atelophobia | mingyu + wonwoo [continued!]

3.2

there was no sticky note in his locker the next day either. nor the next, nor the one after that. wonwoo had decided that it was a stupid dumb prank and he fell for it. why would anyone like a person like him anyways? even thinking that someone would even want to be his friend was a stupid thought. yet he was so stupidly caught up in that thought, and at this point he had no idea what to feel anymore. thoughts filled his mind, as he was yet again in his distracted state where he wasn't paying attention to anything anymore.

mingyu had decided that leaving wonwoo hanging was not a good idea. after all, he did promise that two would meet and he would let him know who he was, and how he truly felt about him. yet everything seemed so sudden to him, he was confused. wonwoo is probably way more confused than i am, i should really let him know. mingyu thought to himself. he decided to drop a note in wonwoo's locker at the end of the day.

the next day, wonwoo did not show up at school. of course, no one really noticed except mingyu. "he's not here today." mingyu said to his group of friends during lunch. "you're still about that wonwoo boy?" asked seungkwan, while jihoon snorted on the side. "shut up jihoon hyung, don't act as if you don't like anyone." retorted mingyu. a small tint of pink shaded on jihoon's cheek. "you better not say anything or i'll kill you." jihoon threatened while glaring menacingly at mingyu.

wonwoo was skipping, and this was not an uncommon thing for him to do. in the past years, wonwoo had skipped a lot, since school had absolutely no meaning to him. this year was getting closer to his last year, so he had tried to prevent himself from not skipping at all. the sticky notes gave him a reason to stay for a good long chunk of time, but that's already over, he thought. he gave another heavy sigh, as he sat at the cafe's window.

he was broken, and confused. for as long as he could remember, he had many family problems that he couldn't and wouldn't dare bring himself to remember those times, yet those memories had always been on the back of his mind. he had never really gotten along well with people at school either. he was always ignored, or they would try to beat him up. he couldn't stand up for himself, because it would make no difference. he stopped caring for himself, because he knew no one else did anyways. he thought he was a burden to his family, so he moved out. yet that made things only more worse for him. he was struggling, yet no one ever seemed to care or understand. except the person who sent sticky notes. but that was probably some stupid prank. he had often wondered what the world would be like without him. it would probably be the same, in fact, some people might be even happy if he were gone.

who would care about someone like me anyways?