Seokjin shut off the screen of his smartphone and placed it back in its pocket. He had better things to do, anyway. The other idiots could argue over the mysterious message sender. He was going to spend his day off of the difficult schedules their managers put them through in other ways. He bought a few bebi kasutera at a street vendor (noticing that the vendor glanced at the bracelets on Seokjin’s wrists and his well-groomed hair and magically the price went up for the food) and walked through the streets of his city, trying to pretend he was just a normal twenty-something-year-old.

Of course, that would be a lot easier without the sounds of high-pitched giggling following his every step. Part of him wanted to snap at the girls, asking them if they had anything better to do. (More than likely, they didn’t.) On the other hand, they thought he was attractive. Maybe he should just take it as a compliment, he thought as he stuffed another pastry in his mouth. He was on a paved street in a residential park, and when there was a slight breeze, the petals from the trees would float softly through the air, occasionally getting caught in his hair. Considering the color similarities between the two things, he didn’t have the heart to pull them out. It was oddly calming.

As if the Universe had decided that he had come to peace with one thing, the phone in his pocket began buzzing and played the one-of-a-kind “DO NOT ANSWER THIS CALL!” ringtone.

Seokjin’s eyes rolled so much he saw black. He chewed slowly before sighing, working up his nerve, and answering the call with an annoyingly chipper “Moshi moshi!”

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