atelophobia | mingyu + wonwoo [continued!]

3.1

wonwoo was going down the stairs to the cafeteria when they found him. he was about to protest when he realized it wouldn't make a difference. in fact, it may even make the situation worse, just like that other time. he was being dragged away, up to the rooftop.

mingyu walked around the cafeteria, trying to find his loud group of friends. they weren't hard to spot, since they were a big group of boys that chattered nonstop.

"say, yesterday was the last day of the bet. how do you feel?" jihoon asked, as mingyu sat down at the chattery table. mingyu glared at jihoon for a split moment and then stared at his food as realization suddenly sunk in. "i still need to leave a note once in a while, i can't leave it hanging." mingyu said. "well good luck with your crush, i guess." jihoon smirked. seungkwan who was previously distracted in one of his 'gossip' moments, overheard jihoon. "hyung, do you actually like him?" seungkwan asked mingyu loudly, as the whole group quieted down and stared at mingyu. "mingyu has a crush on someone?" jeonghan asked in shock. "who is he?" asked dino. and then suddenly everyone was asking about who 'him' is and millions of questions were showered on mingyu. "okay first off, for god's sake, will you ever shut up seungkwan? secondly, im not gay and i don't like anybody." mingyu said as he glared hard at seungkwan, hoping he'd bore holes through the younger. "but mingyu, you are gay." seungcheol said. "can't anyone here ever let me eat in peace?" mingyu groaned.

blood trickled down wonwoo's cheek and mouth yet he had never uttered a single word or sound. he sat there breathing heavily, trying to take in as much air as possible. this was making his physical condition way worse than it should be. he breathed a heavy sigh. though to him, this stuff didn't really matter too much. the part that really mattered was how other people would take it. people would start to notice him due to the injuries on his face, and that's what he wanted the least.

he went to his locker and dropped a few textbooks down before heading home. strange. there was no sticky note in his locker the whole day. he thought that maybe he missed it somewhere. wonwoo looked through everything, but there was nothing there so he decided to go home. maybe they don't like me anymore? will i ever know who you are? will we even be able to meet? would it even matter to you if we didn't meet? because to me, it would bother me so much if i never found out about anything.