twenty-five。

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INCOMING CALL
MY LITTLE WOOZI

ACCEPT | DECLINE

° ° °

“. . . yes?”

“Ang daya mo.”

“. . . are you pouting right now?”

“No.”

“Nam-miss mo na ‘ko?”

“. . . ang daya mo!”

“Aww, bakit?”

“Sabi mo uuwi ka din agad! Bakit hanggang ngayon wala ka pa rin?!”

“Maaga pa—”

“8 na ng gabi, anong maaga!”

“. . . .”

“. . . .”

“. . . eight?”

“Oo!”

“oH SHIT! SHIT! WAIT UP! I FELL ASLEEP OH FUC—”

“Nice excuse. Don’t you go home smelling like other’s disgustingly sweet perfume or else—”

“—or else what, Woozi?”

“. . . .”

“Come on, say it.”

“Or else . . .”

“Yes?”

“I’ll cry!”

“. . . .”

“. . . .”

“Aww so cu— wait, umiiyak ka ba??”

“H–hindi ah!”

“Anla umiiyak ‘yung baby ko~”

“Shut up! Umuwi ka na lang kung uuwi ka! O wala ka ng maabutan pag-uwi mo dito—”

“Hush. Eto na oh, pasakay na ng sasakyan. Don’t rush me, di talaga ako makauwi jan.”

“. . . .”

“. . . .”

“. . . .”

“bAT UMIYAK KA LALO??!”

“S–sabi mo di ka na uuwi . . .”

“Wala akong sinabi. I will come home, okay? Hmm? Just not in a rush kasi gusto ko pang mauwian ka ng buo.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, of course, baby. I promise.”

“Cheol.”

“Hmm?”

“Asan ka na?”

“Malayo layo pa, Woozi ko.”

“. . . .”

“. . . .”

“Cheol.”

“Yes, baby?”

Malapit ka na ba?”

“You’re so cute hahahaha, wait a bit more.”

“Hmm, okay.”

“. . . .”

“. . . .”

“. . . .”

“Cheol.”

“Ye— shit!”

“SEUNGCHEOL? BAKIT ANG INGAY? ANONG NANGYARI JAN?”

“. . . I’m fine, ji. I’m fine.”

“Na-aksidente ka ba? Ayos ka lang ba? May masakit ba sayo? May sugat—”

“Breathe, baby, breathe. I’m fine, okay? May konting galos pero di ko ikakamatay.”

“I’m s–scared, cheol.”

“Don’t be.”

“Uuwi ka pa rin naman diba?”

“Yes of course. I will.”

“. . . sirens.”

“Hmm?”

“A–asan ka, cheol?”

“Somewhere, bakit?”

“Can I go there?”

“Pero gabi na tsaka—”

“Papasama ako sa Master ni Jeonghan hyung. Please?”

“I’m really okay, Ji.”

“. . . please?”

“Okay, okay. Mahihindian ba naman kita? I’ll text you the address, okay?”

“. . . okay. Stay safe, okay?”

“Hmm, okay. I love you.”

“. . . .”

“Ji?”

“A–ah, I– I love . . . you too.”

“Cute.”

“I’m not!”

“You are—”

“Shut up!”

CALL ENDED
10:10



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na nating angst to ano— char hahahaha

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