HOTLINE 010
Description
What happens when you're bored out of your mind?
What happens when you spend too much of your time loitering on your phone?
What happens when you have nothing to do on your phone?
Eternal misery and self-loathing, that's what happens.
Kwon Jiyong never liked it when it came to that point but Kwon Jiyong always finds himself going that path anyway.
So what does he do?
*TAP* *TAP* *TAP* *TAP*
*RING* *RING*
*CLICK*
"Hello?"
"Yeah, Hi, is this 010-Y-BABE?"
"..."
"I'd like to use your services please. I'd also fancy it if you refer to me as your 'daddy' or 'father' if you want to be fancy about it."
*TUT* *TUT* TUT*
This is a story about a bored guy that has nothing better to do in his life and an innocent woman that gets dragged in it.
Oh this is gonna be just dandy. I only have, like, 3 weeks away until I finish High School. What does that mean? MORE RESPONSIBILITIES AND STRESS wooooooo! yay for college, am I right? haaaaaaaa, so this'll just be a small thing (maybe huge depending on the things since I'm finishing Low-key pretty soon and all) This fic will also be mostly dialogue-based (may mean chapters are short) but not entirely, it depends really. Also, hello again to the color codes~
Well, I hope you guys enjoy this mess and I hope you check out my other fics too.
NOTE
So color codes! There will only be two colours, red and blue (hopefully it's self-explanatory which one is which. I'm sorry for gendering colors, I can't help it) They will only ever show up if they could hear each other—of course that means that they're close to the phone, maybe they could hear each other in the background or something. It will also show up when either/both of them are on the phone, so maybe you'll see one colour and the rest of the lines are all the emo-shade of black. That's it.
I had to explain because there might be some confusion in the future. I don't know. I overthink sometimes. Don't judge me.
TIME FOR SOME SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTING (click titles to be directed to the fic)
Full-Length
The Timid Dragon and the Terrifying Butterfly - when Beauty is the Beast and Beast is the Beauty (you'll get it)
The Ghost from the Vodka Bottle - spooky ghost gets jiggy with irritable tight- (not an M btw)
"Low-key" Crushing - love-struck and borderline stalker chick tries to get her victim future husband/father of his kids' heart
DIVIDED - (whoa all caps) Romeo and Juliet with that fluff and angst flare boi
She Wears the Pants | He Wears the Makeup - genderbender trainwreck that involves a drag queen and a fluffy tomboy (indefinite hiatus tho)
One-Shots (aka "if you want to end up a mess")
Alright. Have a good one, guys~!
Foreword
Sandara Park thought that was the most strangest phone conversation she's ever had in her 26 years of existence. She usually doesn't get calls so she felt a little compelled to answer it even though it was an unknown number. She never felt more regretful in her life.
Her phone rang again and there, it flashed an unknown number. She wasn't entirely sure if it was the same number from earlier though. She willed herself not to take it and to not make herself look like a fool again. Nevertheless, it continued to ring.
Don't answer it.
*RING*
Her hand hovered over the phone but she quickly snatched it back and put it on her armpit.
Just cancel the call!
But what if it wasn't the same ert? What if it was her parents using the public landline... or some other sane person that wasn't a ert.
*RING*
"Aisht, I'm going to the bathroom."
She got off her bed and walked languidly towards the door with a prominent frown on her face.
*RING*
It was going to be the last "ring".
"Hello?" Dara answered, panting.
"Stop, you're with your heavy breathing."
Dara immediately ended the call and looked at her phone with a scowl.
This time she really went to the bathroom and finally ignored that ringing sound.
She made a mental note to block that number later.
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