parallel ; {p.jaehyung}

three ;

i stared at my laptop screen for at least a decade.

his response to my comment: bet.

it must've been at least 10 minutes in actual reality when i heard a bing from my phone, notifying me i indeed did get a dm.

i shook my head furiously. nope, nopity, nope, nope, nope!

"arghhh!" i whined, pouting. i buried my face into my pillow, screaming.

i didn't actually think he would fucking respond! i refuse to believe it, and i seriously do not want to believe it. why me? out of thousands of other comments, he had chosen to respond to mine! it's not that i'm not thankful, what if i mess up this one and only interaction with him. i can't take that. 

fuck him. i hate him. i love him so much that i hate him. what am i even saying? i don't hate him. i could never hate him.

just like that. dumbfounded, i looked at the message, from the one and only park jaehyung.

Bet.

you actually did it.
a good job on you, park jaehyung.

why am i sounding cool? in fact, i am feeling the exact opposite of cool right now!

Why Park Jaehyung? I bet that I'm older than you.

bet.

You don't type with the right capitalization. Bet.

doesn't prove anything.

How much younger are you?

...only 3 years, but that doesn't mean anything.

Jeez, was this really a good idea?

yes. yes it was.

It surprises me, why you aren't surprised that you're talking to me?

idk. maybe because you're a human being just like me?

not true. i'm actually dying.

That's what I always say!

too bad no one really listened to you :P

Wowwwwww.

sorryyyyy.

Hm. Better.
seen

Wait a minute...
You left me on seen!
seen

Pleaseeeeee.
seen

i screenshotted this. i will remember when the park jaehyung was begging me to talk to him :)

That's not fair.

sorry again :3

Hey, it was fun talking to you. But I have to go.
Thanks for being chill about this. I have a feeling we'll be really good friends.

that means a lot. oh and jaehyungie?

Yeah?

my name is y/n. don't forget it.

I would never. I don't regret dming you, Y/N. And I promise, this won't be the last time we'll talk.
seen

i turned my phone off, leaving him on seen.

beat that, mr. park jaehyung! i'm cool!

i pressed a hand to my heart, feeling it beat feverishly against my rib cage. i inhaled and exhaled in short pants, squeezing my unicorn doll. that didn't just happen.

i did not just dm jae. i did not just tell him my name and he did not just say he wouldn't forget it. i did not. i didn't, right?