ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"I like you."

"What the fuck?"

"What the? You're a dude?"

Wait, I think we got the whole sequence mixed up for a second.

Let's rewind a bit, shall we?

One fine day, I was casually walking toward my classroom when I suddenly bumped into a dear friend of mine.

"Hey, Kim Mingyu, where the hell were you?"

Hoshi was drenched in sweat, the sight instantly making me take a step back.

"I was in the bathroom."

"What? You took a shit or something? You were gone for 20 minutes."

I did, in fact, take a dump. But admitting that to him wouldn't do me any good.

"No. I was just taking the long way back."

Hoshi scoffed, his hand wiping a bead of sweat off the side of his face.

"You just didn't want to help around here."

He pointed at the streamers hung up on the ceiling.

"You were supposed to be the one hanging those up, considering you're the giant around here."

I knew this was going to happen, which is why I escaped as soon as the teacher announced we should start decorating for our booth.

"Fine. I'll do the rest."

I only managed to escape for 20 minutes, though. A good chunk of that time was spent in a bathroom stall, delivering the biggest shit I had ever pushed.

Never again will I eat a spicy taco after that.

Hoshi was now shoving rolls of paper streamers onto my arms. My eyes instantly drooped as he kept piling on more.

"Don't you dare try those puppy eyes on me, Mingyu. They don't work."

"Aww, come on, Hoshi. This is too much. How am I supposed to finish all of this today?"

"You could've finished it if you hadn't hidden earlier."

Keeping my mouth shut was probably the best thing to do for now.

I marched to a corner with the rolls of paper streamers and tossed them down onto the floor, carefully unrolling and measuring them.

I carefully taped one end of the streamer and draped it across the wall in a scalloped pattern, taping it in between to keep its shape. Holding my breath kept me on my toes as I reached up to the highest points of the ceiling. The stool beneath me wobbled every second or so as I shifted my position.

Just as I was about to step down and move to the next side, the stool slipped.

"Ahhh!!"

Oh my God, am I dead?

Did I just fall to my death?

How come I don't feel anything?

I slowly opened my eyes and was surprised to see myself sitting on top of a classmate.

"Wonwoo?"

"Ughhh. Get off already."

"Oops, sorry."

I quickly stood up and watched him slowly get to his feet. His hand rubbed his torso as he tried to massage away the pain from when I had just landed my ass on him.