You accidentally send Hyunjin your intimate photos.. instead of your boyfriend.
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@gigiloveskzThe fluorescent lights of your bedroom hummed, casting a pale glow over everything as you sat cross-legged on your bed, phone balanced on your knee.
It was late. The rest of the house was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator from downstairs.
Your phone buzzed again. And again. Three texts in a row, all from Zayn.
Zayn
u up?
send me something pretty babe
cmon i know ur awake. ur always awake at this hour
You chewed the inside of your cheek. It was always like this. Zayn's needy texts, his demands. You loved him, you really did. But sometimes you wished he'd just ask how your day was.
Your fingers hovered over the camera icon. The lighting was decent, the angle was practiced by now. You'd done this enough times.
You barely had time to set up before your phone buzzed again. A notification popped up at the top of your screen. Unknown sender preview.
Hyunjin.
You let out a sharp breath. Of course. Of freaking course the world's most insufferable pretty boy would text you at midnight. You clicked on his message, just to see what he wanted — and to give your hands a second to stop shaking from the Zayn thing.
Hyunjin
Hey. what's the reading for tomorrow? i think i missed it lolol
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Hyunjin. The golden boy. The star of the soccer team. The guy who walked the hallways like he owned them and had the nerve to act friendly with you after everything.
You snapped a picture of the homework with your TAKE a photo of the notes app, not thinking twice about your camera roll as you clicked fast, irritated and just wanting to be done with this.
You swiped over to Zayn's chat, slammed the send button on the homework photo, and threw your phone onto the bed with a groan.
Mission accomplished. You got up, suddenly starving, and padded into the kitchen. The whole ordeal took maybe two minutes. Just enough time for a grilled cheese.
Your phone buzzed. Then again. Then a third time, a fourth.
You frowned, walking back to your room, phone still buzzing against the blanket. You picked it up, cracked the screen, and read.
Zayn
that's not what i asked..?
Your stomach dropped.
Hyunjin
Holy fuck 😍
The world stopped. The phone was cold, heavy in your hand as you stared at the screen, trying to make sense of it. You crossed your fingers, opened WhatsApp, and felt your blood run cold.