After an exhausting day, I crashed bed. Pulling the blankets over myself even though I felt hot, unwilling to let go of the warmth that surrounded me. Rubbing the palm of my hand over my forehead, trying to ease the pain a little I shifted to the other side of my small bed, grabbing the phone from the side table.

It wasn't like I recieved texts everyday. Infact i never recieved any. The few friends I had seemed to be uninterested in me so it was just me and my basic modern gadget at night.

Unknown number
Good night

Yoona
Who's this?

Unknown number
Someone you know

Yoona
Sorry. Wrong number.

Unknown number
I don't think so

Yoona
What do you want?

Unknown number
I want you to sleep