Junmyeon woke up to a call from an unknown number. He squinted his eyes, blinked twice, then blinked again in an attempt to identify the caller ID.

Then it hit him.

It was an international call. Who is this?

Curiosity filled his mind. The urge to answer the call was high. It wasnt his habit to answer calls from strangers, let alone engage a convo with them.

But some kind of hidden force tempted him to doing so. And so he did. He fumbled on the phone screen and pressed the answer button. Almost immediately, the caller spoke up.

"Junmyeon-ah.."

That voice.

Junmyeon's eyes widened, in half disbelief and half-expectant. How he longed to hear that voice.

He missed that deep voice that was constantly saying praises to him, that voice which wakes him up daily whispering sweet nothings to his ears.

Upon hearing it, flashbacks of sweet memories came rushing in his mind. Some were painful, some were happy thoughts.

That voice sent shivers through his spine. Somehow it brought back that familiar weird emotions in him. His heart fluttered furiously, non-existent butterflies flying in his stomach making him feel sick.

But he did not hate that feeling. He loved it.

Nervous as hell, Junmyeon couldnt bring himself to utter a single word.

"Junmyeon-ah.. I missed you."

And that voice was now soft, and pleading. He could notice how the caller's voice quivered, a bit hesitant and worried.

"I missed you too, Yifan."

A:N:

wrote this coz I missed Krisho