“May I help you?”

“Actually, yes,” Hyukjae says, leaning forward a little and placing his elbow on the table, his chin resting on the back of his hand as his expression turns grave. “There’s something terribly wrong right now, and I think I might be needing your help.”

Donghae looks around warily before his guarded gaze lands on Hyukjae once again. His brows are furrowed and he purses his lips a little before asking, “What can I do for you?”

“You see,” Hyukjae sighs, taking his phone out of his pocket and showing it to Donghae who eyes the gadget curiously. “Something’s wrong with my phone. It…”

Donghae looks up at him in slight concern.

“It doesn’t have your number in it.”