the firsts || p.cy

her first meeting

I sit on the edge of the bench, facing the lake. I can see why Sehun wanted me to come to the park. It's calm and peaceful. He's nowhere in sight, though. I take my phone out and unlock it, about to ask him where he is.

"Toben, stop!"

The silence is broken by the sound of a man yelling and a dog barking. I look to the left and am blessed with the view of a little black dog running my way, leash trailing behind him, and an extremely distraught-looking man chasing after him.

"Toben!" he yells again.

The dog passes by, and before I know what I'm doing, I jump out of my seat and step down hard on the loose leash. Dumbfounded at why I bothered stepping in, I remain standing like that until the dog's owner catches up to me.

"Thank you," he pants.

I nod, jerking down ungracefully to pick up the leash and hand it to him. "It's no problem," I say, slightly surprised, as I look into his eyes. At five foot nine, I'm not used to people being much taller than me, but this person has to be at least six feet. "Just . . . keep a tighter hold on his leash next time."

"Right." He pauses a beat, then asks awkwardly, "Do you love dogs?"

Perplexed at the random question, I just shrug. "I, um, don't hate them."

For a moment, we stare at each other, neither of us saying anything. I'm about to excuse myself politely, but he opens his mouth first.

"I know this is sudden, but can I have your number?"

That small, polite, insincere smile I've grown accustomed to appears on my face. "I'm sorry," I say, "but I don't give my number to people I don't know." 

"But, I am someone you know. We've met before."

The small smile disappears and I frown. I've met him before?

When I don't reply, the stranger smiles brightly, a dimple forming on his left cheek. "Then, can I give you my number? That's okay, right?"

My mind is too busy screaming -- at Sehun, wondering where the hell he is, and at me, wondering how the hell I know him -- that I can't give a straight answer. And his happy smile isn't helping at all, either.

"I . . . um . . ." My eyes drift down to my right hand, where my phone is sitting comfortably, still unlocked.

The man's eyes also find it, and he looks back up at me to wink before casually taking the phone out of my hand. As if he's doing nothing wrong, he stands there confidently, typing his information in. During all of this, I blink wordlessly, not stopping him.

"Woori, sorry I -- who is this?"

I turn around, and Sehun finally appears. 

The stranger waves with the hand wrapped around the leash. "If you're interested, text me at this number. If you're not, feel free to delete it." He pushes the phone back into my hand before tugging on the leash gently. "Come on, Toben, we better go."

The man and the dog both turn around and jog away without looking back. This leaves Sehun free to ask me what happened.

"I don't know," I say, back to my senses. "I think he just gave me his number."

"What? Why?"

I shrug as I unlock the phone, scrolling through my contacts. Strangely, I'm not that freaked out about what just happened. I'm more interested in how I know him, if I really do, and how he added himself into my contacts.

"Do you even know his name?" Sehun continues. "How will you know which number is his?"

That probably won't be a problem, because I definitely do not remember having someone saved as That Cutie, Park Chanyeol in my phone ten minutes ago.

Thing is, I don't remember there being a Park Chanyeol in my life, either. So who is he?