Chapter 1: wrong number

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                 Me: c'mon answer the question.

??: (he/she sent the photo of a very creepy and ugly old man and guess what? The old man was saluting me with his middle finger, which verbally means 'fuck you'

??: (he/she sent the photo of a very creepy and ugly old man and guess what? The old man was saluting me with his middle finger, which verbally means 'fuck you'

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Me: what the actual fuck?

??: I am your father

                              Me: huh! How dare you play with my late father's name?

??: didn't you say you are my daughter? Then I'm your father.

Taking in deep breaths, I glared at the phone screen and angrily Logged off the message box. I went back to re-check the number I've dialed and yeah..
one number was off, it's suppose to be 6 and not 8.

I missed up mom's number and it ended up being the contact of some random jerk.

I re-opened the message box.

"okay, okay. I think I got the wrong number here." I sent to him.

                                 "No you didn't buddy . Now are you tired of playing pranks??" Came his sharp reply.

Now I was as damn bewildered. I signing, I went for my emojis sections and decided to send him an 'eye rolling' emoji

                                ??: I know it's you hoseok. Now if you don't mind I'm going back to bed.
Will get back at you in the morning for disrupting my sleep.

Hoseok? Who's hoseok?

I started typing the question but just a second into it, my phone droned signifying low battery and it instantly shutdown.

Me: typing... *low battery shut*

Oh No. not now. My phone just went off and I didn't even get to call my real mum.

Swears I'll never make a mistake of dailing a number off hand again.

But why does this person think I'm pranking him or her and who's hoseok?

***

"Camila sweetheart..." I was woken up by my mum's voice. Blinking my eyes to clear my blur vision, Here she is standing beside my bed.

"G..Good mo...morning mum" I groaned out in usual stuttering ascent and stretched out before getting off bed, sluggishly.

"Good morning  dear, Your food is at the dining." She informed.

I took a closer look at her and she seems to be putting on her dress of yesterday.

"mum d-did you c..came back home ye...ye..yesterday?" More like I was asking a rhetorical question cause I already anticipated the answer.

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