ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"What got you so pissed off today, huh?"

"You seriously don't know? Mingyu, my dear idiot of a friend. I believe you just outdid  yourself yesterday."

"What did I do?"

"More like, what you didn't  do."

"What are you even talking about?"

I watched as Myungho slumped into his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other. His hand pressed against his forehead, rubbing his temple as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous thing today.

"What did I tell you yesterday?"

"You told me to go to the library and hand in that usb drive you couldn't submit because you were busy."

"Yes, and where exactly were you the whole afternoon yesterday?"

"I was...here...in the dorm...sleeping...oh my god."

He glares at me, his lips tightly pressed, as if trying to hold back all the Chinese profanities he knows and hurl them right at my face.

"Did he wait there for hours?"

"You're lucky the guy isn't a hothead. He called me five hours later, wondering where the heck you were."

"I feel like trash."

"You are one. You owe the guy for wasting his time. Not only did he waste hours waiting, but he also had to work through the night just to finish editing the photos for the paper, since you, my dear friend, didn't hand it to him like I told you."

"Geez, I get it. I'm sorry."

"Nope, not to me. Say that to him. The guy is already pale as a ghost, and now you're making it worse by making him lose sleep. He might even be anemic for all we know."

"I get it, I get it. Just call him in your phone and let me talk to him."

It really wasn't my intention to ghost the guy. I arrived at the dorm that day completely exhausted, still feeling the strain from our intense soccer practice. I was drained, both physically and mentally, after having taken a gruelling test that morning. My body just collapsed onto the bed, and I dozed off almost instantly, the weight of my fatigue overtaking me.

He must be a remarkably patient guy to wait that long. I wonder why he didn't just call Myungho earlier though.

"Hello? Myungho?"

Hmm, that's a deep voice. "Ah, yes, is this Wonwoo sunbae?" I suddenly felt shy, my words stumbling over each other as I gripped the phone tighter in my hand.

"Yes, that's me. Who is this?"

If 'handsome' had a voice, this would be it—smooth and melodic.

"Ah, umm, this is Mingyu. I'm the guy who was supposed to meet you yesterday but totally didn't... And I'm really sorry. I swear I didn't mean to do that." There was silence on the other line. Was he actually mad? Why isn't he saying anything?

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

What the heck? He wasn't even listening? Calm down, Mingyu. You're the one at fault here.

"I was wondering if maybe I could treat you out sometime as an apology. I really feel bad for wasting your time like that."

Silence. Is this how he's getting back at me?

"Huh? Oh, no need. I wasn't busy anyway."

I could hear the sound of fast clicking on the other line. Is he typing something right now?