"Jaehyun! Can you hold this for a minute?" his mother handed him the telephone and went back to her dish.

Jaehyun groaned for the umpteenth time that day. "Eomma, you clearly don't know definition of a minute!" he voiced out, annoyance evident in his voice.

His mother just glared at him and continued cooking and ignoring her son's complaints.

Jaehyun put his ears on the telephone and heard that it was beeping.

"It's just beeping." he said. 

"Dial one of the numbers on the paper." his mother replied, while not looking at him.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes. "There are 4 numbers here! Which did you pick?" 

"The 3rd one!" his mother replied and Jaehyun randomly picked a number, settling on the last number and dialing it.

It only took 3 rings before someone picked it up. "Eomma, someone picked it up!" Jaehyun said, covering the mouthpiece.

"Just a minute! I need to stir this." his mother replied and Jaehyun opened his mouth to talk to the person on the other line.

"Hello." he started, "I-" he continued but was cut off by honestly the iest and most wonderful voice in the world.

"Hi, who is this?"