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a loud ring in his ears wake isak up from his sleep. he quickly reaches for his phone that is under his pillow, pressing answer without even looking at the screen. he guessed it’s probably jonas drunk calling him or high off his mind but he answers just in case.
“hey… baby,” a deep-voiced man greets him before he could say anything. “i’m sorry for being such a fucking dick to you…” who the fuck? isak pulls his phone away from his face, sleepy eyes staring at the unknown number flashing on the screen. the series of numbers seem unfamiliar and he couldn’t pinpoint the voice from anyone he knows. this has got to be a prank call right? he thinks.
isak knows he should stop this call, that this would be the perfect time for him to say something, hey sorry but you got the wrong number dude— anything before this call gets any more weird or awkward. whether it is his curiosity getting the best of him or just plain out horniness he couldn’t find a will in himself to do so. his grip to his phone is tighter as he listens to the heavy breathing at the end of the line. he stays silent pushing down the guilt bubbling in his gut.
a deep breath. “i’m sorry for making you upset. you know this whole thing is new to me so i—” a pause, “that doesn’t matter anymore. i want to make it up to you.”
isak hears muffled rustling and he tucks himself deeper into his own sheets. the voice speaks out again, “you’re— you’re so pretty, baby.” his voice sends shivers along his skin, his senses slightly lifted and he could hear his own heartbeat drumming in his ears. he knows the call isn’t for him and baby isn’t him but it’s 2 in the fucking morning and a stranger with sex practically oozing out of his voice is whispering to his ears. his selfish teenage hormones is getting the better of him. he wants to speak up, say it again— say baby, but isak knows once he says anything the whole illusion would burst.
the shared apartment is dead quiet with everyone already hitting their beds to sleep by 11pm as it’s a weekday. the silence is ringing in his ears as he waits for the other person to speak up again. “are you…” isak notice the hesitancy in his voice, “can we do it through the phone instead?” the heavy breathing, the sensual deep voice and the weighing anticipated silence from the other man heavily implies phone sex and when the realisation hits fingers that are clutching around the phone starts trembling. exit, exit, exit, his mind tells him. cancel the call right now.
isak feel like his heart is about to jump out of his throat, shaking and thundering inside his ribcage. “yeah,” he managed to choke out an airy whisper. you are fucking stupid isak, he could hear eskild’s patronising voice nagging at the back of his mind.
“can you get— can you get naked for me baby?” isak physically shivers at the request, his skin forming small bumps. there is more rustling at the end of the line and isak imagines the faceless stranger taking off his clothes so he follows suit. he removes his boxers with one swift motion before kicking it off to the edge of his bed, leaving him with his tshirt on. he is still hiding under his baby blue bedsheets, subconsciously embarrassed of what he is about to do.
judging from the lack of talking from the other line and the sense of hesitancy every time he speaks, isak assumes the guy is new to this. the only time isak has ever done something close to this was with chris, the stupid third year boy who he had a crush on during first year. he should’ve known chris is all sweet talk and empty promises — hell, everyone around him been saying that especially jonas — but he thought he was so in love with the guy when now in retrospect he might have just been in love with the attention chris gave him. isak thought about being played by chris and what he is doing to a stranger right now. obviously the person is trying to make up for something horrible that he had done and here isak is, fucking lonely, hungry for attention and horny out of his mind, using him. how is he any better than that dickhead chris then? he hears a slight moan in his ear, muffled through the speakers but clear enough. for a moment he thinks to just fuck it, because he called me first, but he shakes away the thought.
he takes in a quick breath before saying, “i’m sorry you have the wrong number bye!” he presses the red button quickly and shoves his phone under his pillow already trying to forget the past twenty minutes ever happened. a ping! is heard from under his pillow and a heavy dread in his chest knows it’s probably the guy. putting his phone on silent, he drops his phone in his bedside drawer instead.
out of sight, out of reach and out of mind.
*
morning comes too quickly for isak. his alarm is buzzing inside his drawer and with a hazy, sleep-induced mind he picks up his phone to turn off the alarm. he sees multiple text notifications from the same unsaved number and the memories of last night strikes onto him, a million emotions going through his mind. the guy must’ve think that he is a creepy, perverted weirdo. hell, what if he called the cops on him? surely he was teering off on assault last night? he had the whole fifteen minutes to close the call but he didn’t. instead he stayed and listened. with a heavy heart he opens the texts.
Wait what the fuck
Sonja???
You’re not Sonja are you? Fuck
Fuck
Sorry
isak reads the series of texts again and again, chewing the inside of his cheek and thinking whether he should reply or not. replying would entail the possibility of a conversation thus addressing what happened last night and isak has still not yet thought of an excuse other than ‘i felt really lonely and horny’. he decides to reply and make up an excuse along the way. the guilt from last night is still settling inside him and he thinks that the stranger deserves an apology.
i’m reallyyyyy sorry!!
i answered because i thought you were my friend and then you said all those things all of a sudden
i didn’t know what to do
again i’m so sorry
morning btw
hope you and sonja worked it out
the ‘sorry’s’ might be overdone but it is isak, he apologises too much just to get his message across (that he really is sorry). he adds a casual morning greeting just to seem nonchalant although the previous texts from him might not show as such. he reads his texts one last time before locking his phone and starts his day.