Mingyu knew he was screwed.
His whole day had been confusing as fuck, with that sudden conversation with Chaeyeon in the morning, Wonwoo acting like a girl on her period for the whole time he'd been around Mingyu, and now, when it was almost time for Mingyu to leave from the library.
"Why was that bitch talking to me?" Wonwoo seethed, suddenly peering up from his book, and glaring at Mingyu.
"What?"
"Lee Chaeyeon. Why was she talking to me?"
Why was Chaeyeon talking to Wonwoo? "She talked to you?"
"Yes, she fucking did,"
"Doesn't sound like it was anything nice, let alone normal?"
"No shit, Sherlock,"
"What did she say?"
"What else do rich people say to degrade others like me?"
Mingyu refused to believe that. No matter how much Chaeyeon disliked Wonwoo, she wouldn't go to lengths like these to berate anyone. "She wouldn't say stuff like that..."
Wonwoo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Of course, why would you ever believe me?"
Mingyu didn't know how to respond, and whom to side with. What Wonwoo claimed didn't make sense, yet the way Chaeyeon had talked about him that morning sounded very much like she would gladly rip Wonwoo's throat out.
He was interrupted by Wonwoo's fury-filled voice.
"If she doesn't have anything normal to say, tell her to fucking shut her mouth. I won't hesitate to send her to the ER," Wonwoo threatened, and it didn't sound empty in the least. He looked like he was about to unleash all his rage in the library. Mingyu didn't want to deal with anything of that sort, and he grabbed Wonwoo's fisted hand and pulled him down, back into the chair.
Mingyu struggled to hold Wonwoo in place – who eventually settled down. "You could just stay away?" suggested Mingyu.
"WHAT ELSE HAVE I BEEN DOING THEN?! SHE COMES TO ME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THE MORNING AND HUMILIATES ME IN FRONT OF A BUNCH OF PEOPLE!"
"MR. JEON! Might I remind you that you're seated in the library? If you cannot follow basic protocol, I'd think it's best you leave!"
A third voice, belonging to the cranky old librarian lady, boomed in the empty library.
Wonwoo growled, hurriedly shoving his things down in his backpack, muttering a final statement before storming out, glaring holes in the librarian's head. "Thanks for being so helpful," he drawled at Mingyu.
Amidst his sudden outburst, Mingyu forgot having to go back. Only when he caught the librarian sending a disappointed look his way, did he check the time. He was quite later than usual, he realised with alarm, and he was sure he had to confront his mother first thing after he returned.
To add to his displeasure, he found Wonwoo had left one of his books next to him. Mingyu thought about taking it with him, so he could return it the next day. But then he winced, remembering the painful incident when he'd accidentally slipped Wonwoo's diary amongst his stuff. Leaving the book here, in the library, wasn't an option; the lady at the desk would go batshit crazy.
Daring to take the risk, Mingyu decided it was best if he went to Wonwoo's dorm and returned his book right away. Even if Wonwoo didn't happen to be in his room, which Mingyu thought was highly unlikely, he could just leave the book outside, or in the mailbox or something; anything to prevent himself from being attacked again.
