•••

She waited. And she waited. And she waited. The weekend passed.

Four days passed without a call from Namjoon. (Y/n) couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't call Namjoon through the app. No one could.

There was only one way. Through her own phone.

•••

"Hello?"

"Uhm, who's this?"

"That tone... Hotline Girl?"

"You finally came up with something?"

"..."

"It's okay, Star." Smiles sadly. "You are someone in my class, aren't you?"

Laughs, "Nobody outside of our class knows me, Star."

Laughs, "It's just the truth. You should know."

"How do you know if I am?"

Snorts, "Yeah, you have."

Blushes, "Stop it."

"You hypocrite. As if you are self-confident."

Blushes even harder, "You are straight out flirting with me now."

"Sorry about that. I just, I thought you might be disgusted by talking to a 'nerdish-outcast' like me."

"I, uh, thank you. Nobody really notices that stuff about me."

Sighs, "Star, I, honestly, I don't know who you are. But whoever you are, you are the kindest person I have ever met. Do you know you're beautiful inside-out too?"

"Yeah, uh, you're welcome. I, Is this your phone number?"

Smirks, "Now I have your number too. Wait, my number wasn't saved right?"

"Oh, that's great."

"You could've directly come up to me. You knew who I am, anyway."

"Ok, wow, I think you have a lot of guts if you can say that to someone."

"Nah, I could never."

Smirks, "Did we ever stop being?"