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The wrong number || Ch. 1

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


Genre- Angst

Description- After the encounter over the phone, there is only one question that rests on Jungkook’s mind. Who was she?

Word count- 2,054

~Jungkook’s POV~

I rushed around the bedroom frantically looking for my phone, somebody had called four times already, who was that desperate to talk to me? Then I remembered who I was, it actually wasn’t uncommon for people to want to talk me, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

I lifted up the pillow, as the phone went off for the fifth time. I could hear that it was close. The amount of calls I was getting was ridiculous, someone was really eager. As I flung the pillow back on the bed the phone flew out of it, sliding as it came in contact with the floor. That was the last thing I wanted. I had broken my last phone, this one was given to me, and I was still incapable of looking after it. I snatched up the phone just as it rang for the sixth time and pressed the answer button.

“Um, h-hello?” A voice spoke quietly. I froze, this was definitely a call from an international number.

“H-hello.” I replied, not knowing what more to say, I couldn’t speak much English. What was I supposed to do now?

“Pardon?” It was a female voice. She must not have heard what I said, I giggled as she said pardon. It brought back memories.

“I can’t speak English very well, sorry.” I was embarrassed, my accent must have been obvious too. There was something about this girl that made all my confidence melt away. I had always been a shy person, but what I was experiencing at this moment was something different. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

It was then I heard the loud chime of bells. But there were no bells around, I assumed it was coming from over the phone. I could hear bells? It couldn’t possibly mean what I thought it meant, could it?

“Do you speak Korea- I mean- well of course you do, since your Korean, right?” She stumbled over her words, she was more nervous than me.

“R-right.” I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to understand. 

“Do you know anyone by the name of Hana?” I was taken aback by her sudden change in language. Thank god, she could speak Korean, this could have gone on for hours.

“What’s a- I mean who is Hana?” I questioned. I really had no idea who she was talking about. She sighed.

“Uh, well-uh- I must have got the wrong number, sorry!” I would have let her turn off the phone, but there was something about her, I couldn’t let her go without at least finding out her name.

“What’s your name?” I mumbled. I had never really asked any girl her name, not out of sheer curiosity anyway. There was a long silence.

“My name is… Y/N.” she answered. Y/N, that name echoed in my head. “I’ve told you my name, but what’s your name?” I was surprised about her asking my name. I didn’t want to tell her my name so soon, if I did she may never call me again. I had no idea why I was taking so much interest in this girl

“I’ll only tell you my name if you call the wrong number again, by chance,” I said. I wasn’t sure what I was talking about myself, it was as if these words were coming from somewhere else

“That’s hardly fair.” she answered sounding slightly annoyed.

“I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we talk to each other, you’ll get to know my name soon enough.” I was sure we would talk again, I didn’t know how; there was something inside me, however, that told me it was certain.

Jungkook laid in bed, gazing up at the ceiling. Ever since the phone call, which had only been an hour ago, he could not get you out of his mind. 

Who was she? 

As much as he tried to push this question to the back of his mind, it just kept recurring; your name echoed in his head. He looked at his phone, which was placed on a table to his side and with a heavy sigh, rolled back to face the ceiling. When the phone call had been over he immediately checked to see if the number had saved, but to his dismay, it had not. He felt bad now- after guaranteeing that the both of you would talk again- it appeared he couldn’t keep that promise. Breaking promises was something he never did. He had to talk to you again. 

He couldn’t get the bells off his mind either. He was sure he had heard them. He had constantly been ridiculed, for believing in the concept of bells ringing when your soulmate was near, however he had heard it with his own ears. There had been no one around him at the time. Jungkook knew very well- he had even known at the time- the bells had been ringing for you, he was sure of it. It was the only explanation for the way he was feeling. The only way to explain why, as soon as he’d turned off the phone, he felt empty; like a part of him had been removed. He had not even registered the fact that you had been meaning to make the call to someone else. Jungkook rolled on his side and closed his eyes. He knew he’d be tired tomorrow.


Jungkook woke up abruptly. He had dreamt about the phone call all night, your name still etched in his mind. He sighed, forgetting you was going to be difficult. But, for some reason, he didn’t want to forget you.

He walked into the living room which was empty, save jimin sitting on the sofa, actively scrolling through his phone.

“Where is everyone?” Jungkook asked, eyes scanning around the living room.

“Places.”Jimin answered still glued to his phone. “In case you didn’t know there’s nothing scheduled today and no practice, so you can do whatever you want.” Jungkook was displeased.

I got up early for nothing? I suppose I’ll just go for a walk and clear my mind, he thought to himself.

“I’m going for a walk, want to come with?” he asked Jimin.

“No.”Jimin replied putting his phone in his pocket and closing his eyes. Without another word Jungkook walked out of the front door and slammed it behind him.


He walked down the street. He was used to getting many stares from passers by, even tourists, who recognised him due to bangtan’s worldwide fame. Fans sometimes approached him to talk to him, which he did not mind at all. The fans meant a lot to him as did they to the rest of his group. Jungkook was so lost in thought he had noticed a little girl chasing him.

“Excuse me!” she called from behind him. He stopped in his tracks. She came to a halt in front of him and bent down to catch her breath, the girl must have been only four years old.

“Can I help you?”Jungkook asked tilting his head slightly to see if she was okay.

“I just wanted you to sign my book.” The girl opened the book on a page with what appeared to be a drawing of a particularly muscular figure. “That’s you,” she said pointing at it. A smile stretched across his face. He knelt down and pulled a pen out of his pocket, signing the page with his usual scribble.

“Here you go,” he said handing the book back to her.

“Thank you!” She ran back towards an oncoming figure. Jungkook stood in the same spot for a while, the figure looked familiar, it was a woman. She was holding the girl’s hand, as she slowed down he recognised her. She stopped in front of him.

“Hi!” She said, letting go of the child and pulling him into a hug, he placed his  arm on her shoulder. They were in public and he didn’t want people making assumptions.

“Eunji, hey,” he said somewhat reluctant. It wasn’t because he disliked her, he just wanted to be careful while there were other people around.

“What? Not that happy to see me?” she asked letting go of him.

“No no, sorry, it’s just-”

“Ah, I see, too many people around.” Eunji was more forward than other women, though that didn’t stop them from being good friends. Other people, however, did not believe they were no more than friends. Jungkook could not deny either, she was incredibly beautiful. She grabbed the hand of the little girl next to her once again. “Do you want to go and sit down somewhere?” She asked.

“Sure,” he answered. Together they walked a little further and sat down on chairs outside a small café.

“So,” she began, “how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“I’m good,” he replied. “I’ve just been really busy, this is the only day off we’ve had this week, not that I’m complaining. I don’t really care. So, who’s this kid?” he asked looking at the little girl sitting on Eunji’s lap.

“She’s my fiancé’s daughter, didn’t I mention it to you before?” Jungkook shook his head. “Well, she’s four years old, tell him your name, sweetie?” Eunji told the girl.

“My name is Minseo!” she squeaked, hopping off Eunji’s lap and proceeded to sit on the floor and draw in her book.

“So, when are you and your fiancé planning to get married?”Jungkook questioned.

“In two months,” she answered, lowering her head. Jungkook looked at her, concern apparent on his face.

“What’s wrong- wait- have you told your parents?” he asked eyebrows furrowing. She looked up at him, her eyes showing remnants of tears.

“No, and I’m not going to- don’t say anything- I’ve made my final decision.”Jungkook closed his mouth abruptly, but opened it again.

“They’re your parents, I know they live abroad but surely they’ll come to your wedding if you request, this is a big part of your life.” Eunji laughed mockingly.

“Please, they didn’t even want me to come to this country, do you really think they’ll come here to see me get married to someone against their wishes?” She asked tears forming once more.

“You’re their daughter.” he replied “You never know, they might change their minds after talking to you.” She wiped her eyes with the tips of her fingers.

“I’ll ask them, once. But I don’t know what the outcome will be, I won’t hope for too much” She took a heavy sigh and forced a smile on her face. “You definitely have to come to my wedding though, no excuses. You can bring your friends too and a plus one maybe.” She said, a suggestive grin appearing on her face.

“Heh, there’s no plus one that’s for sure, but yeah I’ll ask the guys.” 

“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she continued, “how’s my old phone working for you, good I had it spare, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” He said, leaving out the part about the mystery call, and the fact he’d almost broken it.

“I still don’t know why you couldn’t buy the same phone you broke? Wait I remember, everyone else will buy the new phone coming out and-”

I’ll be stuck with the old one.” he finished. She laughed.

“You’re so particular.”

”I have to be when it comes to technology.” he answered pouting. Minseo pulled at Eunji’s dress.

“I need to go to the toilet.” She muttered. Eunji got up suddenly.

“I guess we have to go now, you’ll get the invite for the wedding, and thanks for listening to me drone on about my problems.”

“No worries, besides you’re not half as bad as the hyungs.” He smiled. She beamed at him and strode off. Minseo turned back and waved at him- to which he waved back- then jogged to catch up with Eunji.

Jungkook sat silently, not taking any notice of the people staring at him. He felt at peace; peace that he knew wasn’t going to last very long.

Sure enough it didn’t last, as the ringing of his phone interrupted the moment of calm. It was a number unknown to him. He pressed the answer button slowly.

“Hello.” A female voice spoke. His mouth fell open, he knew who it was. 

“You again?”