Wrong Number | Han Jisung

Wrong Number, Right Person

[Yuna's POV]

It was 11:47 PM. I was buried under three layers of blankets, contemplating the life decisions that led to me agreeing to an 8 AM lecture on a Monday. My only consolation? The barely-there buzz of my phone beside me, tempting me with distractions.

Ping

I glanced at the screen, expecting some stupid group project message or my best friend tagging me in memes again. But it wasn't a contact I recognized.

Unknown number:

"Hyung where did you hide the sour cream chips? If Changbin eats my stash again I swear to God I'm sleeping in the bathtub tonight."

I blinked.

Once.
Twice.

Was this some elaborate scam? Or did someone just... text the wrong number in the most chaotic way possible?

Me:

"Uh. Not your hyung. And I definitely don't know a Changbin. But now I want chips too, so thanks for the craving."

A pause. Then—

Unknown Number:

"WAIT. OMG. I AM SO SORRY. You're not Minho-hyung?!"

Me:

"Nope. I'm Yuna. Not a Minho. Not a hyung. Just a college student currently suffering through existential dread and a lack of snacks."

Unknown Number:

"...That was poetic. Are you a writer or something?"

Me:

"Nope. Just sleep-deprived and dramatic."

Unknown Number:

"Respect. I'm Jisung. Sorry for invading your snackless night. I hope you find chips and purpose soon."

And just like that, I smiled. At a total stranger. A chaotic stranger who somehow made me forget how miserable I was for a moment.

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[Han Jisung's POV]

"I texted the wrong number," I muttered, staring at my phone with wide eyes and cheeks already burning.

Changbin, who was halfway through stealing another handful of my chips, froze. "You what?"

"I thought I was texting Minho-hyung, okay?" I defended, holding up my phone. "Instead, I accidentally texted some girl named Yuna about you eating my snacks."

Felix snorted from the couch. "Wait, you actually talked to her?"

"Yeah, but she's funny," I said, grinning. "She called herself sleep-deprived and dramatic."

"She sounds like you," Seungmin said, not looking up from his game.

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow from across the room. "You gonna tell her who you are?"

"No way!" I yelped. "I'm not trying to get doxxed."

Chan looked up from his laptop. "So you're just gonna... keep texting her? As 'some guy named Jisung'?"

"I mean... yeah?"

There was a moment of silence before everyone simultaneously groaned.

"This is either going to be really cute or end in total disaster," Minho muttered.

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[Yuna's POV – Three Days Later]

Jisung had become part of my daily routine.

It was weird, sure. I didn't even know what he looked like. But texting him was easy. Effortless. He was clever and strange in a very specific way — sending me late-night shower thoughts like:

"Do you think ducks ever feel existential dread?"
"I watched a video of a goat falling off a trampoline and now I can't stop laughing help."
"Do you like sad songs or songs that sound happy but have depressing lyrics?"

That one got me. I replied:

"Happy-sounding sad songs are elite. It's like dancing through the pain."

And he'd sent back:

"That's probably the most accurate description of me I've ever heard."

I didn't ask too many questions. He didn't volunteer too many answers. But the mystery was part of the fun.

Still, a small voice in my head whispered: Who is he, really?

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[Han Jisung's POV]

I hadn't meant to keep talking to her. It just... happened.

Every time I picked up my phone, I was tempted to text her. She was funny, thoughtful, and actually listened — like really listened. The kind of person who made you feel like your weirdest thoughts weren't so weird after all.

But now the guys were invested too. Unfortunately.

"You texted her again?" Jeongin leaned over my shoulder. "Bro. That's, like, four days in a row."

"It's not that serious," I mumbled, locking my screen.

"It's adorable," Felix whispered.

"I bet she thinks he's a normal dude with a normal job," Hyunjin added, sipping his smoothie.

"Should we fake a job for him? I vote accountant," Seungmin said.

"NO," I groaned. "None of you are allowed to talk to her. Ever. Don't ruin this for me."

Minho just smirked and muttered something under his breath that I'm pretty sure was "Too late."

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[Group Chat: SKZ🔥🔥🔥]

Han🐿️: DO NOT text her. I mean it.
Felix🐣: she seems sweet 🥺
Changbin💪: tell her I'm not a chip thief
Seungmin🐶: that's literally the first thing she knows about you
Chan🐺: Just be careful, yeah?
Han🐿️: I know. I am. I just... like her.
Jeongin🦊: you're whipped
Hyunjin🥟: welcome to the club

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[Yuna's POV – One Week Later]

Something was... off.

Jisung was normal. Almost too normal.

He never posted on social media. Always vague about what he did for a living. "Just work stuff" or "I'm in a group with a bunch of guys who stress me out and steal my snacks."

But he made me laugh. Like, stomach-hurting laugh. And he never made me feel like I had to be anything but me.

Still, the curiosity itched at the back of my mind.

Who was this Jisung?

And why did it feel like I'd already met him before?