Wrong Number | Han Jisung

Operation: Don't Get Exposed (Fails Instantly)

[Yuna's POV]

At this point, I was running on caffeine, suspicion, and blind emotional attachment.

I hadn't technically confirmed anything, but I had enough tiny, strange clues to fill an entire conspiracy board. There were voices that sounded too familiar, comments that slipped too easily, and one too many texts saying, "Can't talk right now, rehearsing aerial flips with a kangaroo-hyper roommate."

Not normal behavior.

Still, I wasn't going to push. Not yet.

Instead, I casually dropped a bomb:

Me:

"I'm gonna be downtown this weekend. Might hit that new dessert café. They say the croissants are life-changing 👀"

Jisung:

"Oh cool! Lmk if you go. Don't get kidnapped!"

He had no idea I was baiting him.

See, the new dessert café? It was two blocks away from a building I was 89% sure was Stray Kids' company.

Just a coincidence. Totally.

Unless... he panicked.

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[Han Jisung's POV]

"She's coming downtown," I said, voice shaking. "To that café."

The room erupted into chaos.

"WE HAVE TO MOVE BUILDINGS," Hyunjin declared.

"She can't find out!" Seungmin groaned. "We haven't even picked her group bias for the introduction yet!"

"She's gonna walk past our window, see Felix eating whipped cream out of a can, and know," Minho muttered.

"Should we disguise ourselves?" Jeongin asked, already holding up a mustache.

"No. No, we play it cool," Chan said, the only voice of reason. "If she sees us, we're just normal guys. Just... very loud, suspiciously athletic guys with matching sneakers."

"Okay, Operation 'Don't Get Exposed' starts now," I said.

And it failed literally three hours later.

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[Yuna's POV]

I didn't expect to run into anyone. Honestly, I was planning to just sit in the café and casually vibe-detect. Maybe see a guy sprint past with suspiciously good hair and go, Aha!.

But then.

I saw them.

Four boys.

Running down the sidewalk.

One in pink sweatpants and sunglasses. One with a bucket hat and a camera. One with a bag of snacks. And the fourth?

Screaming into a walkie-talkie.

No, seriously. A full walkie-talkie.

They zoomed past the window like anime characters, and I blinked so hard I nearly inhaled powdered sugar.

I immediately texted Jisung.

Me:

"So I just saw four guys run past this café like they were on fire. One was yelling into a walkie-talkie. Was that you?"

Jisung:

"I'm not at the café! I swear!! Also walkie-talkies are cool and very affordable!"

That's not a denial.

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[Han Jisung's POV]

"She saw us. SHE SAW US."

"I told you the walkie-talkie was too much!" Chan groaned.

"I thought it made us look professional!" I cried.

"You tripped over a pigeon," Seungmin said flatly.

Hyunjin was wheezing in the corner. "I... I can't breathe... she said one of us looked like we were on fire... It was literally just Felix in pink pants!"

"They're fuchsia!" Felix shouted.

We had to regroup. Literally.

Back at the dorm, I sat in the center of the room, surrounded by seven agents of chaos, trying to salvage my dignity.

"I just—why didn't I stay anonymous?" I whined.

"Because you're a simp," Minho said. "You liked her the second she told you she hated bananas."

"Banana milk is gross and you all know it!"

"HERESY," Felix gasped.

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[Yuna's POV]

I didn't confront him. Not yet.

But something in my gut said I was close. Dangerously close. And the more I tried to get to the bottom of it, the deeper I fell into the absolute twilight zone that was Jisung's life.

That night, he texted me:

Jisung:

"If you ever had to pretend to be someone else for a day, what would your fake identity be?"

Me:

"Oh, easy. I'd be a rich heiress who 'accidentally' buys a tiger."

Jisung:

"Okay but plot twist: the tiger is also pretending to be someone else."

Me:

"This is the weirdest fanfic ever and I'm into it."

We never talk like normal people. But I never want to.

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[Han Jisung's POV]

I couldn't tell her.

Not yet.

Not when I was knee-deep in this stupid, chaotic lie with no real exit strategy.

But that night, I stood on the dorm balcony with my hoodie up, phone in hand, and finally said the thing I'd been dodging for weeks.

Me:

"If I ever tell you the whole truth... just know I never wanted to trick you. I just didn't want the way we talk to change."

It took her two minutes to reply.

Yuna:

"I get it. You're not ready. But I'm still here. Even if you're secretly a famous underwater breakdancer or something."

...

I sat down on the cold concrete, heart pounding, and smiled like an idiot.

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[Group Chat: Operation Don't Get Exposed 💥]

Chan🐺:Yuna didn't find out. Crisis averted.
Minho🐰:For now.
Felix🐣:Can we still use the disguises?
Changbin🐷:I bought a fake beard.
Jeongin🦊:I'm wearing mine now. It's itchy.
Hyunjin🥟:New plan: if she shows up again, we tell her we're in a dance cult.
Seungmin🐶:Honestly more believable than the truth.