ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

T W O

Y/N awoke from bed, feeling not-so-well-rested, Wooyoung gave her a hefty 2 hour talk on why she shouldn't talk to other men but him, which took up until midnight. She started getting ready for school, her clothing options being limited due to the fact that most of her clothes would get her dress coded. She picked out a cute pink long sleeve shirt, decorated with a ribbon and a pair of black flair jeans. Y/N shoved her laptop and pencil case in her bag and waved bye to her parents before heading out. She hoped into her mom's car and turned the engine on, the car revving loudly. It didn't take too long to get to school but Wooyoung specifically told her to use her car, since his license got revoked for drunk driving.

At school, she parked her car and headed towards the main gate, waving to people who she pretended to like while rolling her eyes when she walked past. Once she reached her locker, she put her bag down and waited for classes to start, suddenly she felt a pair of arms wrap around her.

"Mmm..." Wooyoung mumbled into her shoulder, nuzzling his nose in the crook of his neck.

"Hey babe," Y/N greeted, kissing him on the cheek. She noticed blood staining his knuckles. "Whose blood is that?" she asked.

"The art nerd, fucking wimp" She chuckled at his frustrated tone, "Hey I'm serious, if he dares to talk to you again I swear.."

Then a group of girls came up to Y/N, they looked like freshmen; probably asking where their class is.

"Um excuse me?" one of them asked.

"Hm?" Y/N hummed at her question, her eyes still glued to her phone, not caring about the girl in front of her.

"Can you help us? We don't know where our class is." another girl asked.

"fucking freshmans.. what class?" Y/N replied, annoyance seeping through her voice.

"We have Biology." the last girl said.

"Oh I know where that is," Wooyoung said with a fake smile, then his expression dropped. "Up your ass, get out of here. Ask a teacher or something." The girls looked upset with the response they got, they walked away, trying to find another teacher.

The bell rang, signalling the start of classes. Y/N turned to Wooyoung, "What class do you have?" she asked him.

"History, you?"

"English Lit. Why do we never have classes together?" 

"We could ask to align schedules." Wooyoung took a puff of his vape, blowing away from Y/N.

During English Lit., Y/N sat in her regular seat at the back of the class, not bothering to get out any supplies. She scrolled on her phone while the class filled with students, chatter replacing the static silence. The teacher started to explain the task for the day's class, but Y/N wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, a tall, skinny frame stood beside her desk.

"Sorry, miss. Won't do it again." Y/N turned her phone off.

"I'm not the teacher"

Y/N looked up to see a scrawny guy, wearing glasses with a somewhat thick frame and his messy brown hair covering his forehead.

"..Can I help you?" Y/N said with a hint of irritation.

"Uhh I'm supposed to be working with you? For the project" he pointed to the board, which had pairs of names, deciding the assigned classmate to work with for the project.

"Sit there," Y/N pointed to a seat next to her, "Let's split the work, you do the assignment and I write our names on the paper." She took a pen from his front pocket and grabbed the paper. "Your name?"

"Yunho, b-but-" Y/N shushed him and wrote his and her name then gave the paper and pen to him.

"Write whatever the assignment is about, I'm going to sleep." Y/N was about to lay her head down, but Yunho spoke up.

"But, shouldn't you do some work too?" he asked, his big doe eyes staring at her.

"I did, see?" she gestures to their names written on the paper.

"But that's not really work though.." Yunho mutters, clicking his pen and starts to write onto the paper, the ink flowing out of the point of the pen. Minutes passed as Yunho continues to write the assignment while Y/N slept through the class. He looks over to her for a minute, noticing how the sunlight made her face glow, how her luscious hair fell in front of her face, how her-

"Stop. Or Wooyoung will beat you again." Yunho thought to himself, shaking his head and trying to  focus on the task at hand. When class has ended, the students get up and start handing in their work. Yunho started packing up his belongings to go to the next class until he noticed that Y/N was still asleep. 

"..Y/N? Class ended already" he informs quietly, but she's still fast asleep. He then took his hand out and gently tapped her shoulder, attempting to wake her.

"Y/N, it's time to go.." Yunho shook her shoulder lightly which caused her to jolt awake.

"..Huh? What's going o- oh. You. What is it?" Her sleepy eyes bored into his.

"Class ended already." 

"Oh." She took her bag in her hand and started to walk away, going to her next class. Yunho let out a sigh and walked out of class, following his plan to not bump into wooyoung or his gang.

Time passed on quickly, and soon enough, the last bell rang and school was over. Yunho took his bag and left the school gates, planning to come back to go to the art workshop. He checked his phone, a notification from his dad; he had sent him 20$ with a message saying, "Hope you're doing well, we'll be back soon." Yunho smiled at his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. He looked around for a cafe nearby when he saw a matcha cafe that just opened up, he decides to try it out.

As Yunho walks in, he is met with people walking in and out of the store, people chattering and laughing and the bittersweet smell of matcha fills the air. He goes to the counter to order a regular iced matcha latte. Once he receives his order, he walks out feeling content and calm, ready to go back to the art workshop. He didn't realise he was running until he bumped into someone, spilling his drink on their top.

"Fucking asshole! Watch where you're going!" he looks up to find Y/N, looking distressed and covered in his matcha latte.

"Wait no, I'm sorry-" Yunho gets a tissue from his bag and starts to wipe her shirt.

"Ugh don't touch me, pervert!" She walks away angrily, leaving Yunho alone on the street.

He felt bad as he walked back to school, scanning his student card to use the workshop. As he opened the door, he froze in horror at the sight in front of him. Wooyoung and his group gathered around his seat, with Y/N sitting in it; Wooyoung wraps his arms around Y/N's neck as he smirked.

"Surprise, Bitch."