unsolved,
@ftlina / november 2018, where taewoo accidentally butt dials lina
it’s odd, really, how fucking terrifying it is even thinking of talking to her, face to face without any texting involved. hell, even talking to her on the phone would be out of his comfort zone.
taewoo lounged back, fingers braided and placed behind his head. it was well into the night; the members of static were supposed to have an off week, but is there really ever time to rest when you’re trying to reach the top? he had began preparing for static’s upcoming comeback with the title song “shine”, learning a few dance moves here and there from a teammate in charge of choreography (he’s good at making lyrics, not dancing). but it felt as if they had been going at it for hours on end and a break was in order.
and so taewoo sat in silence, dreaming, with his phone in his back pocket.
how was he going to pull this off, confessing to lina that he liked her? taewoo had it worked out in his head, but doing it for real was, for the most part, absolutely horrifying. there were so many was it could all go to shit and so few to where it would actually work out: were the odds really in his favor?
taewoo and lina had been conversing back and forth through text for the better part of four months, and taewoo -- unarguably -- has had a crush on her for longer than that. the shred of hope that she had a soft-spot for him, too, was keeping him alive and pushing him to confess, but his doubts were still there. they were there, festering, crumbling peace of mind, pushing away--
he heard a voice, soft and seemingly coming from his pocket. quickly, he pulled his phone out (buttdialing, again?) and placed it to his ear, not looking at the screen to see who it was because it was always a manager or his mother anyways.
“hey, sorry about that,” but then he heard a laugh, a laugh that belonged to a voice that belonged to the one person he was dreadding talking to without the convenient, editing abilities that texting allows. in a moment, it felt as if all the fascia in his body turned into cement (and the dread of never buying a new phone because this one obviously keeps glitching seeped into all the cracks).