Behind my screen.

Chapter 1: wrong number

"No. Had a meeting." She said quietly.

"A..At that t..t..time o...of t..the night? You..you should have t..told me a..at least. I..I..I even tried calling you bu..but ended up c..calling and t..texting a wrong number" I bit my lips to swallow up my rage. Rage for two things, one for being a stammerer and two for having a workaholic mother.

"I'm sorry it was an emergency and You know you are not a kid anymore you should be use to this by now."

"but..but..I needed you by my side." I seethed.

"Don't worry I'll make time for this night for now I really neeed to go." mum gave me a peck at my cheek and dashed out of the room heading to work.

I ate breakfast alone as usual and then prepared for school.

*******

School was  hell as usual and today was just worst. I had loads of home works to do.
I laid on my tummy on the bed, doing my assignment. My lamp stand illuminating the dark room.

few seconds later, My phone buzzes beside me and I reached out for it. A message from an unknown number.

I swiped it open and saw the previous text I've sent yesterday just before my phone shut down.

Me:who's hoseok?
Sent 11:45 pm.

I sat up and curled into a ball as I read his reply.

??: you again?

??: Why will you want to know hoseok?

"omg. I didn't mean to send you this text. I think it was from yesterday I'm sorry." I texted back.

??: like I'm going to believe that?
Seems like you are pretty interested about knowing hoseok.

"nope. Maybe yesterday I was." I typed casually and send.

Me: because you made mention of that name so I wanted to know why you made mention of that name plus why you thought I was pranking you.

Me: but now I guess there'll be no need for. I only know one hoseok and I want it to remain that way. I don't want to know any other.

??: why? You have a crush on him?

Me: why will You ask that.

       
?? Cause it's obvious in your statement.

Me: Well I guess every girl who knows hoseok have a crush on him.

??: Well I don't give a fuck and nothing justifies the crime of stealing my contact only to bother me at the middle of the night.

Me: *blank expression emoji face*

Me: wait what are you driving at?

Me: I don't get you.

About 20 minutes passed, no reply.

Me: you there? *Added angry emoji*

??: I really don't know how you got my number but don't ever message me again.

Me: hey wait up. Before you start thinking otherwise Lemme clear your hutch, i got your number from no where.

Me: I missed dailed my Mum's number and it ended up being yours.
I don't even know you.

??: I'm not a kid okay. I got a lot of texts from fan girls who claiming to be miss dialed number  but yours was coming off as bit weird that I even put the blame on my brother.

Me: hold on a minute. Who the hell do you think you are?

??: there's no one who doesn't know me that question should be from me cause you were the one who messaged me first.

Me: now I know where you are coming from. You think I'm a stalker? You wish! I don't even know a crap about you.

??: *smirking emoji*

Me: and I think you are pretty seeking for Attention by just concluding that I'm a fan girl when I haven't told you my gender.

??: like I said I get random text from unknown phone numbers and most of them are from fan girls so yep I guessed it right and that's just another proof that you are a fan girl.

??: Jez, I can't even believe I'm ignoring rehearsals just replying to your text.

Me: same here. I'm loosing brain cells talking to you when I have books to read.

I angrily shut down my phone and went back to my assignment.

Who the hell is that jerk?

TBC...