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Baekhyun lets out a small gasp when the phone in his hold rings, quickly setting the pizza in his other hand down. After wiping his fingers on a towel, he holds the phone in both hands, staring at the screen with wide eyes.

He's extremely confused, and the only thing he can really register is the fact that dumbo is calling him. Dumbo—or Park—aka the guy he spent half an hour searching for.

Is he really ready to have Park talk to him? How can he stop his oncoming heart attack?

Quickly moving to the couch in his living room, he contemplates the pros and cons of his situation, wondering if he wants to answer or not. After all, Park was an ass and he basically tricked Baekhyun, not more than an hour ago.

Baekhyun blinks at the two buttons at the bottom of his screen, the green and the red taunting him one after the other. It's been ringing for a while now, and Baekhyun knows that if he leaves it for another ring it'll automatically hang up.

Baekhyun has never been good under pressure, so deciding that he can regret things later, he accepts it.

Raising the phone up to his ear, he bites his lip, anticipating whatever—whoever's on the other side of the line.

"—hyun? Baekhyun?" the voice on the other side speaks.

Suppressing a shiver from the deep and strangely familiar voice, Baekhyun answers.

"Yeah?" His voice is quiet and he gnaws on the tip of his thumb when he waits for Park to say anything more, feeling an intense case of butterflies in his stomach.

Hearing a relieved sigh, Baekhyun's eyebrows furrow.

"I thought you answered me and then just left the phone on the table or something."

"I should've," Baekhyun says none too brightly, "Considering how you basically did that this morning. Fuck you and your impeccable plans, by the way."

Park chuckles and Baekhyun's a little mesmerized for the next couple of seconds, replaying the sound in his mind.

"You know, now that I think about it... You're more like a puppy than a kitten."

"You and your animal names." Baekhyun rolls his eyes even if Park can't see it, adjusting himself in his spot.

He balls up in the corner of his couch's armrest and backrest, trying to toss away the fact that Park sounds way too much like...

"Why did you call me?" Baekhyun questions all of a sudden, curious. It takes less than a second for the other to answer.

"I felt bad about earlier and well... I decided to make it up to you by letting you hear my voice."

Baekhyun scoffs, "Who said I wanted to hear your voice?" But even with his harsh words, he can't stop the small smile from appearing on his face, fiddling with the end of his t-shirt.

Park doesn't fail to notice the sound of his smile through his words.

He hums, the shorter out of the two of them closing his eyes as he listens to whatever Mr. Anonymous has to say, though he can't exactly decide if he's anonymous anymore.

There's a silence that covers the line and strangely enough, Baekhyun doesn't mind it, leaning his head to rest it on the backrest. He thinks he can hear Park breathing if he tries really hard.

The brunet wonders what he's doing; calling some guy that he's been texting for a few months now. Back then, he would've called himself stupid because he doesn't really believe that internet relationships can work—

That's where Baekhyun stops himself, because who even said that they had a romantic relationship? Internet friendships work, right?

Baekhyun knows he doesn't like Park in that way. Definitely. It's impossible. He's known the guy for less than five months and this is the second time he's heard his voice. He's never seen his face and yet...

Yet, for some reason, he feels as if he knows Park already.

"What are you wearing?"

Baekhyun shoots up from his comfortable position in less than a second, letting out a small unintelligible sound before he yells. "Are you fucking serious?!"

"I'm joking! I'm joking—" Park tries to say, cutting himself off with his own laughter. His laugh fills the line as Baekhyun groans, falling onto the couch. He's now laying on the seat, holding his phone up top and glaring at it like he could punch the idiot who's laughter is now slowly dying down. "I'm sorry it's just..."

"Just what," Baekhyun says flatly, trying to ignore the blush on his face.

"Nothing."

"Finish your sentence or else I'll find you and shove my cold pizza down your throat."

"You wish you could reach me from down there."

"I'm fucking done with you!" Baekhyun exclaims, "I didn't ask to be born 5'7!"

Park laughs again and Baekhyun sets his phone onto his chest, closing his eyes to simultaneously calm himself and to focus on the other's voice.

"If you really want to know, I was about to say that I find your reactions... endearing, whenever I tease you."

"Are we in an advanced English class? Endearing? Do you mean cute?" Baekhyun pokes at him, trying to forget that Park's voice sounds way too familiar. That everything about this situation is way too familiar.

"I thought you didn't want to be called cute," he explains and Baekhyun answers with some form of a confirming grunt.

It can't just be a coincidence.

"Okay well I'll let you off the hook this time."

"I like how you talk as if you're actually going to do something—"

"If you joke about my height again I swear—"

"—Even though you're like a smurf."

Baekhyun groans again, but he can't help himself and he laughs a little with Park too, because the imagery of him as a smurf is probably the stupidest thing he's had to think of.

"You sound like you're thirty," Baekhyun lies easily, saying it only to tick him off.

"You're seven years off, Byun."

"I never knew you were thirty-seven," Baekhyun gasps over-dramatically, "I can't believe it! I thought you were twelve, considering your maturity and all."

"Hey—" Park stops himself with a sigh. "Well, I guess I'll never be able to convince you unless you see my face, anyway."

At the mention of seeing Park, Baekhyun's lips press into a thin line as he finally opens his eyes again, staring at his place's ceiling. This time, the silence that falls over them is less comforting than before, because Baekhyun's brain is racing with things that he shouldn't be thinking about.

He keeps thinking about big ears and wide eyes; long legs and strong arms. The warm feeling he felt whenever he was around his first love.

They're feelings that he can never replace, even if he so badly wants to rip them out and discard them.

But of course, along with the warm feeling of love, he keeps thinking about the cold feeling of hatred.

Baekhyun clenches his fists and takes a breath, the feeling of betrayal and hurt filling him all too quickly. He tries to tell himself that he's just on the phone with dumbo and that he should suppress these feelings, but he can't even if he tries to.

Because he's not just dumbo.

No matter how much Baekhyun wants to believe that the person he's been talking to for the last five months is someone completely new—a stranger, like he introduced himself... he can't.

The voice simply gave it away too easily.

"Why are you really calling me, Chanyeol?"