Incoming Call (Minsung)

four➕minho

What. The. Fuck. Was. That.
Why did an American druggie and probably gang member have Hyunjin's phone?
As soon as I saw the name that flashed on the screen, HyunHyunJinJin, I figured he might've needed some help or maybe just wanted some company. So I picked up, letting out a groggy and dark "hello" just to be sure it really was him. And I mean, it was three am so I jokingly said something about it, figuring that it was just my crazy friend.

I was wrong.

It was not him at all.

This guy picked up and I kid you not, the first thing he says to me is;
"You got my drugs, dawg?"
Now in the back of my mind, I was thinking, "Ah well... Hyunjin can pull a prank from time to time". But he just isn't exactly like that. And this mystery drug user didn't even sound like my black haired friend whatsoever. I was very conflicted at that moment. So I said out loud what I was actually thinking.
"What the fuck? Uhm, Hyunjin, what is this bullshit?"
The reply made my blood run cold and the little hairs stick up on my arms.
"I ain't Hyunjin, bitch! You best get my fucking drugs or I'll sic my crew on you!"
I'm not usually speechless. I'm pretty witty and spry when it comes to my replies. But this time, I didn't know what the hell to say.
I mean, what do you say to that?
"Uhhh..."
And I hung up. I wasn't about to deal with this shit at three in the morning when I was supposed to be sleeping.
I shivered at the thought of some gang member tracking my phone and finding where I live. And this is a perfect example of my wild imagination.
I got up out of bed, sporting a simple pair of boxers and headed to my closet to get out my bundles. Once I reached them, I pulled out a red and black t-shirt, two pairs of grey sweatpants, two hoodies, and a beanie to cover my head.
Hah! Now that druggie can't sneak into my house and stab me as easily!
I'm a genius.
I then proceeded to lock every single door in the house, even the bathrooms and other rooms, made sure the windows were shut, and turned out the lights.
If they can't see, they can't stabby stab!
Lastly, I grabbed a blanket and a pillow after shutting and locking my bedroom door, sitting down in my closet next to my bundles and then closing the closet door and draping the blanket over my slightly puffier frame.
They won't find me in here! Suckers.
And quickly, after the many, many concerning and dark thoughts that ran through my troubled mind, I managed to fall into a very deep sleep and didn't wake up the next day until about two in the afternoon. At least I got some sleep.
I shouldn't have answered that damn call whatsoever though.

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A/N:

Stay Cool 😎

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