Hotline Help
Title: Hotline Help
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Length: 1.1k
Warnings: Topic of suicide is slightly covered
Notes: I wanted to make this fic WAY longer than it was supposed to be, but I couldn't due to a number of reasons. I also initially wanted to take this fic into way more serious territory but the prompter wanted crack, which I have come to find I am really bad at, so that's why I wrote it like this. Hopefully this was enough to cover the basics of what the prompter asked for. Sorry if it isn't what you wanted! Also, please do understand that I do not take the topic of suicide lightly or jokingly, my writing does not reflect what I truly feel about it.
Summary: When Jongin can't make a decision he gets help from an unlikely place
Jongin looked at the reflection of himself in the full size mirror of the fitting room. The glow of the overhead light illuminated the planes of his face well and accentuated the curves of his body. He couldn’t find any faults in his appearance and yet there was something that troubled him. It was the red underwear that he was currently wearing. In fact, it was the only piece of clothing he was wearing.
He turned around and bent till his palms touched the floor and then contorted his body so that he could get his head in a position to see the mirror from behind him. And in that position, despite the strain of his muscles and the painful twist of his waist, he wiggled his butt and watched his butt jiggle in reaction.
He stood back up and sighed deeply. Then he looked up at the blue underwear hanging on the wall that he had tried on earlier. The blue one had hugged his ass perfectly and the shade of blue complimented his skin tone well, but the problem was that the red underwear looked just as good him and he was having the hardest time deciding which one he was he going to get.
Jongin picked up his phone and saw that no one had responded to any of his texts for help that he sent out. He grumbled and dialed his three closest friends in hopes that they wouldn’t be busy and would answer, but no one picked up. When he finally finished with his third unfinished call he noticed a flyer taped to the dressing room door. The words “24/7 hotline” and “someone will ALWAYS answer your call” stood out to him and in an act of desperation and little bit of stupidity he dialed the number at the bottom of the paper. It rang twice before a soothing low voice was heard on the other end.
“Hello. This is Minseok with the Things Will Get Better Hotline would you like to tell me your problem?”
“Yes I need help.”
“Ok sure please go ahead and tell me whatever it is.”
“I need help deciding something.”
“Deciding what exactly?”
“This is kind of embarrassing. I don’t know if I want to ask a complete stranger about this.”
“I understand that it may be a bit difficult to discuss your problems with somebody you don’t know, but I can assure you that I will not judge you and any information you give me will remain private. I will try to help you in any way that I can.”
Jongin fingered the waistline of the red underwear he was wearing and decided that a total stranger’s opinion on his choice of underwear would probably be a good idea instead of his friends. The stranger could be objective and give genuine advice instead of placating him like his friends likely would.
“Alright Minseok I’m going to be totally honest with you here.”
“And I encourage you to be honest with me. Lies will only make this more complicated.”
“I’m currently in the fitting room of a store and I’m just having a really hard time.”
“Do you feel exasperated?”
“Yes.”
“Do you feel like your world is about to fall apart?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you feel lonely?”
“I guess so. None of my friends are around to help me out right now and they aren’t answering my calls or texts either.”
“Well I can be your friend then.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“Now go on and explain your problem to me.” After one last look in the mirror Jongin let out a breath and decided to just get it over with.
“The problem is that I don’t know which pair of underwear to buy.” There was a pause on the other end of the line.
“Excuse me?” Instead of the friendly and calm voice being transmitted through the phone there was only confusion and bewilderment.
“You see I’m probably going on a date within the next week with this really hot guy from my chemistry class, and if things end up going as well as I hope for them to be, we’re going to be doing the do at some point. Now, I need to pick the best looking pair of underwear if I want to get properly laid. There’s this really nice dark red one that I have on now. It makes me look sexy and desirable, but then there’s also the nice blue one which just perfectly suits me. So which one should I pick?”
There was dead silence and Jongin continued to turn and observe himself at every angle in the mirror as he waited for Minseok to say something.
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?” Jongin held the phone away from his ear as Minseok’s voice blasted through.
“Whoa dude you almost busted my eardrums please stop screaming. And yes I’m serious, I really want to impress this guy. I haven’t gotten laid in over two months. Two Months. I need this. More specifically, my dick needs this.”
“Is this some kind of sick joke? Why are you calling here?”
“Bro, I already told you. My underwear dilemma, now hurry up and choose one because I need to get going soon and I’ve been in this dressing room for over half an hour.”
“I can’t believe this. This is just as worse as those sick bastards who call just to hear our voices and jack off to it. You are an asshole!”
“Wait one second, how the hell am I an asshole?”
“Do you even know what number you just called you low life? This is a fucking suicide prevention hotline! I could be missing out on a call from a potential suicide case and instead you’re wasting my time asking which color underwear you should wear just so you can get laid!” Jongin almost dropped his phone from the hostility in Minseok’s voice. His eyes went straight to the advert on the door where he had found the number and after closer inspection he finally saw the description that stated that it was a suicide prevention hotline.
“Oh.”
“Is that all you have to say for yourself!?”
“Ok just choose a color real quick and then I can hang up and you can go back to work.”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU STILL ASK ME THIS. FINE JUST CHOOSE BLUE. NOW DON’T CALL AGAIN FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS. BYE.”
The call instantly disconnected and Jongin was left with silence.
“So blue?” He narrowed his eyes at the blue underwear hanging up before him and then nodded his head. “Yes blue it is. That Minseok guy sure made a good choice.” He changed back into his clothes, grabbed the blue underwear off the hanger, and then headed towards the cashiers to make his purchase.
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Length: 1.1k
Warnings: Topic of suicide is slightly covered
Notes: I wanted to make this fic WAY longer than it was supposed to be, but I couldn't due to a number of reasons. I also initially wanted to take this fic into way more serious territory but the prompter wanted crack, which I have come to find I am really bad at, so that's why I wrote it like this. Hopefully this was enough to cover the basics of what the prompter asked for. Sorry if it isn't what you wanted! Also, please do understand that I do not take the topic of suicide lightly or jokingly, my writing does not reflect what I truly feel about it.
Summary: When Jongin can't make a decision he gets help from an unlikely place
Jongin looked at the reflection of himself in the full size mirror of the fitting room. The glow of the overhead light illuminated the planes of his face well and accentuated the curves of his body. He couldn’t find any faults in his appearance and yet there was something that troubled him. It was the red underwear that he was currently wearing. In fact, it was the only piece of clothing he was wearing.
He turned around and bent till his palms touched the floor and then contorted his body so that he could get his head in a position to see the mirror from behind him. And in that position, despite the strain of his muscles and the painful twist of his waist, he wiggled his butt and watched his butt jiggle in reaction.
He stood back up and sighed deeply. Then he looked up at the blue underwear hanging on the wall that he had tried on earlier. The blue one had hugged his ass perfectly and the shade of blue complimented his skin tone well, but the problem was that the red underwear looked just as good him and he was having the hardest time deciding which one he was he going to get.
Jongin picked up his phone and saw that no one had responded to any of his texts for help that he sent out. He grumbled and dialed his three closest friends in hopes that they wouldn’t be busy and would answer, but no one picked up. When he finally finished with his third unfinished call he noticed a flyer taped to the dressing room door. The words “24/7 hotline” and “someone will ALWAYS answer your call” stood out to him and in an act of desperation and little bit of stupidity he dialed the number at the bottom of the paper. It rang twice before a soothing low voice was heard on the other end.
“Hello. This is Minseok with the Things Will Get Better Hotline would you like to tell me your problem?”
“Yes I need help.”
“Ok sure please go ahead and tell me whatever it is.”
“I need help deciding something.”
“Deciding what exactly?”
“This is kind of embarrassing. I don’t know if I want to ask a complete stranger about this.”
“I understand that it may be a bit difficult to discuss your problems with somebody you don’t know, but I can assure you that I will not judge you and any information you give me will remain private. I will try to help you in any way that I can.”
Jongin fingered the waistline of the red underwear he was wearing and decided that a total stranger’s opinion on his choice of underwear would probably be a good idea instead of his friends. The stranger could be objective and give genuine advice instead of placating him like his friends likely would.
“Alright Minseok I’m going to be totally honest with you here.”
“And I encourage you to be honest with me. Lies will only make this more complicated.”
“I’m currently in the fitting room of a store and I’m just having a really hard time.”
“Do you feel exasperated?”
“Yes.”
“Do you feel like your world is about to fall apart?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you feel lonely?”
“I guess so. None of my friends are around to help me out right now and they aren’t answering my calls or texts either.”
“Well I can be your friend then.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“Now go on and explain your problem to me.” After one last look in the mirror Jongin let out a breath and decided to just get it over with.
“The problem is that I don’t know which pair of underwear to buy.” There was a pause on the other end of the line.
“Excuse me?” Instead of the friendly and calm voice being transmitted through the phone there was only confusion and bewilderment.
“You see I’m probably going on a date within the next week with this really hot guy from my chemistry class, and if things end up going as well as I hope for them to be, we’re going to be doing the do at some point. Now, I need to pick the best looking pair of underwear if I want to get properly laid. There’s this really nice dark red one that I have on now. It makes me look sexy and desirable, but then there’s also the nice blue one which just perfectly suits me. So which one should I pick?”
There was dead silence and Jongin continued to turn and observe himself at every angle in the mirror as he waited for Minseok to say something.
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?” Jongin held the phone away from his ear as Minseok’s voice blasted through.
“Whoa dude you almost busted my eardrums please stop screaming. And yes I’m serious, I really want to impress this guy. I haven’t gotten laid in over two months. Two Months. I need this. More specifically, my dick needs this.”
“Is this some kind of sick joke? Why are you calling here?”
“Bro, I already told you. My underwear dilemma, now hurry up and choose one because I need to get going soon and I’ve been in this dressing room for over half an hour.”
“I can’t believe this. This is just as worse as those sick bastards who call just to hear our voices and jack off to it. You are an asshole!”
“Wait one second, how the hell am I an asshole?”
“Do you even know what number you just called you low life? This is a fucking suicide prevention hotline! I could be missing out on a call from a potential suicide case and instead you’re wasting my time asking which color underwear you should wear just so you can get laid!” Jongin almost dropped his phone from the hostility in Minseok’s voice. His eyes went straight to the advert on the door where he had found the number and after closer inspection he finally saw the description that stated that it was a suicide prevention hotline.
“Oh.”
“Is that all you have to say for yourself!?”
“Ok just choose a color real quick and then I can hang up and you can go back to work.”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU STILL ASK ME THIS. FINE JUST CHOOSE BLUE. NOW DON’T CALL AGAIN FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS. BYE.”
The call instantly disconnected and Jongin was left with silence.
“So blue?” He narrowed his eyes at the blue underwear hanging up before him and then nodded his head. “Yes blue it is. That Minseok guy sure made a good choice.” He changed back into his clothes, grabbed the blue underwear off the hanger, and then headed towards the cashiers to make his purchase.