ONGOING CALL
JISOO
30:25
“You still haven’t found him?”
“No. How about there?”
“Saan?”
“Sa hospital, tanga.”
“A–ah, eto na nga oh. Hinahanap na namin ni Jeonghan. Nagpatulong na rin kami sa ibang nurse para mapabilis.”
“Good. Because I swear, cheol, pag may nangyari kay Jihoon hindi mo na siya makikita.”
“BUT HE’S MINE!”
“Yes, he is. But legally, he’s still mine. You haven’t signed legal ownership, cheol.”
“What the fuck, Jisoo.”
“Hey, don’t curse at him!”
“It’s a pre-caution. Hindi porke’t kaibigan kita, buong tiwalang ibibigay ko si Jihoon ng ganun lang. He’s a tramatized one, remember?”
“. . . .”
“Work harder, cheol. That is, kung gusto mo pang makita si Jihoon. Pero sa lagay ngayon I think—”
“I don’t care what the fuck you think. Jihoon or Woozi, whatever you wanna call him, he’s mine. You know better than to touch what’s mine, Joshua.”
“Good, then. Work hard. Can you give the phone to Jeonghan for a second?”
“Why.”
“Kailangan lahat alam mo? Baka pati kung ano ginagawa namin gusto mo—”
“Jeonghan, phone.”
“. . . .”
“Hello, soo.”
“Can you sneak out of there?”
“Why? I can’t. Hinahanap pa namin si Hoonie—”
“Nakita ko na siya, Han. Now, can you sneak out of there? Uuwi na tayo. They need to talk it out.”
“TALAGA—”
“Ugh, shut up. Hindi pa alam ni Seungcheol ‘yon.”
“Sungit mo naman, mahal. May dalaw ka ba?”
“I don’t bleed, Jeonghan.”
“Oh? But you did the fir—”
“THAT WAS YOUR FAULT, DICKHEAD.”
“Oww, stop shouting. Sensitive ang tenga ko.”
“Oh, you think mine isn’t? Parehas lang tayong sensitive ang tenga.”
“Oo na. Kailan ba ako nanalo sayo?”
“You haven’t. Because you know I’m always right. And you love me.”
“You talk as if you don’t love me.”
“Aww, baby boo, of course I do. Now stop pouting and sneak out. I’m sleepy.”
“Magpapaalam ba muna ako?”
“. . . Kaya minsan napapaisip ako kung bakit ba kita mahal eh. Malamang, hindi. Sneak out nga diba? May tatakas bang nagpapaalam?”
“Meron. Ako.”
“. . . .”
“And you know you love me because I know all your sensi—”
“JEONGHAN!”
“Kung maglalandian lang kayong dalawa, pwedeng akin na ‘yung phone ko? I could use it better than phone sex.”
“Bata ka ba? This isn’t sex. It’s called dirty talk. Sex is when I have my dick out and—”
“Shut up!”
“I didn’t need to hear that!”
“You provoked me.”
“Sigh.”
“Give me my phone. Now.”
“. . . .”
“Bigay mo na. Tapos sabihin mo magc-cr ka, then we’ll leave.”
“Jeonghan. Isa.”
“Wag mo ‘kong gamitan ng ganyang tono, hindi kita amo. Gusto mo makalmot?”
“Patience, honey. Patience.”
“. . . can you just please give me my phone?”
“. . . . soo, what do I do now?”
“Wala na. I already instructed a nurse, just sneak out because I need my sleep.”
“. . . .”
“As if. You don’t need sleep, you need me, babe.”
“Shut up and just come here.”
“Sigh.”
“Hmm, okay. Bye.”
“Hmm.”
CALL ENDED
1:02:36
“Okay na?”
“Yeah.”
“O–oy, teka, saan ka pupunta?!”
“Leak.”
“What?”
“I’m gonna take a leak. Ano ba? Pati ba sa banyo, gusto mong sumama? Baka pati sa kwarto—”
“STOP! Are you always like this?”
“I like talking blunt. Fuck off.”
“Paano ka ba natitiis ni Jisoo?! Ang sakit mo sa ulo tas ang rude mo sumagot.”
“Kasi mahal niya ‘ko. Just like how Woozi can endure living with an idiot like you.”
“. . . .”
“. . . .”
“. . . rude.”
“. . . .”
“Sir! May nakakita daw po sa hinahanap niyo sa may chapel. Gusto niyo po ba icheck namin—”
“No. I can manage. Thank you.”
“Are you sure, sir?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“. . . .”
“. . . .”
“I hope you’re fine, Ji . . .”
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hzhsjzj monday pala ngayon
akala ko linggo pa lang ;--;
