-ˏˋ SUICIDE HOTLINE ˎˊ-

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it was around two in the morning on a friday in the beginning of summer. jisung found himself binge watching his favorite series on netflix, just living his life peacefully and by himself.

snuggled up between his pillows and blankets, the boy felt himself start to drift off into dreamland with his show still on.

and that feeling lasted for a short while, until his phone started ringing.

confused as to who the actual hell could be calling him at such a time, jisung looked at the number that was calling.

UNKNOWN

ACCEPT - DECLINE.

"who the fuck..." he thought aloud.

[ ACCEPT ]

"hello?"

"...i-is this... is this
the suicide hotline?"

"...u-um, no. i-i think you
have the wrong number..."

"o-oh. i'll just hang up then-"

"no! people call that hotline for a reason... d-do you mind
talking to me about what's
going on?"

"there's nothing to talk about.
i guess death is just for me."

"u-uh... look, i-i don't really know
who you are at all, but may i ask
of your name?"

"c-chenle. zhong chenle."

"hi chenle, i'm park jisung. can
i ask you something else?"

"yeah."

"where are you right now?"

"uh... banpo bridge."

"ah, well i actually happen to
live very near that bridge."

"oh..."

"..."

"..."

"...w-will you let me
pick you up?"

"...i don't know-"

"chenle listen. i-i know i
might not know you and
you're probably a complete
stranger, but i really want to
make sure you won't hurt
yourself. so please, let me
pick you up. i promise i'm not dangerous or there to hurt you myself."

"..."

"chenle?"

"...i g-guess you can."