Stalker: Good morning dude
Me: Same random name
Stalker: Were you rhyming it on purpose?
Me: Yes?
Me: I'm proud of it. Leave me alone
Stalker: Yeah, but I have to know your name
Me: Why are you assuming I'm a dude. I could be a girl
Stalker: Are you?
Me: Sometimes
Stalker: So you're transgender?
Me: No, I'm genderfluid. I go by he or she, depending on the day and the moment.
Me: What about you?
Stalker: I am a boy.
Stalker: Want to trade, age for age?
Stalker: I'm 18
Me: 17
Stalker: Cool beans
Me: Ok
Stalker: What are you right now?
Me: A human
Me: But when the full moon rises, I change into a werewolf
Stalker: That is not what I meant
Stalker: What gender?
Me: Today? I'm a guy
Me: I don't get why that's important tho
Me: I'm still the same person.
Stalker: I suppose
Stalker: What do you look like?
Me: You're a really bad stalker
Me: you're terrible at it
Stalker: I'm not a stalker...
Me: Yeah right
Me: I have school
Me: Text you later, stalker boy
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Crush; Choi Beomgyu
Short Story"I'm not your number neighbor and that trend is several years old" +x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+ In which Beomgyu gets a dare: to text a random number and get their name +x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+x+...
