#ENHYPEN'S LEADER #JUNGWON CRITICIZED FOR LACK OF INTEREST AND BORED EXPRESSION DURING LATEST INTERVIEW

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The girl's hands were trembling as she was unable to stop scrolling through the countless articles that popped up her browser.

Her eyes were growing wider and wider.

What the fuck was going on?

She thought, shaking her head in denial.

How could this be?

The whole time she was texting a celebrity?

She even insulted him for god's sake!

A whole celebrity!

A thought crossed her mind. Was she going to be sued?

That's when her attention was drawn by more articles, all stating the same thing.

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"It's really him..." She spoke to herself, immediately turning off her phone when a costumer entered, startling her.

The girl was trying so hard to focus on her job, but her mind didn't stop wandering off as she kept zoning out.

She couldn't stop imagining his face.

His messages. His voice.

How could she have been so dumb? Such a pretty face and voice couldn't be just an ordinary person!

And the way she called him 'cute' as if he didn't hear that every day already.

Slamming her head against the cash desk, she let out a groan, hoping to just disappear right here and then.

Of course, both the costumers and her boss would notice her unusual behavior soon and she had to get an earful that night when her night shift was over.

"I'm...deeply sorry." Was the only thing she said to her defense, before bowing, "It won't happen again. I will make sure of that."

I went home with a heavy head that day.

Almost forgetting to close the door behind me, I let myself drop on the ground right away as everything dropped out of my bag.

3 new messages.

From

I didn't dare to open them.

How could I?

To think that all this time I was texting not only a stranger, but a famous stranger on top of that, was a situation straight out of a fictional story.

One by one, I started to realize.

I must have mistyped the actual number from the suicide hotline, mistaking it for Jungwon's number instead.

My eyes widened again as I clasped my hand over my mouth.

That's why he had no idea what I was talking about when I first texted him. Telling him that I wanted to kill myself. Asking him to give me a reason to reconsider things.

My heart dropped, as I tightened my grip around my phone.

I had spammed a non-professional person about my past and trauma, not once considering how he might have felt. What if I traumatized him? Burdened him?

Scared him?

He was young.

As young as I was.

He was a person, happily living his life.

Before I came and disrupted everything.

Remembering the articles, it all hit me at once.

The reason why he was so busy, was because unlike me he had a life outside our chat.

With all the schedules he had to attend as an idol, he only had time for me during the night.

And that's why he was always tired during all of his interviews.

Because we were texting all night long.

He received backlash and was constantly tired.

All because of me.

Guilt was written all over my face, causing my heart to clench. It was hard for me to breath.

After looking him up, there were so many information about him that I actually planned to ask him some day.

Things like what his hobbies were. His birthday.

His blood-type. His favorite color. His favorite season.

Now I didn't need to ask him anymore.

It's all here! Spread on the whole internet.

"I really thought that...we could be friends. How could you keep such an important fact from me...?" Tears, tears, tears. I didn't understand. Why did he lie, saying that he was working for the suicide hotline?

The feeling of betrayal and the guilt was eating me up, my stomach was turning, making me feel even more sick.

Opening our chat, I tried to calm my breathing.

I didn't even read his messages.

"This is for the best." I shut my eyes close and threw my phone in the corner, letting myself fall onto the rough ground.

I was too tired to think. To move.

To live.

"Good work, everyone!" Jungwon happily grabbed himself a water bottle, smiling at his fellow members when the music came to an halt again.

"Are you okay?" Heeseung quickly approached him.

"What do you mean?"

"The articles."

"Ah, right." His smile dropped, "It's fine. It's not like they are wrong. My mind was somewhere else that day..."

"But are you really okay?"

"I am. Thank you for asking." The younger smiled again, patting the other's shoulder, "I'm going to have a talk with our manager later to clear things up for once and all."

That's when Jungwon glanced at his phone, pouting when the girl hadn't answered him yet.

"What's wrong?" Ni-ki sat down next to him, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"She's not answering." Jungwon tilted his head, "She hasn't been answering all day."

"Who?"

"There's only one." Jungwon rolled his eyes playfully, when he shrugged and wrote another message.

That's when his face fell.

"Why are my messages not being delivered?" There was a hint of panic in his voice as Jungwon continued to write more messages.

"Relax...Just try to ring her up." Ni-ki advised and nodded, when the older took his advice.

With hopeful eyes, he waited for her voice to answer.

To no avail.

"Voicemail." Jungwon swallowed, feeling a wave of fear wash over him.

Ni-ki was just as confused, trying to reassure the other, "She must be busy—"

"Tell me..How do you know if someone is blocked...?" Jungwon's voice was quiet, a little too nonchalant.

He was already fearing the worst.

"Do you real—"

"I think she blocked me." The boy's hand with his phone dropped, shock written across his face,

"Ji..blocked me."

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(a/n: i'm not sure if this book should be a short story or a long one😞 seriously i've never written a book this spontaneously💀 let's see in what kind of mood I am in later on)