2018-09-15 》 1.39am 》 00:06:54
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At first Youngjae was really sceptical about this new caller.
He seemed to sound just fine and did not hesitate to talk with the younger boy in a normal way.
Could it be that he was just joking?
Even though it was really strange and cruel, some people found it actually quite hilarious to use these kinda hotlines for prank calls.
For a single moment the blond haired male had to really put himself together, to not press the button setting the line free for other callers again.
But he hesitated.
'What if he really needs someone who listens to him?'
The thought of it appeared just at the right moment and he didn't know why but he once again gripped the phone, turned on the hands-free speaking system and began to listen to him.
'Just this one chance...'
Even if it might've been some idiot making fun and blocking everything, there was still a chance left that he was not.
So if Youngjae listened closely to him he would probably notice pretty soon if it was real.
To keep himself completely anonymous and to be away from any trouble he introduced himself by the name 'Ars'.
He actually didn't quite know where it came from.
It just flashed through his mind for a second like a quick thunderstruck.
At first he thought that he did not say it out loud but when he heard the same raspy and deep voice chuckle through the little room he got immediately beamed back into reality.
"This is stupid."
Huffing and pushing his glasses upwards the boy leaned his head onto his hands and responded cockily, not letting a stranger dumbfound him completely.
"Go on then."
The neon striplights up on the ceiling reflected the fluorescent white everywhere into the room and left not a single spot of darkness anywhere.
Sometimes Youngjae had the feeling when he got into this room the time he had spent there did move on slowlier with every minute.
But this was not bad at all.
Everytime he used to get out he had the feeling that he actually had done something useful.
Even though it made him happy to help people, it really did nag on him that he had never heard of anybody after their little talk again.
For some reason it was actually good, because no one he had heard the name of so far stood in the obituary of the newspaper.
And he wanted to keep it that way.
The young boy loved books and movies with open endings. Except in real life he really wanted to know if the people are doing better and enjoying life.
"I don't know what i should call it."
Again, shook out of his thoughts, the boy looked cofused at the speaker infront of him, almost as if he could look trough the device directly into the other mans eyes.
"Huh?"
"The story. I don't know what heading I should give it."
"Is it over?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I don't know..."
"If it hasn't even begun you shouldn't choose a heading. It sounds so final."
"Fine."
"Then, at least tell me what it's about in the first place."
Tapping his fingers onto the surface of the table Youngjae was totally occupied and seemed to almost drown himself in Def's deep voice echoing through the room and reflecting from every wall.
He didn't know why but it somehow calmed him down.
The way the older male spoke to him made him not feel uncomfortable in the slightest way.
No, it realxed him.
Knowing that he could speak to him in a normal tone and there was no need to interfere with any kind of useless acts and empty words to calm the other down made him more secure.
"What it's about..."
"Hmm, let me think. What if you just start with the first chapter so nobody get's confused."
"Okay."
