"yo; uh, new phone, who is this?"
you bought a phone off of ebay. once you opened it, you find a contact of the seller and you jokingly text his number, not expecting a reply back.
she massaged the rice filled bag her phone was in, hoping her phone would dry up.
she dropped it down the toilet, somehow. she doesn't want to share the story.
she took the phone out of the bag and jammed the power button in hopes of the screen coming back to life once again.
it didn't.
maybe it was time to get a new phone?
—- (y/n)'s pov
crumple pop crumple
the noises from the bubble wrap popping soothed my senses with the satisfying crunch. i took the contents out of the brown box. it was a phone in it's box, but the box was wrapped to be the same color as the packing box. i took it out to find no charger and no headphones. sighing, i lifted up the lid that held the phone. it was a gold iphone 7+, and it seemed to be clean. i clicked the power button, and was greeted with a wallpaper with some random guy on it. did the seller not reset the phone beforehand..?
i tapped the home button but was shown the passcode screen. i grumbled to myself. how the hell am i supposed to unlock this?
i searched the box in hopes of finding a password clue. there was a folded piece of paper taped to the inside of the lid. i peeled it out and unfolded it.
467365
i copied the password into the cellphone and it unlocked, this time showing me another photo. it showed the same man on the home screen but posing with a girl. maybe they were lovers?
i scrolled through the folders to simply find social media apps and selfie editing apps. there was a folder containing messaging apps, and one seemed to have a notification. i opened it up and was greeted with a chat.
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this was from a week ago... the contact didnt have a picture, so i clicked back and was found with the only other conversation. this time, it was from a guy named "yoongs".
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damn.
whoever owned this phone before was a cheating little skank. i pitied the hoseok dude. i decided to investigate further. i tapped a file folder with recently deleted messages and was found with only texts from a dude named "gukkie" and some other guy named "jinnieboo". she really tryna pull all these guys.
hmm.
she has to be hiding something.
i peeped through the camera roll.
holy. shit.
nudes from a woman scattered the screens, along with dick pics and and other inappropriate... things. the woman seemed to be young, maybe around 21-27, just like me. whoever owned this phone before was a freak, and that was a fact. i exited the app and looked further. there was nothing more other than the phone app and other irrelevant things.
i tapped on the spotify app, which seemed to be still logged in, which was good in my case. one less thing to pay for. i looked through the created to find another playlist named the same as the password. i tapped it. there was a playlist, and out of curiosity i pressed shuffle.
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"wherever you go i'm going with you babe, going with you babe i will and i must, oh i definitely wouldn't miss a thing"
(flashback) "(y/n)?" a voice asked, soft and gentle from behind. she knew whose voice it was. "god, jimin. that's enough. we're over. you know that. please, stop coming back to me. we can't be doing this anymore." i muttered, my eyes tinged with wetness.
we were leaving each other. we didn't have the same aims in life, so why bother? he wanted to pursue his dream of being a triple threat (a dancer, singer, and actor) while i wanted to just focus on becoming a dance teacher. i was gonna be in his way.
"(y/n), please." he muttered, and i could sense the crack in his voice. we were down an empty street now, and i shook my head and walked on. he caught up to me and grabbed my shoulder with a tight grip and turned me around. i was crying a bit now, and he was doing the same.
"jimin. i want you to pursue your dream. if we stay together, you're going to worry about me. i want you to only worry about being the dancer you've aspired to be and focus on the successful future you're going to have. you're already a SOPA graduate, so you have everything covered. i'm just gonna drag you down." i sighed, wiping my tears with my sweater's sleeve.
"you promised you'd always be with me, (y/n). why? why now?" he cried out in both sadness and anger.
"when you're lost on your own and you're wondering if i'm following just know wherever you go i'm going with you babe, going with you babe"
"because when it come's to the future of the person i love, i ask myself, am i in their way of success? if i am, what can i do to help them succeed?", i spoke. "i asked myself this when you told me of your career choice, and i've decided. i'm leaving you, and it's for the best." i said, a mournful smile on my face. i let go of his hand that gripped my shoulder and looked him in the eye before walking off down the street, not looking back.
i hope you understand.
(end of flashback)
i shook my head and paused the song. i shouldn't keep thinking about that. i thought to myself. i exited out of the app and opened up the phone app and tapped the first contact that appeared. I held the phone to my ear as the ringing subsided and a voice rang out.
"hello?"
(a/n: hello readers! i hope you enjoyed the first part of this short story. please leave a like and comment if you enjoyed. now, what do you think (y/n)'s password means? it spells out a name of someone. you can figure it out!)
