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Chapter Nine: Cliche Partner-ing Up Scene

BITTERSWEET MOMENTS WITH YOU
a jeon wonwoo and kim mingyu fanfiction
CHAPTER NINE: Cliche Partner-ing Up Scene

MONDAY

His next class was music. A broad extracurricular; picked by students who either genuinely have a passion for the form of art, or just need that extra credit so they chose it because it sounded easy. There were subunits within the subject—students having the opportunity to choose which topic of music that they wished to study the most. Mingyu wouldn't say that he was a fanatic for beats and harmonies, but it's not like he moaned and groaned when he had to attend music class every Monday and Thursday. Plus he was able to get the last slot for songwriting, only one signature under Hansol. He had a growing interest in writing down lyrics that if combined with a fast track, it could be considered a rap. He much rather spit words to an eight count, than join Seokmin and Jeonghan belting out notes higher than humanly possible. And considering every student was supposed to choose two topics just in case, Mingyu chose dance. It was another thing he didn't hate doing. He compared it to working out—keeping him in shape for soccer when he wasn't able to go to the gym. Plus he was fortunate to have his select few friends in dance as well.

Soonyoung had been the one to convince everyone to choose it if they didn't already for their first choice. He was one of the few who actually has a passion for music; more particularly dancing. He said it often was his stress reliever, gave him this peace when his mind bustled about other problems in his life. For instance his stupid writing class, where the professor assigned two essays not even a week apart in due dates. Oh how he wishes to strangle that teacher so bad. So when Soonyoung was given the pleasure to have at least one class with all of his best friends, he jumped at the opportunity to force his love for popping and locking onto everyone else. That's fine with Mingyu. Soonyoung tended to make the class tolerable.

The same friend who frustratedly walked through the propped open classroom door, a whine slipping past his lips as he spotted Jeonghan and Minghao. He'd been growing angry at Hansol, who for the past five minutes was explaining that he preferred to pour the milk before the cereal because he swears it gives a more accurate liquid to solid ratio. Mingyu refuses to be a part of the debate, and Seokmin instigated. So when Soonyoung spotted two more people he was positive would take his side, he ran to them sulking and the dramatic need to fake bawl his eyes out. Jeonghan played into Soonyoung's distress, while Minghao stared at him with disgust—or that was until he was smiling at the sight of his boyfriend, and gave him a peck on the lips as the dark brunette took a seat beside him. There was no open floor with multiple wooden desks, but instead at least four rows of fabric bleachers (each row higher than the next), and each student is allowed to pick whatever plastic chair they wanted. Mingyu and his small group tended to sit in the back, on the highest level.

And it looks as though Wonwoo sat in the front. Had he always been in this class?

He was with his own select few friends. Them all taking one seat after another. Mingyu watched the way Wonwoo dropped his black bag beside his chair, nice figure then elegantly taking a seat as if knowing he had interested eyes watching his every move. Well he did. Mingyu's interested eyes. He has nice collarbones. They're deep and so beautifully unscarred, that the younger man is entranced. He wants to drag his finger across the skin, maybe even let pressure be put into the dip, awaiting for the sign of pleasure within the act. Wonwoo would shiver, his own hands going up to the way that Mingyu moved his hands about his shoulders and daringly trailed lower to his chest. It'd all feel so intimate...and holy shit, the soccer player could not wait to complete this bet.