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♚ bc yolo
Voicemail; Confession
“Hey, Minhee. It’s Minjun- your favorite. I was just calling to let you know that uh– well, I’m not really as direction impaired as I make it seem. I mean, I’ve been working here for like four years– I just like spending time with you. Your voice is nice to listen to, you know. So… yeah, I just wanted to let you know….”
Hand on the handle of the practice room he knew just where he was. One of his favorite voices could be heard clear as day in the other side of the door and he paused only for a moment-- not wanting to interrupt such a pleasant sound in his ears. It was almost a shame she’d stop as soon as he entered, just like she always did, but he’d regret not even saying hello to one of his favorite idols. Only a moment longer and he was taking a deep breath, small smile on his features as he pushed open the door, keeping his hand on the handle to keep his bearings.
“Mickey.” The man grinned in the direction he hoped she was. “I thought I heard you-- how are you today?” Always the small talker, Minjun wasn’t any different around the idol. “It seems I’m lost again, funny, right?” An awkward laugh from him and he was shrugging his shoulders, ducking his head a little. “Ah... are you busy, right now?”
