wrong number | yuwin

# five !¡

6:15 PM | Seoul, South Korea

Yuta entered the key in the keyhole with a bored expression. One twist and a click sound was made, making him smile for no reason. He took out the key as he pushed open the door and strolled his way inside while closing the door behind his back by his foot.

His bag's strap was on his right shoulder, as he fiddles with the key in his hands. With slow footsteps which could be heard, he walked towards the direction of his room.

"Welcome back Yuta!" His roommate Taeyong cheered from the kitchen making the Japanese raise his head and glance where the kitchen was.

There stood Taeyong peeking his head outside with a smile while waving his one hand. Yuta flashed his smile back while waving his hand too, holding the key in his other hand.

"I was going to cook dinner. Wanna help?" The older asked as he now walked out of the kitchen, wearing a red-white square printed apron.

"Yes, I'll join you later. I've some work to do right now." He told with an apologetic smile on which Taeyong just shook his head, telling him it's ok.

The Korean male went back inside the kitchen and Yuta went to his room where he closed the door and threw his bag on the bed. Sighing, he sat on the bed and took his phone out of his pocket.

Quickly opening the message Johnny sent, he grinned. He typed back a 'thank you' after copying the number. He pasted it on the dial keyboard and hit the call button.

(A/n note: sorry but idk what do we call that thingy from where we can dial numbers so pls deal with it like this)

It ringed for a few seconds until someone finally picked it up.

"Hello?"

The person on the other side said in English. Yuta blinked, not knowing more than basic English. Nevertheless, still played it cool.

"Hello, I'm Nakamoto Yuta."

"Sorry I don't know Japanese or English."

"But you do know Korean." This time he asked in Korean.

"How do you know?" The person on the other line said with shock, making the Japanese chuckle.

"I just know. Anyways, you didn't introduce yourself?"

"I'm Sicheng."

"Nice name."

"Yeah and also if you want to hook up with me, then no thank you, I don't want to associate with you."

"Chill I'm not like that."

"That's great. You know I talked with this guy, he is from Korea I guess and his name was Johnny. I thought he was a nice guy but turns out he only wants me for my body." The Chinese immediately starts opening up without thinking much about it.

Yuta holds himself back from laughing at the mention of his friend. He made a mental note to tease the American about being rejected.

"Hello? Are you there?

"Yeah yeah, I'm. I'm sorry you'd have to go through it."