a work of art [meanie]

Chapter 3

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Wonwoo smiles at Mingyu. Then he remembers where they are.

"Wait, what are you doing here?" Wonwoo asks confused.

"Oh yeah, right, I came to look for my little sister. She hasn't been answering her phone and we can't find her anywhere. I came here because she has art classes here but I can't even find the right classroom," Mingyu explains, concerned expression on his face and Wonwoo has to keep himself from smiling stupidly at Mingyu's sweetness.

"Nari?" Wonwoo asks and Mingyu's eyes widen.

"Yes! Do you know where Nari is?" he asks eagerly and Wonwoo can not hold himself back from smiling anymore.

"Yeah, I walked her home after her art class because she told she had lost her phone and couldn't get home alone." he answers, smiling widely.

Mingyu looks relieved, a smile spreading to his face after Wonwoo finishes his sentence.

"Ohh, thank you so much, Wonwoo," Mingyu smiles so wide that Wonwoo wonders how Mingyu's face has not ripped apart already and tells Mingyu that it was no problem. He feels a bit surprised that Mingyu knows his name although they have never really talked. Maybe he has heard his name at the class or something.

"For real, thanks, I'm so relieved now that I know she's safe," Mingyu continues, "Is there anything I could do in return?"

"Oh, no, you don't have to do anything. It's okay, no problem, really," Wonwoo tries to convince him.

Mingyu then smiles and thanks Wonwoo for like the ninth time, bowing, and Wonwoo bows as well. Mingyu starts heading towards the exit and Wonwoo goes to the art room, near the exit. As Wonwoo walks to the class, he lets out a sigh and starts picking up the brushes.

Soon he turns around to put the brushes on his hand to the table, and gets startled, once again, as he sees Mingyu at the door, leaning against it.

"Can I help you clean up?" Mingyu asks, chuckling little at startled Wonwoo.

"I thought you left already, goddamn, you scared me for like the tenth time today," Wonwoo blurts out and Mingyu just laughs at Wonwoo's outburst, making Wonwoo smile at him sheepisly, wishing to hear Mingyu laugh more.

Mingyu does not wait for Wonwoo's reply and grabs a cloth from the sink and starts wiping off paint from tables.

"Wait, you don't have to-,"

"But I want to," Mingyu protests and keeps cleaning.

Wonwoo just shrugs and grabs a cloth as well.

During cleaning they talk a lot of different things to fill the awkward silence. Mingyu ends up telling about Nari, his friends, school and random things, like his favorite food. Wonwoo mostly listens and nods his head at times to show that he is listening. Mingyu asks about Wonwoo's work and is amazed by how he manages both, school and work. Soon they finish tidying up the whole classroom and are ready to leave. Wonwoo would want to spend more time with Mingyu but there is no way he could say that to the latter. He wanted to ask Mingyu's number so badly but could not bring himself to do it.

We just met, how could I ask for his number?
What if he knows I'm gay and gets uncomfortable?

Wonwoo came out as a gay to his parents a year ago, but since he does not really have any friends, there is not anyone else who would know. But what if Mingyu somehow knows?

Wonwoo brushes those thoughts off and turns to Mingyu, who is now talking something about wanting a dog but his parents are not letting him get one. He smiles a little at Mingyu's cute complaining and tells him he owns a small dog.

"You do? Oh really?"

"Yeah, his name is Mongshil," Wonwoo tells to Mingyu.

"Ohh, I really want one! Be careful, someday I will come and take him from you," Mingyu swears and Wonwoo laughs.

"Would you like to go to the cafe near here? I'm not in the mood to go home yet and I feel like hanging out with you," Mingyu suddenly asks, making Wonwoo's heart skip a beat.

Stop, Wonwoo, just stop. He doesn't mean it that way. He just wants to be your friend, Wonwoo thinks to himself and tries to hide his slightly blushed cheeks.

"Yes, I'd love to, why not," Wonwoo talks nervously, stupid smile spreading to his face.

// l a m e
-venus