That Boy Next Door || Wonwoo

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^^^ SlAY ME LeO
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Your POV

My eyes widened.

"Stay ... With you?" I repeated.

"You hate being alone, don't you?" Wonwoo asked.

I nodded and looked down, "How'd you know?"

He smiled lightly, "Min."

Mingyu why I outta...

"So?" He asked.

Well... Since mom thought he was a nice guy...

//Flashback//

I dug through my back pack, looking for my pencil. I felt a piece of crumpled paper, and pulled it out. Oh. Its Wooshin's note... I flipped the paper around, squinting to read the small font.

P.s. Mom said to stay with Wonwoo ;)

Oh my god. I crumpled the paper and shoved it as deep as I could down my backpack (into the depths of hell). God mom...

//End//

"But what about your parents-"

"They're on vacation. And Jungkook went to college."

Should I really? I dont like him or anything... So it should be fine, right? Besides... Mom said I should so...

"Hurry and go get your stuff," Wonwoo twisted me around and pushed me towards my house. "I'll be waiting here."

"Okay..." I ran into my house, and upstairs to my room.

I grabbed the duffle bag from my closet and threw it on my bed. What should I bring??  Comfy clothes... And clothes to wear outside... Oh, I should bring his sweatshirt back... I pulled it off the hanger and put it to my nose. It smells like him...

"Yn!!" He yelled from outside," What's taking so long??!!"

"I'm almost done!!" I yelled back.

Tch. So impatient. I grabbed a few pairs of shorts and jeans and a few sweatshirts and tees, stuffing them into my bag. This should be enough...? Oh yeah. Underwear. I grabbed a few random ones and shoved them deep in my bag, covering them with my other clothes. Bra... I grabbed one from my drawers and put them down by my underwear. Now is this enough?? I sighed. Whatever. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I walked out. Wait my blanket! I ran back upstairs to grab my blanket. Okay! Now I can go...

"Sorry did you wait long?" I asked once I got outside.

"Ani it's okay," he smiled, "let's go in."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, and up the stairs.

"This is the guest room you can stay here."

"Ah," I set my stuff down on the bed, "it's nice."

He smiled, leaning against the door frame, "That's a relief."

Silence.

He cleared his throat, "Are you hungry or anything??"

"Uh, kinda... You know how to cook?"

"... No..." He scratched his head nervously.