Dongmin leaned back in his chair, staring at his phone screen after the last of his morning classes had ended. The classroom was empty now, the hum of students long gone, and the quiet was almost comforting as he waited for Donghyun to finish his class. He had some assignments he could work on, but his mind wandered to other things.
Specifically, to Woonhak, who hadn’t texted him at all yesterday. He didn’t care, of course. But as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, he couldn’t help but wonder why the usual annoying pings had been missing. Just as he was thinking about it, his phone buzzed.
12:14 PM
Woonhak: Yo.
Dongmin stared at the text for a second, already feeling the headache forming.
Dongmin: What now?
Woonhak: Guess where I am.
Dongmin: Jail, hopefully.
Woonhak: Close. Nurse’s office.
Dongmin: What did you do this time?
Woonhak: I may have fallen down the stairs.
Dongmin: How do you "may" fall down stairs?
Woonhak: OK, fine. I definitely fell down the stairs. But it wasn’t my fault! The stairs were slippery, and I was distracted!
Dongmin: Distracted by what, your own reflection?
Woonhak: Hey, I’m a lot of things, but vain isn’t one of them! It was the vending machine, okay? The chips got stuck.
Dongmin: So, you fell trying to get chips?🤨
Woonhak: No, I fell trying to kick the machine to get the chips out. Big difference.
Dongmin couldn’t help but snort at that. He shook his head, already imagining Woonhak’s dramatics over a bag of chips.
Dongmin: Wow. You’re a real genius.
Woonhak: Hey! I’m in pain here, Taesan.
Dongmin: You literally texted me "yo" like everything was fine.🙄
Woonhak: That’s because I was bored. The nurse left me alone for a bit.☹️
Dongmin: Maybe she needed a break from your whining.
Woonhak: I don’t whine. I express myself with passion.🤩
Dongmin: Sounds like whining to me.
Woonhak: 😒 Anyway, my ankle’s a little messed up. Maybe sprained or something.
Dongmin: Are you telling me this because you think I care?
Woonhak: Well, duh. I’m your favorite person.💖
Dongmin: You’re delusional again.
Woonhak: Awww, you don’t mean that. I bet you’re secretly worried about me right now.😌
Dongmin: I’m really not.
Woonhak: Come on, admit it. You’re picturing me hobbling around and feeling so bad that you can’t help.
Dongmin: What I’m picturing is you dramatically flailing on the floor, crying over your chips.
Woonhak: First of all, rude. Second of all, accurate. I never got those chips. 😔
Dongmin grinned despite himself, already feeling the familiar pull of amusement that always came with talking to Woonhak. He quickly masked it with a sigh.
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Don't Text Me | Taesan X Woonhak
FanfictionW: You're not Jihoon? T: No, I'm not, you idiot. Taesan received a random text from a stranger. Initially, he planned to block the chatterbox, but somehow, he found himself replying to him every day.
