about him. he was tall, very tall. dark eyes. hidden identity. huge responsibility. perhaps a criminal. supposedly an idol?
(ring ring)
another one.
'hello?'
[the next day]
i was walking to school. and my phone rang repeatedly, was receiving messages.
unknown : hi there
me : hi are you perhaps?
unknown : yes i was..
me : do you wanna talk?
[his pov]
me : yes, please
her : would you like to chat now or should we meet up?
'well actually could we meet up at a park later my practic|'
'okay everyone gather around lets start from the beginning'
me: well actually could we meet up at a park my practice ends at 4
(message sent)
[end of pov]
me: sure lets meet up
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suicide hotline | bts
Fanfiction'hello?' a shaky voice appear on the other side of the line. 'yes?' i answered. 'please help me'
