fake boyfriends [meanie]

Chapter 1

1030 words

Wonwoo's life as a freshman is pretty normal. He has a lot of stress and sleep debt, and a huge amount of empty coffee cups all over his dorm. The midterms are getting nearer day by day and he stresses even more, sleeps even less and drinks even more coffee.

Also, Wonwoo parties pretty much. He and his friends have a habit of going out at least once every two weeks, to let loose after a tiring week, as Mingyu puts it. It's usually Mingyu who begs for the others to go to parties with him. And no matter what Mingyu asks, Wonwoo always gives in.

Wonwoo struggles with the same exact problems as almost every teenager does. But he has also one, a bit more complicated, problem.

It all started at a party, on a totally normal Friday night.
   
    
    
    
    
  

Friday the 26th of February, 2016

  

Wonwoo closes the door behind him, and plops to the bed, burying himself under comforting blanket and pillows. He lets out a sigh. He's finally back in his own dorm, laying in his cozy bed. He feels really relieved that it's Friday because he can spend two days just laying in his bed, eating and watching k-dramas or anime, not having to drag himself to classes. And what's best, he doesn't have to deal with all the noisy students of his school. Now the only sound he hears is the ticking of the clock.

It's six o'clock so it has gotten a bit darker outside already, and so the room is dark since Wonwoo didn't turn the lights on as he prefers being in the dark. Although Wonwoo is tired after a long school day, he isn't able to take a nap. He never is. He's one of those people who just can't fall asleep in the middle of the day. Giving up on trying to fall asleep, Wonwoo fumbles looking for his phone in the dark. When he finally finds his phone and unlocks it, the bright light of the screen dazzles him, making his eyes and head hurt. Wonwoo squints his eyes and groans, eyebrows knitted together. When he tries to adjust the brightness, he only manages to drop the phone on his face.

"OW, WHAT THE FUCK-,"

Wonwoo sits up quickly, pillows falling off the bed, as well as his dear phone. He rubs his hurting face, wriggling in the bed while whining in pain.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND YOUR FAMILY!" Wonwoo shouts to his phone, which is laying on the floor.

Realizing that he practically threw it there, he scrambles to the floor to pick it up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did I break you? Please don't be dead, pretty please, please don't," He mutters it like a mantra, and sighs in relief as he notices that at least the screen didn't shatter.

The door of his room flies open, Hoshi's face appearing - he's one of Wonwoo's few friends.

"Um, Wonwoo, are you okay?" Hoshi asks, "and why is it so dark in here?"

Hoshi switches the lights on, revealing Wonwoo and the pillows now outspread on the floor, Wonwoo caressing the phone in his hands, blanket still half around him.

"I'm totally fine, thanks for asking. But I'm not so sure about my phone," Wonwoo mutters, not even sparing a glance at the confused boy standing by the door as he's still looking for any possible scratches on his phone.

"No, Wonwoo, you're not," Hoshi sighs, "if you're seriously talking to your fucking phone, you're not okay."

"But I dropped it! It could've died!" Wonwoo practically screams, "if that had happened who'd I now hang out with and spend my da-" Wonwoo gets cut off by Hoshi letting out a frustrated, loud sigh.

"Okay, Jeon Wonwoo. You're not staying in this room any longer. You're going insane. Get up."

Wonwoo looks up at Hoshi, crinkling his nose at him, muttering a quiet complain of but I was just joking, why you gotta be so humorless, but eventually gets up, stumbling bit.

"And where would I be going? The library is closed already, you know," Wonwoo snickers. Wonwoo tends to spend a lot of his free time in the library of their campus. He's kind of known for it, being the 'library kid'. Hoshi grabs Wonwoo's hand, not answering, and starts to drag him out of his dorm.

"No, wait! Where are you taking me?" Wonwoo squeals, as he realizes that Hoshi isn't joking. Hoshi remains silent, now dragging Wonwoo behind him on the hallway.

"A kid being kidnapped right here, somebody help me!" Wonwoo yelps, making Hoshi to stop for a second and turn to him.

"Shut up. You're going to thank me later."

  
    
     
   
   
  
  
  

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But gratitude is not what Wonwoo feels few hours later, oh, hell no. He feels like he could strangle the life out of that little piece of crap called Hoshit.

Wonwoo is standing in the middle of loud, dancing crowd of students, trying not to bump into everyone around him. They are jumping, dancing, screaming, making out and drinking - exactly what those kind of people usually do on their Friday evenings. And then there's Wonwoo, standing alone, blank expression on his face. He feels like a kid who lost his mother at the grocery shop. It isn't far from the truth though - Wonwoo can't find Hoshi anywhere anymore, even though he was just a minute ago next to Wonwoo.

Then Wonwoo spots Hoshi's head in the crowd. "Speaking of the devil," he mutters to himself as he sees Hoshi make his way towards him.

"Can I go home now? I've been here for half an hour already," Wonwoo whines when Hoshi's back next to him.

"Nope," Hoshi says, popping the 'p' annoyingly.

"Can I at least get my phone back?" Wonwoo starts getting impatient. When Hoshi dragged him out of his room, he took Wonwoo's phone from him, rationalizing it with saying that it was compromising Wonwoo's opportunity of socializing with others. Bullshit.

"Nope," Hoshi repeats, even more annoyingly if possible, "You're here to be social. Cheer up!"

"Cheer my ass." he sticks out his tongue.