“Seo Joo Hyun! Where have you been? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? I’ve been calling since like forever!”

               I arrive at home, being greeted by Jinwoon’s nag. He must have come rushing here when I didn’t pick up my phone.

                “Sorry Jinwoon, I lost my phone. I’ve been running around looking for it and when I notice the time, it was already late.”

                I say while sounding like a mother who had lost her child.

                “YOU LOST YOUR PHONE? YOU? SEOHYUN? THE PERFECTIONIST SEOHYUN?” Jinwoon says almost unable to believe it, half laughing, half amused.

                Well to be honest, I almost can’t believe it myself too.

                In my life, all I have ever lost are:

1. My little puppy when I was 8 years old and it was because of my mother who forgot to lock the front gate when she went out to go to the market (Aww, I really missed Bobo.)
2. My favorite pencil when I was in kindergarten because a fellow kindergartener stole it from my bag. (I still want to know who did it even until this day)
3. My voice because I got sick but then found it back when I got better. (Is this even valid?)

                Well, since the third point is arguable. That would leave two incidents which in my defense, was the results of a third party interference thus proving Jinwoon’s point of how perfectionist I could be some— nope, all the time.

                That means there is no way I could be so clumsy to actually misplace or left my phone behind.

                “So have you tried calling your phone?” Jinwoon ask.

                “What?”

                “I said have you tried calling it? Maybe someone picked it up and still waiting for the owner to call,” he says.

                Oh my god. There must be something wrong with me today.

                How come I didn’t even think about that?

                Oh, my reputation. If Jinwoon knows he must think that I’m an idiot now.

                “Uhhh? Ermm yup, I’ve tried calling it earlier. Nobody answered. I’ll try calling again later.”

                I’m sorry Jinwoon

                A little white lie won’t hurt right?

                I try to comfort myself from feeling too guilty. After all, this is the first time I have ever lie to Jinwoon.

                I make a mental note to call my phone later.

                “Don’t worry, if you still can’t find it, I’ll help you look for it later. But I need to go now. I have my band practice. By the way, I’ll be absent for the whole week, something to do with the band recording. If someone asks, cover me up okay?”

                “Sure, don’t worry. I’ll call you if I need anything, good luck with the recording” I say as I send him to his motorbike.

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                As soon as Jinwoon’s bike is lost from my sight, I run inside towards my room. Quickly, I grabbed the cordless phone on the study table and dial in my number.

                “Hello,” a male voice can be heard.

                Thank god someone picked it up.

                I’m half relieved by the fact that someone answered the phone.

                “Hello,” he says again.

                Wait, why does his voice seem awfully familiar?

                “Hello, ah yes. Sorry to bother you, my name is Seohyun. The owner of the phone you picked up.”

                I say trying to brush off my sudden thought.

                “Ahhh, so your name is Seohyun?” he says, still sounding a little suspicious; especially with the tone of his voice right now.

              I tried to brush it off again.

                “Yes, can I know who’s speaking? “ I ask.

                “Oh, just call me anything, oppa would be fine. It’s not important,” he chuckles as he try to tease me. He seriously sounds like someone I know. I wonder who he is.

                He could be a classmate. The chances are high considering that I lost my phone in school.

                “So, when do you want to pick up your phone from me? I’m pretty sure you will need it since I’ve been getting reminders all day. By the way, did you really set a reminder for ‘Listen to Therapy Ocean Sound’ everyday? ”

                I blushed at his witty comment. 

                To be honest, I do. Of course I have to!

                 I don’t want to forget that. It’s a very effective de-stressing method.

                So what if I set a reminder for it?

                The thought of this unknown guy reading all my reminder and schedule makes me feel like jumping off a building right now.

                 Even Jinwoon, whom I’ve known almost all my life didn’t get the permission to rummage inside the content of my phone. It’s like my privacy has been bared in front of this mystery guy.

                “If it’s impossible, I want it as soon as possible. Where are you now? I could come to you.”

                “I’m in Hongdae. I have a gig tonight at 8 PM. It’ll end around 9.30PM. Would you be able to come after that? Wait for me at XXX Bar near the bus stop. I’ll come to you.”

                As soon he finished talking, he hung up on me.

                I have a weird feeling about this guy. Should I call Jinwoon and ask him to come with me?

                Well maybe not, he said it earlier that he has a practice tonight.

                It would be impossible to drag him away from his precious guitar once he starts jamming, everyone would know that. Jinwoon’s obsession over his band is just remarkable.

              I wish he could have the same motivation in going to lectures, which would be nice. Covering up for his absence could be a little hard sometimes.