#heirloom.

what came from the other end of the phone was a flurry of hurried korean, broken by english so that he could understand, and mikhail, in all his spoiled nature, only rolled his eyes at his mother’s concern. so he said yes, no, yes i’m alright -- how long will it be until you finish?; draped on one of the couches in the hufflepuff common room, fingers grazing against the book he had open on the floor. he wouldn’t have moved an inch hadn’t it been for minhyuk, who he flashed a quick smile to, and in a burst of genius ( at least, he thought so ), said goodbye to his mother, and motioned for the other boy to come over with his free hand.

“hey,” he said, by way of greeting, holding out the phone he just used, “you know what phones are, right? how would you like a new one?”

the phone, now, dangled between his index and his thumb. mikhail thought it an act of charity. otherwise, he would’ve just thrown it away, and purchased another. “i mean, you don’t have to. i just want to change my number.”