&& -- STARTING POINT : @jolisfille
Photoshoots seem to have always been rather nerve-wrecking to him, considering the fact that he hasn’t been photographed all that much; compared to other artists anyway. Either way, the shoot went nicely and they were all able to wrap things up without much difficulty. Upon entering his changing room, he had grabbed his phone -- or what he thought was his phone -- clutching the device tightly in his palm. Hyuk didn’t quite think to look at the phone or to even check the time, let alone his notifications. And so, he went on and packed things up as he got ready to visit his few friends at a club to perform a small gig he had agreed to help out.
Heading out of the studio, he quickened his pace to catch a cab and once he got comfortable in the backseat, he pulled out his phone to unlock only to be taken aback by the foreign background image. That... was not his phone? How strange must it be for two people in the same set to have the exact same phone with the exact same phone case. Hyuk leaned his head against the headrest, heaving a heavy sigh. He was never going to be able to contact his friends, all the reason being he never had the thought of memorizing the phone numbers at the top of his head. As the driver continued to drive to the venue, Hyuk tried multiple unlock codes only to get “timeouts” for a minute or two. Or 27.
As soon as he arrived, he decided to call his own phone as he figured out the other person that had the hold of it must have been trying to find its owner as well. Thank all the good things in the world, he remembers his own phone number. Then again, who wouldn’t?
Ring, ring, ring. And he waits, waits and waits.
