"Who does this belong to?" Donghae ponders out aloud, grabbing the phone from the bookshelf and running his fingers onto the surface of the sleek mobile phone.  

Turning the mobile phone around, Donghae notices that the phone has something engraved onto it in very, very small print right smack in the center.

iPhonus.

"iPhonus? What kind of retard decides to call his phone iPhonus?" Donghae stifles a laugh, earning an unfriendly glare from the librarian as he did so. 

Looking around the half full (Donghae always liked to be optimistic) library, he doesn't find anyone who appears to be panicked about losing their phones and decides that it wouldn't hurt to keep the phone safe with him until the owner calls back or anything. At least that way, the phone wouldn't end up to some creep who ends up stalking the owner's personal data.

Grabbing his backpack from the table, Donghae quietly s it and drops the named iPhonus into his bag tenderly and zips it closed again. Through the gaps on the little millimetres of his ped bag, Donghae doesn't realize that the iPhonus is actually glowing in the dark abyss of his backpack.