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Italic - You

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Y/N tied her hair again in another messy bun and sighed with relief after climbing on the bus in time to get home. Her intense professor seemed to take a liking in making her a little helper around his room at the last minute of class.

Her bleached orange hair was always up and she didn't bother to fix it again once she came to seat by the window. Her jeans were ripped, her big black shirt awkwardly cling into her small frame and the shoelaces of her pink converse is untied, but she didn't notice.

Today had been another long day for her at the University and having to have a study hour with her crush had been quite exhausting for her mind until it wanders to the prank caller.

Why would a boy, a complete stranger, keep calling her?

He might be another bored highschooler, Y/N concluded.

Soon enough, in less than twenty minutes, she stumbled across a building, her dormitory. She had been living there for a year now with her other roommates from the other departments.

Once entering and closing the door, she's already thinking of what to do in her part-time job at ice rink on the weekends to earn some pocket money. She'd also been planning to apply for a server in the same ice cream shop where the caller said he'd found her number.

Life was okay for Y/N. It was never great, but she have to make it through College and then if she graduated, she'll be aiming for to head in Japan since her other relatives had moved there last year.

She loved her family, she did. But there was a part of her that seemed to find them so boring, so uninteresting to never aspire to go somewhere else than their hometown.

Her heart will always long for another country.

Y/N plopped her face-first onto her bed and made sure her still shoes-cladded feet never touched the bedsheets. It was just hanging at the edge and as she rolled around to sit up, she couldn't help but to wonder what a certain boy was doing.

It was like it was destined for this Sunwoo to call her. Sure, she was kind of freaked out the first time.

Nevertheless, he was a bit charming with that sweet voice of his and had a way with his words.

It's as if being called by her mind, a loung ringing noise jolted her out of her reverie and she let herself fall down the carpet to retrieve her phone from her bag.

The screen of the phone glowed with the number saved as Y/N felt a slight glimpse of hope to not be bored out of her mind being alone because he's calling.

She ignored the feeling, though.

Slowly, she hit the accept bottom and put the cellphone up to her ear.

"Hello...?"

"Ready to annoy me again with your existence?"

"Don't finish that sentence, Sunwoo"

"Sure.. Be like that. Why did you call me again, anyways?"

"Oh yeah? And why is that? So we could talk for months and get close? Then you'll make me fall and the end would be me crying for a person I've never even seen the face of?"

"I don't want a complete stranger for a friend"

"That's not why I asked in the first place"

"I asked why a stranger like you wanna talk to me?"

"Nope"

"Nah.. You know who's smile is cute? BTS Suga.. so sweet and heartwarming"

"What if I were to say Yes? Would you believe me? I once had to wait outside the airport all day just to get a glimpse of him and the rest of Bangtan"

"Oh really? That's nice"

"You have to be a part of Hybe to see him"

"Never. No. I have a crush on someone named Daehyun and you can't possibly replaced him"

"I'm busy with my life.. So we will be like online friends or whatever? You're not some lonely nerd finding for a girlfriend to call?"

"What do you mean? Don't you have friends to talk to?"

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Before Sunoo could respond to her, the door of their studio suddenly burst open, one of their staff leaning against the frame. He looked on the phone settled between Sunoo's chin and shoulder as the boy worked onto help writing subs for their upcoming En - Vlogs.

"Who's on the phone, boy?", he asked to the idol.

"A friend", he replied, not holding the phone by his ear anymore. He put on in earbuds because he could hear Y/N asking questions.

The male staff was still leaning on the door's frame, peering inside the room, looking skeptical.

"What friend?", he questioned, cocking his head.

"A friend from school, he's helping me at this one subject to catch up", Sunoo replied in a complete convincing lie.

"Okay. I'm gonna go leave. Good luck catching up with your studies"

"Thank you, Sir", Sunoo smiled and then once the staff left, put the phone back to his ears.

"Who was that?"

"Is everything okay? You seemed tense around him"

"About your friends?"

He heard Y/N chuckled through the phone, "You're okay. I guess we can be friends? I'll be here for you and you can be here for me. In that way, we'll be each other's anchor even if only in calls"

Y/N smiled and nodded in her room, even though Sunoo couldn't see her.

Back in the studio, Sunoo, too, smiled even though he also knew that Y/N couldn't see him either.

"Friends"

And his smile had only grown bigger from there.

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