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여섯 ✧ 원우

S I X  ✧  W O N W O O
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AFTER THE AWKWARD encounter between Mingyu and I, I forced his lazy self to take a shower and get dressed while I cook breakfast for the two of us. He was stubborn at first, saying that he wants to do the cooking; but the morning is most definitely not the time to argue.

For breakfast I decided to make pancakes served with bacon and maple syrup—the classic. I've put on my uniform already and my bag is all set, so the only thing I have to do this early is making breakfast, really.

Just as I am cooking up the last batch of pancakes, Mingyu walks in already in his uniform, his hair still a bit wet from the shower. His greyish-blue tufts fall perfectly into place, and I can't help but stare at it in awe and jealousy, wishing that my hair would actually be like that for once.

"Morning, Crystal." He casually greets as if nothing had happened just twenty minutes ago.

"Morning," I mumble, eyes on the pan to prevent him from seeing the redness of my cheeks as I think of this morning's incident again.

"What's for breakfast?" He asks, and I suddenly feel his presence behind me.

I swivel my head to answer him, only to find him just less of an inch away. He is bent down, shoulders slightly slumped as he peers through mine to see just what I am cooking.

My breath immediately hitches due to the close proximity of our faces, and my heartbeat starts thumping at a speed so quick it amazes me, threatening to lurch out of my chest. Mingyu doesn't really seem to notice, though, and a wide grin appears on his face instead.

"Ah, I love pancakes!" He squeals, and I look at him blankly before chuckling at how adorable he is actually being.

"What?" Mingyu pouts, standing up straighter. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I say, shaking my head and putting aside the pancakes as I start cooking the bacon. "you just sound like a child."

He gasps, feigning offense. "I do not!"

"There you go again," I mutter, flipping over the strips of meat.

He doesn't reply, but instead, I feel fingers poking at both sides of my ribs. I gasp and involuntarily swerve, spatula raised, prepared to fight.

"Don't you dare do that while I am cooking!" I warn, scowling at him. "What if the kitchen catches fire or something?"

He tilts his head back in a laugh, obviously amused. "It won't, Jungie-ah. Trust me."

I pause at his sentence, silently wondering why he called me that instead of my English name. Eventually, however, I decide that I'm just overanalyzing things and shrug it off, telling Mingyu to grab two clean plates from the cabinet so that we can eat. He complies, happily skipping off.

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MOST PEOPLE turn their attention towards us the moment we get to school. They are probably wondering who Mingyu is and just what is he doing following me around, and to be honest, I kind of feel awkward with everyone's eyes on me as these things never really happen to me.

No.

It has, just a little over two years ago.

That time, it had only been a couple of days after my parents' death, and I felt everyone's pitiful glances on me the moment I stepped foot in school. Most of it died down after a couple of weeks or so, though, but some still lingers to this day.

"Crystal," Mingyu whispers, bending down to reach my ear—yes, there is that much height difference— "Why is everyone staring at us?"

I shrug. "Well, you are new here. People will stare."

"Ah," He replies, nodding.

"Mingyu?"

The two of us stop dead in our tracks, and we turn our heads at the direction of the voice. A boy with jet-black hair jogs up to us, his necktie tailing him from behind. He seems familiar, yet I can't seem to match his face with a name; he's a senior as well, I suppose, but somehow his face still doesn't ring a bell.

Mingyu's face brightens when he sees him. "Wonwoo-hyung!" He exclaims, giving the slightly-shorter boy a bear hug. Then, in a lower voice, he asks, "You got assigned here too?"

"Mmm," He hums, and gestures at me. "Is this...?"

"Yeah,"

I look at the two, confused as ever. Am I what?

The boy turns to me and warmly smiles, stretching his hand out. "Hi, I'm Wonwoo."

"Soo Jung," I reply, shaking his hand. "Or Crystal. Whichever you prefer."

"Nice name," Wonwoo says, and I let out a small chuckle before thanking him. Mingyu simply scoffs and hits him lightly in the head, earning a groan from the boy.

"What was that for?" Wonwoo asks, rubbing the spot where he'd been hit.

"Stop being such a tease." Mingyu simply states, making Wonwoo pout despite his cold demeanor.

"Yah, don't be so jealous, Gyu."

Mingyu doesn't say anything, but instead sticks his tongue out at him as a response. Wonwoo simply rolls his eyes instead, seemingly tired of the other.

I sigh, and break the two apart before they cause anymore commotion. "Alright, kids. Settle down; we've got classes to go to."

The two huffs at each other, not satisfied about the way their argument ended. Wonwoo smiles first, though, the playfulness in his tone fading. "So what class do you have now?"

"History," I answer, and Mingyu nods as he has the same class I do. Wonwoo's smile falters, saying he's got physics for first period, and bids us farewell as he makes his way towards the second building.

When he is far enough for me to be sure that he can't hear me, I ask the taller boy, "How'd you know him?"

Mingyu stares off at Wonwoo, who is now bowing politely in front of a teacher. The corners of his lips slightly curves upwards then, and he fondly looks at the boy with black hair.

"He's one of the agents who grew up with me."