Chapter 1: Tired

JULY 5, 2018

7:30 pm

Ddaeng!

Hoseok jerked his head towards his phone, eyebrows furrowed as to why was someone texting him for the first time in 2 months. Who could it be? Is it one of his friends? Why would his friends text now after so many months of him waiting for someone to talk to him? Because of curiousity, he immediately darted his way towards the table with his phone placed as he stumbled on his way making him wince when he hit his toe on the table.

"Fuc-" he stopped midway, sealing his lips before he could say anything inappropriate but that wouldn't change a thing anyway. He totally said the whole word.

Hoseok hissed, rolling his eyes in disbelief before he marched his way towards his phone, careful not to hurt himself again. How clumsy he is because of probably the excitement filling his entire body just by the thought of someone texting him. He picked it up, glancing at the notification that says 'You recieved a message from Unknown'. The number wasn't obviously saved, so it could be a stranger. Someone he doesn't know yet not that he has someone saved in his phone anyway. His phone basically have no contacts.

He raised his eyebrows, slowly sliding up to unlock the phone, and clicked in to his iMessage.

UNKNOWN:

aren't you tired?

seen 7:30 pm

Hoseok:

of what?

seen 7:30 pm

UNKNOWN:

of existing.

seen 7:30 pm

Hoseok:

why would I be tired of

something I am happy with?

seen 7:30 pm

UNKNOWN:

because you clearly aren't.

seen 7:30 pm

Hoseok:

who are you?

seen 7:30 pm

UNKNOWN:

Should I say sorry?

seen 7:30 pm

Hoseok:

what?

seen 7:30 pm

UNKNOWN:

Should I say sorry

for existing in your life?

seen 7:30 pm

Hoseok:

You're creeping me out.

Who are you?!

sent 7:31 pm

He asked, but the person never texted him back until the next day at exactly 7:30 pm again.