* Chapter 4 is out! I hope you're enjoying my story so far, and please don't be afraid to let me know about anything. Have a good day/night everyone .xx *

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Chanyeol

Chanyeol couldn't believe his luck.

He was sitting on his bed, already brushed his teeth and had jumped out of his clothes, all ready to sleep, but when he was going to turn his alarm on his phone, he realised: it wasn't his phone.

Chanyeol had a code, but that phone didn't have one. It also had another background picture, but surprisingly it was the same lock picture; a picture that was already on the phone, and the only reason Chanyeol picked it was because he felt too lazy to actually find something he'd like.

Chanyeol knew he had to go back to the bowling hall; he jumped out of the bed, pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie, and then bolted to the place that was luckily not too far away. Chanyeol doubted that the kid would be there though. It was already past midnight. He should be sleeping at this point. Or so he should. 

Chanyeol stood outside the closed bowling hall for ten minutes until he gave up and headed back home. He knew the kid wouldn't come anyways.

Chanyeol went back in bed, and this time he lay with the phone in his hands, refusing to put it away. The first thing he clicked on was "pictures". This way I could clarify it's that kid's.

The only thing that was on the phone were photos of him. The phone looked new - Chanyeol couldn't believe he managed to mix them - and there were fewer than a hundred pictures, and literally all of them were only of that kid. Many of them were selcas (also known as selfies), whilst others looked like he wasn't even aware that someone took a picture of him. Some of them looked to be in classes as well.

Out of all the eighty-four pictures of the kid, Chanyeol thought that none of them failed to show off his cuteness. Literally none of them were not-so-good-looking pictures of him. Stop it Chanyeol, he thought to himself, go to sleep and stop looking at this kid's pictures, you paedophile. And Chanyeol did so; he fell fast asleep.

Chanyeol didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to get his phone back? He had just changed his phone number, and he hadn't memorised it yet. He thought too much of his pride and just couldn't bring himself to ask his family or colleagues to help him. No way in hell I'll ask them to help me.

But how was he supposed to get it back? Should he wait for the kid to call? He would remember his phone number, wouldn't he?

"Waiting for a phone call Chanyeol?" teased Kim Jongin, Chanyeol's co-worker who had his desk right beside him. Chanyeol hadn't realised he had been staring at the phone all day.

He shrugged as he ignored the other male. Jongin only continued to work, and Chanyeol tried as well, but he was still glancing at the phone continuingly.

Baekhyun

Baekhyun couldn't believe how boring that guy was. He had no photos of himself, he wasn't texting anyone but his family and colleagues, etc. He was nothing but boring.

"You've found it yet?" Baekhyun asked Jongdae impatiently as he was searching for his phone number.

"Calm down Baek. That Sehun brat changed all my contacts' names last night again. Damn I hate sharing dorms with that kid. How come I share my room with a Freshman?" Jongdae nagged, completely distracting himself.

"Just find my freakin' number!" Baekhyun shouted, and Jongdae went back to searching. Meanwhile, Baekhyun was on the guy's phone.

"Have you ever heard the word 'privacy'?" Jongdae sassed after he glanced at his friend going through someone else's phone.

"No," Baekhyun muttered back, ignoring his friend as he continued to look through the phone, "this guy's unbelievable boring. He has, like, one picture of himself or something. He doesn't talk to any girls expect from his mom and older sister apparently, and he doesn't even have any friends. Last person who sent a text message was someone from his work, which they only talked about was work," Baekhyun said as he rolled his eyes. "Boooring."

Jongdae sighed. "I can't find your number. Sehun must've deleted it or something."

Baekhyun looked up from the phone and to Jongdae. "You're kidding me, right? You have to have it! Or must've memorised it? After all those times where you've called me?" Baekhyun asked in panic. It was obvious by now that if the guy hadn't called his own phone, he didn't know his number as well.

"You think I'd memorise your number? I barely know my own," Jongdae laughed, but Baekhyun didn't.

"You think this is funny?" Baekhyun snarled, "how am I supposed to get my phone back now?" Baekhyun didn't know what to do, and he was close to crying in frustration.

Jongdae frowned at Baekhyun and rolled his eyes. "Call your mother dumbass and ask her to send you your number."

Baekhyun stared at Jongdae like he was Jesus. "Oh my God Jongdae, you're a true genius!" Baekhyun shrieked as he squeezed the air out of him in a hug, then he dialled his mother's phone number and waited for her to pick it up.

"You're supposed to be the genius," Jongdae muttered under his breath as he exited Baekhyun's dorm to leave him alone.

"Hello?" asked the light voice confused.

"Mom? It's me, Baekhyun," he said.

"Baekie?" He could literally hear his mother's smile through the phone.

"Listen, mom, I've swapped my phone with some stranger accidentally yesterday when I was out bowling with friends, and I haven't memorised my number yet, so could you send it? The guy hasn't called his yet either, so I've figured he's in the same situation as me," Baekhyun explained, and he heard his mother sigh on the other line.

"Why aren't I surprised you've managed to do that?" she asked, slightly giggling, "sure honey, I'll send your phone number on a message to this phone." Baekhyun wanted to hug his mother, but then he had to take hours of train to go and see her.

"Thanks mom. I love you.".

"I love you too sweetie." Then their phone call ended, and seconds later appeared a message on the screen. Baekhyun had to chuckle every time he unlocked the phone because of the too easy code. He clicked on the phone number and selected call.

Now Baekhyun noticed how nervous he was. Would the guy be pissed at him? Technically all of it was his fault, so the guy had every right to be mad at him.

Baekhyun waited anxiously for the other line to answer. "Hello?"