it all started with my phone // sakook

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"Thank you come again!" The young cashier said so with gratitude, and lending me my spare money. The streets of Seoul was yet again busy and crowded, so you'll never know who you'll about to meet.

"Sana!" A person called, the voice that echoed fleetly through my ears were certainly unfamiliar, or maybe I'm taking this on a presumptuous way. I turned around, and it seemed like my assumption was correct.

I was about to change my state, but then usual me bumped into a hard chest, making me drop my cup of coffee, with that being said, I got startled and unconsciously dropped my phone, and in some way he reacted the same.

"I'm sorry!" He motioned a couple of bows and I assured him that it was okay, but the thing that wasn't okay was that we had identical phones. I gulped, starting to sweat, a million thoughts popping out of my head. "I uh..." I trailed off, and just picked up the phone that was close to me "What the heck am I doing?" I muttered under my breath.

The stranger picks up the other phone, and fished out his wallet, bringing out a few cash for me to buy a new coffee "It's okay, I had enough coffee--".

"But I insist," and so, he passed on the same amount of money, I stared at the person and blinked a few times, I kinda admit he was attractive. "Sana," I'd often introduce myself with horrible jokes, but my guts told me to suck it in and not make a fool of myself in front of a good-looking boy. "Jungkook," he responded back whilst his lips curved into a charming grin that could possibly snap fifty percent of the female population.

"I'll see you around?" He says so, I nodded trying not to look stupid, he seemed older than me, if I'm not mistaken. "Y-yeah..." we both seperated our ways and I felt like I made a huge mistake.

I called out a taxi, and went in, I was about to bring out my phone and check my insta, but instead got a call from my one and only loving mother, I think. From what I've remembered her contact name wasn't eomma. Without thinking much about it, I slid my index finger to the right portion of the screen and I just remembered that the number who's calling certainly wasn't my mom's phone number. So there could be one explanation to this: I got the wrong phone.

Dang it! I should've checked it before I left him, how am I supposed to bring back his phone? "Hello?" The person started, goosebumps were trailing around me and I mentally started panicking and being the mad person that I am ended the call, I know it's rude, but there wasn't that much of an option.

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I finally got home, and asked Tzuyu for help, and thankfully she said she could come over. Tzuyu's been busy lately, since after her father got re-married to a wealthy woman, she became busy, going to parties and so forth.

"Knock knock" I'm pretty sure that's her, I giggled and opened the door, revealing an extremely tired Tzuyu on my doorstep. "Now tell me about this phone situation," she brought me down with her in the bed, and grabbed the phone out of my bag. I told her everything, leaving no details behind, she fully apprehend the whole trouble that I got myself into.

"So you're saying you got the wrong phone?" I nodded with a pout, I lended her the phone and she turns it on, bothering the person's privacy. I should probably stop her. Tzuyu kept scrolling and scrolling, a serious expression pasted on her face. "This phone is familiar, it's like I've seen this before."

"Duh, it's the exact same one I had silly."

"No, but for real though."

Weird flex but okay. I snatched it out from her hand, going through his photos, because we stan a nosy person. I already expected his gallery filled with the girls, I mean, how can a face like his hasn't been taken yet?

"Holy shizzle, I have to get going."

"Tzuyu but--"

Without letting me finish my words, she cut me down with a loud vigorious blow of the door being shut. What just happened?

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