Wendy’s POV
Another typical Sunday….. We are in the practice room, dancing to Dumb dumb. After about 30 minutes of that sweaty dance practice, we decide to take a break. 

I took out my phone to find something fun to do. Out of boredom, I took out the number I got yesterday. I just want to know who is this just in case it's not anything important related to our group.( this part kinda >.< sorry)

Me: um hi. Who is this?
Message sent.

I was kind of nervous.

 Mark’s POV
I went back to the living room after I went to use the toilet, only to see Jackson using my phone, seem like texting someone. 

“Um what are u doing?” I sneaked up to him and asked curiously. Jackson startled, “Ah…… Nothing.” 

I snatched my phone out of his hand, hoping he didn't do anything dumb.

Unknown: um hi. Who is this.

Me: hi, you are Wendy right?

I looked back at Jackson furiously, “What the heck? Wendy? She knows my phone number?”

“Umm…...yesterday…… You should thank me dude, I know you lik-” 

“oh my god Wang Jackson! You’re dead.” I said as he quickly got up and running away.
“well…. Good luck…;)”

“*sigh* what do I do? She is gonna think I'm a freaking stalker.” I start talking to myself. 

Wendy: can i know who u are?

She texted me again. Ugh whatever I just tell her. 

Wendy’s POV

Unknown: um… I'm Mark.

My eyes widen and almost dropped my phone when I saw the message. What ? This is his phone number? Oh great Wendy…… He is gonna totally think I'm a stalker. Why did I even decide to text this number? 

Me: oh….. I found ur number in my hoodie yesterday? Did you put it in? 

Mark: oh I'm sorry, it was Jackson.

Me: Really? Or are you using him as an excuse? :3

Mark: yea he did it. And why? You think I did it?

Me: ……but why would he put “your” number in tho? 

Mark: um…….idk he is always like that, he didn't even tell me after.