There was no time for sleep with all the sulking one can do in an entire evening. In fact so much of it, eventually the rest will be carried out to the wee hours of morning while you’re trying to finish a movie that you can’t even find sense in anymore. While he seems calm just sitting down the couch, Kyuhyun was going crazy inside.

His phone, which sat beside him, was practically calling out to him the entire time. But he was strong and he refused to give in.

“Ahhhrrrgggg! Alright, that’s it!” he finally picked it up and dialed.

And then, the wait which almost seemed like forever.

“Huh.” When the call he made was prompted with a voice template instead of a ring, Kyuhyun wasn’t exactly pleasantly surprised. “Who could she be talking to at this hour?” his forehead creased as he slowly puts his phone down, unable to absorb properly, let alone believe that the other line is busy. It could have been unavailable or out of coverage assuming that the latter has turned her phone off because she’s already asleep right now. But no. It had to be busy.

So much time was spent in convincing himself to take courage and dial that phone number and yet, this. She couldn’t even freakin’ answer.

As if his pride isn’t hurt enough to actually make that call.

Kyuhyun threw his phone at the couch and started pacing back and fourth.

And now, what else is there left for him to think? Was there someone else all alon