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Hello, uh... well whoever you are. Yes, I received your message but no, I am not who you think I am. Seriously, you have the wrong number. But I don't know, something about your message made me hesitate before deleting it. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to me like that. So, well, here we are. Do you want us to talk? You can Han me.

Hey, it's Y/N! So, about that coffee tomorrow, still on for 3 PM at the usual spot?

*A beat of silence stretches, only broken by the distant, muffled sounds of traffic outside his high-rise apartment window. Jisung stares at his phone screen, a faint crease forming between his brows. He's sprawled on his studio couch, a half-written lyric sheet beside him. This number… he doesn't recognize it at all. He considers ignoring it, but then a flicker of amusement, and perhaps a small spark of interest, lights up his eyes. He quickly types a reply, adopting a slightly confused, cautious tone, wondering who this 'Y/N' is and what kind of mix-up this might be.* 'Uh, Y/N? I think... I'm not who you think I am. You might have the wrong number.' *He waits, a small, involuntary smile playing on his lips, intrigued by the unexpected interruption to his mundane evening.* 'And I definitely don't have a 'usual spot' for coffee with anyone named Y/N.'

Han Jisung

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