Don't Text Me | Taesan X Woonhak

30: Worst texter alive!

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The next day,

Han Dongmin's mood was officially categorized as a public health hazard. He spent the entire morning mentally drafting a three-volume thesis on why Woonhak was the most irritating creature to ever walk the earth. The nonchalance of those texts, the casual lack of exclamation points and emojis, haunted him through every lecture.

While the professor was writing on the board, Dongmin was staring blankly at his notebook, aggressively crossing out his notes while imagining yesterday's conversation. It replayed in his head for what had to be the fiftieth time.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

Then nothing.No random memes. No "Good morning, Taesanie." Nothing. Absolutely nothing!!!

"...Annoying.Worst texter alive."

During the hallway rush between periods, normally he'd enjoy the peaceful walk between classes.Today, he walked through the corridor while still replaying imaginary arguments.

"I was busy."
Busy doing WHAT? Napping?
"I forgot."
Who forgets to text after getting beaten up?
"You're acting like I committed a crime."
Maybe you should've.
He snorted.

Right as he was about to turn, he almost walked directly into the Department Head.

He instinctively let out a massive, dramatic eye-roll before he could stop himself, entirely because he was still criticizing Woonhak's texting in his head.

The professor stopped, blinking in absolute confusion at the raw audacity of a student rolling his eyes at him in broad daylight.

The professor adjusted his glasses. "...Mr. Han?"

Dongmin froze. "...Professor."

The older man stared at him strangely.
"You've been glaring at me for the past ten seconds."

Dongmin blinked."...I was?"

"Quite intensely."

"... I'm very sorry, sir."

After he walked away, Dongmin buried his face in one hand. "...Great."

"I almost picked a fight with a professor because of that idiot."

・・・・・

When he finally got home, he stomped through the front door, radiating pure, concentrated pettiness.

Jihoon was leaning against the kitchen counter, a smirk already plastered on his face. "Well, look who survived his grand return to society. How was college, Oh Exonerated One? Did you get a red carpet?"

Dongmin didn't even look at him. He marched past toward the stairs, throwing a bitter, sarcastic parting shot over his shoulder. "Maybe you should focus less on my social life and more on studying for your college entrance exams. At this rate, the only red carpet you're getting is the one leading to a gap year."

"Wow. That was oddly hostile." Jihoon yelled after him. "Who spit in your iced Americano?!"

"Focus on your entrance exam."

"You sound like Dad."

"And you sound unemployed."

"I'M A STUDENT."

"Then study."

Dongmin slammed his bedroom door shut, ignored the world, and face-planted directly onto his mattress. He rolled onto his back, grumpily pulling out his phone. He opened the chat.