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Title: Wrong Number
Length: one-shot
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, fluff, romance
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary: you’ve got the wrong number
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
A/N: I know I promised to focus on only Project Aria during the month November, but at the moment, I’m having a difficulty in writing out the second half part of chapter five, so I’m trying my best to get distracted while waiting for my muse to come back from its holiday trip
Oh, and just as an info, the methods of evading a call were tried out by me when an annoying jerk constantly called me. He didn’t recently, and I’m glad. I could only hope he won’t call me ever again
This is inspired by Wrong Number, both the MV and the lyric :D translation is taken from http://www.asianhitmusic.com/video/tvxq-wrong-number-lyric-with-translation/, just so you know where I get it from :3
Oh, and as for whose PoV, you should know by the opening scene if you’ve watched the MV
Enjoy~ and if you do, don’t forget to leave a comment just because I’m a comment whore like that xD
Special thanks to isamijae who made me watch the MV and read the translation in English
I’m Sorry You Got the Wrong Number
I lay down on my back, my arms on my sides, yet I couldn’t feel them. I was tired. So tired. I stared blankly at the cream white ceiling while waiting for something to happen. Something that I knew would happen everyday without fail.
The phone rang again. It was that same ring tone I used for calls from unknown numbers. The first time it happened, it started out as annoying. But maybe I’ve gotten used to it now, or I was too frustrated to find it annoying.
Reaching out to grab my phone, I almost knocked the half-full wine glass down, spilling its dark red content on the flaming red carpet, but I didn’t. I saw the familiar number on the screen, and pressed the ‘answer’ button, laying it beside my head while changing it to loudspeaker mode.
“Hello, Jaejoongie. How are you today?”
It was still the same female voice I’ve come to know, like, and hate. It was my ex-girlfriend who left me for another guy, yet didn’t stop bothering me with her calls.
“What do you want?” I grunted out as best as I could, my voice hoarse and croaky as my mind was fuzzy with intoxication. Maybe I’ve had a little too much to drink.
“Aw, that’s no way to talk to your beloved. How was your day? Was the outing with your colleagues fun? How is the restaurant down the road? You had dinner there, right? Was it good?”
I was always amazed at how she managed to know everything I did in a day, from early morning to late at night. Was she stalking me? Did she send someone to stalk me?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I ground out, the irritation multiplying tenfold. I gritted my teeth, and clenched my fist. It took me a lot of will not to punch the phone and destroy it. “I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Aw, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You don’t have to hide anything from me. If you can, at all.”
I could hear the hint of a laugh in her voice. It was so clear, so evident. The mocking laugh that was her trademark. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what I saw in her back then. How the hell did I come into a conclusion that she was a sweet, nice girl?
“Oh, and who was that girl you were walking with before you got home? Is she the one you were talking to when you didn’t answer my call?”
I took a deep breath and counted to ten. I didn’t want to snap, not to a female. It had always been against my code of ethics to raise my voice or fist to a girl, but she was starting to really get on my nerves. Maybe it was only a matter of time before I forgot I even have that code.
Or maybe a few more glasses of wine.
“I don’t know who you are, and what you’re talking about, okay? I’d really appreciate it if you shut up and stop calling me,” I said in one breath, and I was surprised myself that I could hold my breath that long. “You’ve got the wrong number.”
I pressed the ‘end call’ button, and let it rest beside my head as I heaved a sigh of relief. It felt so good. To finally say what I wanted to say for a long time. I didn’t know how I could gather enough courage to do so. Maybe the wine played a great role.
Or maybe not. I couldn’t care less. At least I did what I wanted to.
The ring tone played again as the phone rang, and I could feel tears of frustration welling at the corner of my eyes. She had been shamelessly bothering me for the past three months-since the time she left me. I’ve tried everything I could to stop her from calling me, but none seemed to work.
I’ve tried turning my phone off. I’ve tried rejecting her calls. I’ve even tried answering the call, but leaving it on the desk while I wandered off elsewhere. I tried everything, yet she persistently called. And now, even after I claimed she got the wrong number, she still called.
I pressed the ‘reject’ call button, hoping she would get a hint-but then again, when did she ever? It was a wonder how anyone could stand her, and it must’ve been a miracle I could.
I’ve erased everything about her. I’ve removed our pictures together. I’ve thrown away everything she gave me. I’ve even gotten a new number so that she wouldn’t know.
Yet she did. And it was a mystery I yet had to reveal.
The phone rang again. Again and again. I left it to ring, hoping she would get tired, and stop calling. I knew it was wishful thinking since it never worked before, but I was desperate.
The doorbell suddenly rang, and I pushed my body up, with much effort. I dragged my feet all the way to the front door, and I opened it, unconsciously heaving a sigh of relief when I saw the familiar figure standing in front of me.
Someone I haven’t seen in quite some time. A month, yet I missed him more than I did her.
I opened my mouth to greet him, my throat constricting painfully. “Hey Yunho,” I said with a weak smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice the eye bags. “Glad to see you.”
He pulled me forward a little harshly, but his hug and touches were nothing short of gentle. I let my eyes flutter close at the soothing warmth, and drown myself in him. His cologne, his warmth, his voice, his everything.
“Did something happen?” he asked, and I could tell that he was frowning. “I tried calling you but you didn’t answer.”
“I’m sorry,” I pushed him back, and looked into his eyes. They were still as deep and warm as I remember them to be. As deep and as warm as the time when he came to comfort me after she stood me up.
The phone rang again, and I turned around to look at it. He let go of me, and I instinctively let out a sigh of disappointment, although I quickly covered it up as I followed him inside.
I watched him take the phone in his hand, and press the ‘answer’ button. I rested my head on the coffee table as I listened to him speaking into the phone.
“I am politely requesting for you to stop calling him. If I find that you still terror him with your calls, I could get you sued. I know a lawyer, and I know your attorney would never stand a chance against him.”
A pause, and I could hear angry voice from the other end, although I couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“This is Jaejoong’s boyfriend. You lost your chance so stop trying.”
My eyes snapped wide open as I stared at him, my mouth agape. He turned to me, and chuckled lowly before he reached out and held my chin with his hand, closing my mouth.
“As cute as you look gaping like that, it’s not good for your jaw,” he commented, and I knew I was blushing. But in what, I wasn’t sure.
“Thank you,” I said softly as I looked at the phone, and noticed that she wasn’t calling again. “I could only hope she wouldn’t call me again.”
“If she did, tell me, and I’ll really sue her,” Yunho said, patting my cheek. “And you know, you really should try getting a new lover if you don’t want her to bother you.”
I looked at him funny, and a small grin spread on my face. “Are you asking me out?” I asked cheekily. I’ve never told anyone before, but I’ve liked him even before I met her. At that time, my insecurity got the best of me, and I never got to tell him how I felt. This time, it was different.
“No,” he said, his face serious, and I felt my breath hitch a little in anticipation. Would he hate me now that I’ve made my feelings for him obvious?
“Oh, so-“
“I’m already your boyfriend.”
And with that said, he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss that we had been waiting for so long to share.
Don’t Call Me No More