seungcheol | wonwoo | mingyu
Wonwoo silently arrived at their classroom, expecting a grumpy professor, but instead a zoo. He sat down and glanced at his armchair, his lips curving upwards.
"Man, there's something wrong with Wonwoo."
"I know right? His smiling, man. He's smiling-"
"Will you two shut up or do you want me to shove my fist up your nasty ass?"
"Chill, man."
"That's actually kinda gross."
Wonwoo shook his head in frustration as he gently read what the mystery girl had replied.
"Seriously, man? Do you even know her?"
"Man, don't you get it? That's the thrill, the challenge."
"I don't know, man."
"Yeah, as I can tell, she's not an easy-to-get kind of girl."
"Will you two just mind your own damn business?"
Wonwoo then grabbed his trusty Sharpie and wrote his reply to this mystery girl.
"They're called numbers, duh. And in case you don't know, math involves numbers. You gotta do your maths, lady. Call or text me, I'll help you."
Wonwoo, satisfied with his reply, shoved his marker back in his bag and stared at his armchair.
"I'd like to meet you soon, mystery girl."
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↪ once upon a chair
Storie brevi• a jeon wonwoo & myoui mina ff • in which a girl got a phone number instead of an answer for her math exam.
