EPHEMERAL || BBH

The Morning After ❁

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It was almost eight in the evening when I got home.

The first thing I did was look for Uncle Jinwoo and tell him about my bike. After explaining to him what I thought was wrong with it, he advised me to bring the bike to his shop the next morning so he could replace the broken parts.

We all ate dinner together that night and after helping Aunt Sunny with the dishes, I directly headed to my room.

The first thing I did as soon as I closed my bedroom door was throw my body on the bed. I was instantly met by the blank ceiling. I didn't move for about a few seconds then I remembered my phone. I looked for my purse shoved my hand inside it and took my phone out.

I immediately went to my call register and found an unregistered number which I believed would be his.

I unconsciously nibbled my thumb as I looked intently at it. Then my thoughts wandered to him again. I couldn't help but wonder because he seemed so casual earlier. He radiated a calm and confident aura. Weren't celebrities supposed to be a little off and scared of strangers?

"Maybe he's not a celebrity. Maybe he's just Byun Baekhyun's twin or something." I said before I laughed at myself for coming up with the craziest ideas all the time.

I shook my head as I tried to dismiss any other thoughts related to him. I also put my cell phone on the bedside table afraid that if I put it somewhere near me, I might call or text in in my sleep later.

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It was about a quarter past ten in the evening, I just finished taking a shower and was getting ready to bed when I heard a beep coming from my phone.

I was sitting in front of my vanity table at the moment, so I turned back to the bedside table where my phone was and saw the LCD lit up.

I walked towards it and sat on the bed while I casually unlocked my phone.

My eyes widened when I saw Baekhyun's number followed by the instant realization that he just sent me a message.

I didn't know why but I suddenly felt a little bit antsy seeing his number in my inbox. It almost even felt like I just received an important text message about whether I got the job or not. Something like that.

A big part of me knew I was overreacting so I took a deep breath before clicking on his text.

"Hey, are you still awake?"
10:16 PM

His text message was for sure simple but why was there something weird happening behind my chest?

I stared at his message for a few minutes debating if, should reply or two, should I pretend that I was already sleeping.

The latter one was mean, so I settled on the first option, which was to send a reply.

But before anything else, I stood and briskly walking back and forth inside my room trying to calm myself. I took a few deep breaths before I went back to my bed, crossed my legs, and started to type my reply.

"Oh hi there...I'm still" I was texting and saying my reply out loud and it sounded so awkward so I deleted it.

"Yeah. You?" I successfully sent my reply at 10:27 and it was too late when I realized how stupid that was because of course he would be still up or else he wouldn't be able to text me anymore.

His reply was fast and so was my finger tapping on it to read it.

"Of course. I'm not that talented to text in my sleep."
10:28