"Sorry you have the wrong number. Byeeeeee." I ended the call. I huffed and sat on my bed, pissed.

I looked at my phone and it's itching to read the fic but decided against it. It didn't seem to be a love story but then again, the foreword is foreshadowing. I saved it in case I run out of something to read.

My phoned rang again and I automatically rejected it. I should block his number.

I wouldn't do that if I were you. I gasped when I read the text. I looked around my room

I can't see you. I squealed and jumped off my bed

My heartbeat started accelerating and I glared at my phone with heavy breathing. Is this a start of something creepy?

I'm not a psycho, stop overreacting. I marched to my bed, got phone and dialled his number

"You psychopath!" I yelled as soon as I answered, panting.

"Good evening to you too." He laughed, clearly amused.

"Delete my number! I didn't even give you permission to have it!" I angrily yelled

"You did though." It pisses me off even more that he sound so calm.

"Excuse me? I did not!" I never give out my numbers to strangers.

"Yes you did." I put away my phone from my ear and glared at it. I put it on full volume so I can still hear him without having the phone on my ear

"I have never! I'll be your slave for a month if I did!" I fumed

"Are you sure about that?" I threw my phone on my bed and punched my pillows.

"Are you, Blackpink's Park Chaeyoung a.k.a Rosé-ssi, sure to be my slave for a month if I indeed got your permission to have your phone number?" Ha! Where did he get his confidence? Even if he got it from my members, it's still invalid.

"One hundred percent!" I said with confidence

"Oh well, I could use a slave." He snickered

"Well good luck finding one cause I win!" I stuck out my tongue, forgetting he can't  see me.

"Your guitar case."

"What?" I ask, confused

"Look at your guitar case." He repeated

"So? What's that got to do with you having permission in getting my number?"

"Chipmunk, just look at it."

"Who are you calling a chipmunk?!"

"Just get on with it, your master awaits." Ugh!

"Master my !" I grumbled and put him on loud speak