celestial strings | h.js

five.

"Anyway, I strapped a note on it," you muttered to yourself then, recalling your lunch break when you clearly made sure you tied a ribbon around the sparrow before flying it off to the school. Pouting, you scrunched the side of your mouth. "Maybe it dropped my note somewhere."

Jisung huffed out a hopeless laugh as he began walking, making sure you were following him and never going too quickly for your pace. "You know, people here don't send birds, we use phones," he commented. "You should probably invest in one."

You grimaced, reaching to your pocket and pulling out an old smartphone. You showed it to him, waving it, and said, "I do have one."

The look of betrayal Jisung flashed you was dramatic at best. He looked like you just told him you hate puppies and that you have purposefully run over a few with your nonexistence car. You rolled your eyes at him, not really in the mood to deal with whatever stunt he planned to pull about you having a phone and not telling him so you just handed the device to him.

"Just add your number in," you said.

He grinned as he snatched your phone away from your hand. He examined it initially, his brows failing to hide a judgemental scrunch when he realized about what year the smartphone came out in. He was quick to disregard that as he unlocked your phone; he wrote a mental note to himself to remind you to give your phone a password.

You could hear his excruciatingly obnoxious typing sounds and you prayed for the your phone's poor screen. After he was done, Jisung gave his mobile a call to make sure he made no mistake before handing it back to you. His grin was cheeky and wide. It seemed like he was up to no good.

You turned it on to check for your contacts. It wasn't hard to find him. With no relatives and no friends, you only got a few essential numbers stored in your phone, like your boss and your co-workers. But the thing that made his contact pop out the most was the name he set for himself. It left an immediate frown on your face.

"Best friend Han?" You questioned, blinking at the red heart emoji sparkling next to his name.

"Mmhmm." He nodded as he showed you his phone. "I put your name like that too, my best friend!"

You looked at his phone, a fit of giggle bubbling up threateningly when you saw the same red heart next to your name. "Do you add hearts to everyone's name or are you just weird when it comes to me?" you asked when he retreated his hand to look at his screen.

He innocently scrolled at his phone and puffed out his cheeks. He let his cheeks stay jutted out with a pursed smile as he shook his head. "No, it's just you. And it's not weird, it's..." He told you, his eyes rolled up to the sky as he thought for a while. "I don't know what it is. I just felt like doing it."

The hysteric laughter that once surfaced reduced to small, gentle hiccups of joy under your breath. That was a very Jisung thing to say; impulsive but somehow it worked out to his favor, and the impulsivity brought you solace due to how closely you related it to him. Putting your phone back into your pocket, you nodded at him as a simple response.

You two shared a moment of silence. For once, Jisung chose to delay a topic of choice and instead to enjoy the laid-back sensation where both of you walked quietly down the street, presumably where the bus-stop was since you hadn't raised the idea of teleporting both of you back to his home yet. You, too, enjoyed not having to constantly think of something to say despite rather liking how chattery Jisung has been with you so far.

"So..." It took Jisung a while to clear his throat and break the silence. You perked up at his voice but didn't turn to look at him. "How's your day been? How is work?"

You were quick to shrug in response. "Normal. Nothing special happened. I did my job and stayed away from people when I can."

"That's not very fun." Jisung frowned. "You should at least try to befriend other people, you know? They might be able to help you down the line."