a work of art [meanie]

Chapter 4

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Wonwoo feels kind of weird, sitting at the cafe, warm cup of tea in his hands and Mingyu across from him at the table. He never thought that something like this would happen. Like for real, Mingyu is sitting opposite him, taking small sips of his hot chocolate, his cheeks a bit red from the cold weather.

Wonwoo and Mingyu. Wonwoo can not believe it.

Wonwoo is the lonely, quiet type while Mingyu is the complete opposite to that.

                                   

                         

"So, how long have you been working at the art school?" Mingyu asks, snapping Wonwoo back to the reality from his garbled thoughts.

"Uhh, not long. I actually had my first day today," Wonwoo answers and takes a sip from his strawberry tea, feeling warmer right away.

"Do you like art?"

"Oh yeah, I really do,"

"I kinda got some sort of artistic vibe of you. You seem to like to draw since you're always drawing at school," Mingyu states and stirs his hot chocolate as if what he just said would be totally normal, while Wonwoo just stares at him blankly.

Mingyu has noticed him at school?

"Do you?" Wonwoo asks as casually as he can.

"I haven't tried, I guess. I have drawn at school in art classes, of course. But, you know, not really voluntarily," Mingyu laughs and Wonwoo nods.

"But I'd like to try. And maybe someday I will," he continues, now staring through the window at the people passing by.

Wonwoo stares out the window as well and they just sit like that there for a while, sipping their hot drinks at times. The people passing them look busy and stressed rushing on the streets, but the atmosphere in the cafe is warm and cozy. It has different aromas wafting out from it, inviting people from the streets to stop by and have a warm drink. Right now Wonwoo can smell coffee, hot chocolate and his strawberry tea, all at the same time. But it is not an unpleasant mix, it somehow smells good.

                

                              

"You know, I've kinda always found artistic people like you interesting," Mingyu breaks the silence and turns his head back to Wonwoo.

"Oh?" Wonwoo would like to punch himself right now for not coming up with anything to say, but Mingyu just smiles at him.

"Yeah, I like how focused they look while they're painting or drawing. It looks like they're in their own world or something. To be honest I'm a little jealous of that, it's impossible for me to forget everything even for one minute," Mingyu explains, moving his gaze to the streets again.

"Maybe you really should give it a try, Mingyu,"

"Yeah, I definitely should,"

                                  

                         

After an hour they are still there, now empty cups in their hands. Mingyu's mother called him and told him to come home soon so they are starting to get ready to leave. Wonwoo still hesitates to ask Mingyu's number, unsure of how to ask for it.

They put their jackets on and prepare themselves for the cold weather waiting for them outside. It would be so pleasant to stay there, where there is warm and comfortable, and Mingyu with his dashing smile on his face, which Wonwoo would like to see everyday. Wonwoo does not want to go to his deadly silent house. It kind of creeps him out at times.

They step out of the cafe, after saying goodbye to the nice workers, and start walking towards the busy street. They live pretty near each other so they walk together.

They talk about pretty much every basic thing that comes up to their minds. Wonwoo really likes talking with Mingyu. But what Wonwoo enjoys even more, is just listening Mingyu talk as he never seems to run out of different subjects to talk about or opinions in different things. Wonwoo feels relaxed and eased as he is actually communicating with someone other than his mother.

But he knows that all this is not as big of a deal to Mingyu as it is to him. Mingyu has tons of friends. He probably has a girlfriend or huge group of friends waiting for him. This must be normal to Mingyu, meeting someone new and hanging out with them right away like this.

He tries to brush that thought off of his mind and concentrates on Mingyu talking about something that happened to him the other day. And suddenly he realizes how comfortable they are around each other. Already? Just a few hours ago they were still a bit awkward. How did this happen?

               

                              

"Wonwoo, uh, would I-, I mean, could I-," Mingyu starts as they reach the big, white house of Mingyu's family.

Wonwoo turns to Mingyu, feeling butterflies in his stomach and nods smiling, reassuring him to go on.

"Umm, can I get your phone number?" Mingyu blurts out and Wonwoo notices his cheeks slightly getting red.

Woah, is Mingyu being sheepish?

"Yeah, of course, I'd love to talk to you later as well," Wonwoo says, surprising himself with his calm tone as he is actually so not calm on the inside. He is relieved that Mingyu asked so he does not have to ask.

Does that mean that Mingyu would like to meet Wonwoo again? Does that mean that Mingyu enjoys his company? Wonwoo tries to settle his messy thoughts and gives his number to smiling Mingyu, double checking that it for sure is right.

"Thanks, I will text you later,"

Mingyu starts walking towards the door of his house, backwards, still facing Wonwoo. Mingyu waves at Wonwoo and Wonwoo waves back at him, and just before Mingyu closes the door, he shows Wonwoo his phone, pointing at it, gesturing that he will text Wonwoo. Wonwoo chuckles and turns around, heading home, smile plastered on his face for the whole time of the walk to home.

                                                                

                                                  

// oh wOW, I noticed that even though my chapters are so lame and short they still take freaking hours to write like the fukkkkk srsly?

English is not my native language so pls bear with me

ily if you're reading this trash

-venus