Jinki wasn’t sure what he was doing, hiding inside of the bathroom stall.

(Later, when he sat down and actually thought about it, he was probably panicking.)

He just broke up with his boyfriend last week and it hadn’t been as pretty as he’d been telling everyone. The last thing he expected was for his ex to show up at the art gallery exhibit today, least of all with a woman hanging off his arm (Jinki swore right then and there to never again attempt to woo a straight man).

It was quite an obvious show that he was trying to rub in Jinki’s face that he wasn’t gay, knowing full well that Jinki would be at the exhibit that day―they’d discussed it during pillow talk just before their falling out―and in a state of perpetual shock, Jinki darted into the bathroom and straight into one of the stalls to find a moment peace. Unfortunately for him, all Jinki could really think about was the blood rushing in his ears. It would suffice to say that he had been caught off-guard; Jinki wasn’t sure if he was angry or even upset about this turn of events, and, head in hands, he rubbed his face and tried to calm down.

While leaning against the door, he finally noticed the phone number scrawled on the wall just above the toilet paper rolls:

need advice?
call Jonghyun
01N 0906 7758
 

Jinki laughed incredulously, wondering what kind of would write their actual cell phone number inside a public bathroom. But, as his heart continued to thud painfully and a montage of all the great times Jinki had experienced with his ex-boyfriend kept on repeating in his head, he decided that he could very well use a distraction. Pulling out his cell phone, Jinki carefully dialed in the number, uncertainty making his fingers tremble just the slightest bit as the dial tone rang smoothly in his ear.

Once. Twice. Thr―“Hello?”