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Chapter 4 ○ Social

𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔: One Day At A Time

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I'm going out from the KQ building towards my place, slowly, savoring the light breeze of the first autumn days. The heat has died down, compared to only some weeks ago, but the temperature is high enough to be delightful and I can wear solely a t-shirt without feeling cold. I put my earphones on and listen to some music to accompany my good mood. It's been a great first day, and I know it's going to be a great first year too. 

My short stroll brings me back to my apartment, a small one, but that will do. Seoul is much more expensive than the last town I was in, and I don't have a particular need for ample spaces. I plan to be at KQ most of the time anyway, I just need a place to crash. I take my shoes off as soon as I step in, and I lay on my bed for a second. I'm more tired than I thought.

But... a little but in my head doesn't let me sleep. Who is Wooyoung? I don't even know his last name. There should be a list of people on the school website. Let's see. I take out my phone, feeling like a stalker, uneasy. I'm just checking out a name, no need to feel like this. Scrolling down, scrolling down... there he is. Jung Wooyoung. 18. He's my age. He will probably have some social account or anything. Instagram, check. Last post is from half an hour ago.

Am I the dickhead? Probably. Still, I giggle at the fact he acknowledges me enough to put me into his post. Must have left a mark on the boy. So, I decide to do something funny and absolutely childish: reply back to his post with one of mine. I don't even know if he'll see it, maybe one of his friends will, though. I just know I feel a rush when thinking about it, so that's what I'm going to do.

It doesn't take much to amuse me, I admit. I'm a simple guy, and I like a good tease. Also, I'd like to know where this goes, as I have no plan whatsoever. I'm just doing whatever I feel like at the moment. And that could mean-

Ping.

A notification. jungyoung wants to send you a message. Well, that's interesting.

So you are watching me, Jung Wooyoung. Good to know. I will act accordingly. This will be fun.

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𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘

This fucker. He's making fun of me even when we're not at KQ now. What does he want with me anyway? This can't be just my imagination, it must be strange even to others. I'll ask the guys.

A part of me would like to arrive late on purpouse tomorrow. But I obviously won't do that for my own sake. Although I hate the fact that he could think I'm actually taking into consideration his words and admonitions. I don't even follow my parents' orders, let alone a stranger's. Screw him, I'm hungry. I should still have some tteokbokki in the cupboard, ready to go. I find the chewy texture very relaxing.

I look at San's Instagram picture once again, trying to ignore the angry sting that I feel at the caption under it. He's good looking, I have to give him that. The blond hair gives him an angelic look which clashes with the rough boy I have known at KQ. Don't judge a book by its cover, apparently it's true. I browse through his other pictures, damn does he know how to strike a pose. His eyes are as hypnotising as they are intimidating and pressuring. It is as if he's truly looking at me through the phone screen. Trying to zoom in into one of his pictures, I accidentally put a like.

"Damn it!"

As I try to remove it, my phone dies down - I never care for the battery and this is the result - and I curse again while I reach for my charger. By the time it powers up again, five minutes have passed. I quickly go back to the picture I was looking at and remove the like.

1 new message from mountainchoi

Damn. I guess I was too late.

Fuck you, Choi San.

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Author's note: this chapter was a bit experimental, with all the chats and posts and such. Did you like the style? Should I use them more often? What do you think?

I see my story views are slowly going up, please do comment, don't be shy! 😄 I welcome everyone to speak their minds. This fanfic is just at the beginning, and any constructive criticism is pure gold to me!

Be safe and have a fun weekend. Maybe I will write a double update today too, but I never write during weekends. What do you usually do in your free days? Let me know!