#p: wrong number

[witchysethharper]

Continued from here.

Text: you insinuating I make mistakes witch

Text: No sir

Text: Maybe you should...stop...thinking about me? 

@raidenproulx

[sehun247]

wrong number ∬ ybr&osh

Sehun groaned loudly as he rolled over on the bed, his head pounding from too many drinks the night before. It wasn’t as uncommon as it should have been, and he let out a loud sigh as he moved to sit up on the bed. He could tell immediately that he was alone, although he knew that he hadn’t gone to sleep that way. But it wasn’t really much of a surprise that the guy had up and left sometime before he’d woken up, they did that a lot.

He was still naked, and he walked over to find his pants from the previous night’s outing, guessing that his phone would be somewhere in their contents as well. He stooped and picked them up, only horror and remembrance quickly dawned as he took in the tattered fabric. That asshole had actually ripped his pants. Gaze still bleary, but annoyance thrumming in his veins, he grabbed his newly recovered phone and immediately scrolled to Jongin’s number - or what he thought was his number.

[msg ; ????] this motherfUCKER I took home last night fucking rIPPED my jeans. [msg ; ????] How the fuck does some hulk ass man rip my jeans you ask?? [msg ; ????] I DON’T KNOW BUT I’M PISSED. He just ripped them off me and fuckiNG [msg ; ????] those jeans were from the new collection. [msg ; ????] the sex wasn’t even that great. [msg ; ????] ALL IN ALL A SHIT NIGHT.

He didn’t double check that the messages had gone to the right person, and simply groaned one final time before walking over the kitchen. He was badly in need of water, and perhaps another drink to dull the aching headache.

@247xbora

[witchysethharper]

[text] I can't stop thinking about you

Seth looked at his phone the moment he got the notification and had to do a double take at the name and message. Neither of those two fit well together on his lock screen and he swallowed thickly, debating ignoring it until he realized that might not bode well for him...or whoever Raiden meant to be texting? He hesitated before unlocking his phone and sending a quick response back. 

Text: Wrong number?

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@raidenproulx

[yxxnim-blog1]

wrong number ; yoona&sungyeol

Anyone could stand two dozen feet from Yoona's apartment door and hear her music blasting loudly from the speakers, and catch the scent of alcohol and cigarettes even through the walls. Yes, Im Yoona was shamelessly drunk, sitting on her living room floor and swaying by herself.

She never really liked being alone, but she couldn't really think of anyone she wants to come over, until she remembered her ex-boyfriend. They hadn't seen each other in a while after all, and even though she had deleted his number (childish, she knows), she can still memorize it.

[ sms ] » hhey, you shpuld soooo come over right now, i got a few bottles of tequila and anothwr bottle of jager thats waiting to be opened xoxo

Fingers gliding over the touch screen, Yoona laughed between hiccups as she typed out the the phone number. Getting intoxicated hadn't been a part of her plan for tonight, but the mental block that prevented her from working on her paper made her give up halfway through and down a few shots.

Without a second thought, or a second glance at the phone number, she hit send.

[myeonghwan-hara]

wrong number || hara&youngjae.

Although they had know each other for some time, it surprised Hara how she hadn't actually been to the twins home since their arrival. They lived within walking distance of each other and yet she had never seen the inside of their apartment. It baffled her and so when she finally found time away from her job(s) that wasnt too late, she picked up her phone and made the decision to surprise the two with a visit.

She quickly scribbled the apartment number onto a notepad by her before folding it into her pocket and briskly walking her way towards the Shinhwa complex. Ascending the three levels it took, she searched the doors for the right apartment. After a quick moment she grinned to herself, coming to the right door.

Knocking three times, her smile faded when someone that wasn't Ara opened the door.

"Y-Y-Youngjae?"