Jaebum thought about Youngjae the whole week. Something inside of him was telling him to just say yes, but any common sense he had was telling him he was an idiot. He didn't know who Youngjae was—hell he didn't even know if Youngjae actually knew all those people he said he knew. Maybe Youngjae was some stalker that found out the names of Jaebum's friends.
But Jaebum really didn't want to spend another day alone. As a self managed singer-songwriter, he wasn't very successful. He had to work his ass off day and night writing and producing songs from his home so he could post them to his soundcloud; he could only hope that his work would pay off and his popularity would grow. That being said, he refused to leave the house unless he had a valid reason, and Youngjae was a perfectly valid reason to Jaebum
gaybum:
hey
youngchoi:
hi jaebum
are we gonna meet up or nah
gaybum:
we still don't really know each other
so why don't we talk more
youngchoi:
wait that wasn't a no
HELL YEAH
gaybum:
don't make me change my mind
youngchoi:
you won't regret this
gaybum:
i better not
youngchoi:
well let's start off simple
when were you born
gaybum:
january 6
1994
youngchoi:
aw
i was born september 17 1996
gaybum:
what's your job
youngchoi:
i work at my friend's cafe
he lets me sing and play the piano in front of the customers sometimes
gaybum:
you play music?
youngchoi:
i write it too
gaybum:
same
that's my job actually
youngchoi:
whoa am i texting a famous person
have i heard you on the radio
gaybum:
yeah no
youngchoi:
that's disappointing
gaybum:
you're disappointing
you waiter
youngchoi:
i didn't come here to be bullied
gaybum:
well you know what
...
are you not going to answer
fine