wonwoo | mrs. kim | seungcheol
"Well, you know what to do. Y'all are smart creatures and I believe that you can all do good on your exams. Goodluck, kids."
"Damn, exams are boring."
"What was that, Wonwoo?"
"Nothing, Mrs. Kim. I just thought that your dress matches your eyes really well, that's all."
"Oh really? Thankyou. Now, two hours detention."
"But Mrs. Kim-"
"No buts, Wonwoo. Detention after examination."
While their proctor was handing out their test papers, Wonwoo noticed a vandal on his armchair that was rather amusing than their goddamn proctor.
"Poor, lad. Did she even answer her math exam at this rate? I bet she fell asleep right after writing this."
A chuckle escaped Wonwoo's lips and he grabbed his Sharpie and started scribbling down on his armchair.
"What you got there, man?"
"Oh, nothing. Its just someone vandalized and asked for help on her math exam."
"And?"
"Well, in return, I'm helping her out."
"And how?"
"By giving her my number."
"Man, are you hitting on some random stranger? How did you even know that its a girl?"
"Who puts a heart at the end of a sentence when you're already doomed to fail your exam?"
"Uh- girls?"
"Exactly."
Wonwoo smirked as he scribbled down his phone number underneath the vandal.
"That should do it."
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↪ once upon a chair
Historia Corta• a jeon wonwoo & myoui mina ff • in which a girl got a phone number instead of an answer for her math exam.
