DIFFERENT || J.WW+ K.MG

2.

"hello?"

wonwoo nearly jumped out of his seat, his phone slipping off his lap. the phone fell on a corner, majorly cracking the corner of the phone. wonwoo gave the phone a quick glance before he locked eyes with the taller man.

"h-hi." wonwoo managed to stutter out of his mouth, staring at the guy in front of him wide-eyed.

"ah, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to scare you. you just kind of looked a bit lost and dazed, so i decided to check up on you." the man in front of him apologized to wonwoo, looking a bit embarrassed. he walked over to wonwoo's phone, picking it up with much care.

"i'm kim mingyu," mingyu said as he handed back wonwoo's phone.

"t-thanks. i'm jeon wonwoo." the flustered brunet responded as his heart begins to palpitate.

"you stutter quite a bit. it's cute." mingyu quietly said as he continued playing with his thumbs.

mingyu looked at him once again, connecting their eyes, making wonwoo's inside churn and twist inside of him. his extremely irregular heartbeat had a great impact on his breath then his vision was getting blurry as if he didn't have his eyeglasses on. wonwoo tried his best to focus on mingyu's face, making his head spin.

"so i guess i'll take my seat now- wonwoo?" mingyu said as wonwoo just stared into the distance, his eyes out of focus.

mingyu began loudly clapping in front of the shorter's face, trying to get him to respond.

"yah!" wonwoo quietly screamed, his eyes averting to mingyu again.

"ah, i'm so sorry, mingyu. i didn't get much sleep last night so i'm not very responsive...." wonwoo let out a panicked laugh, clenching his fists in absolute nervousness. does he believe me?

"aight, maybe you should be getting more sleep, wonwoo~ i'll sit in the seat behind you," mingyu said in a gentle tone, ruffling the startled brunet's hair.

'his... his hands... his voice.. his smile... his touch... AGH. i'm addicted to it. what is this? he's probably not even gay. he's probably a fuckboy.' wonwoo thoughts run around his head like cheetahs held hostage. he hid his flamingo-pink tinted cheeks with his sleeve, slightly pushing up his glasses.

students began flooding in the classroom, while choi seungcheol, one of his close friends from elementary school, along with chwe hansol, sat next to him.

"dude, are you alright?" seungcheol said with a hint of concern, looking over at wonwoo.

"code fucking gay cheol." wonwoo removed his sleeves from his face and whispers to seungcheol, staring at him straight into his eyes as he picked his cracked phone up and shoved it into his pocket.

seungcheol tilted his head in confusion. "already? who is it?"

"behind me, dipshit!" wonwoo quietly yelled in response, too quiet for mingyu to hear. hansol shot wonwoo a glare.

"language, wonwowie" hansol said with a raised eyebrow.

wonwoo lowly grumbled, rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out at hansol.

...

wonwoo sat perfectly still in his seat, waiting for some students to clear out of the area so he has a clear path to run out of class without bumping into mingyu. after he planned his escape, he dashed out of the classroom. his fox-like eyes spotted mingyu. the short brunet turned on his heels and ran in the opposite direction, but it was too late.

"oh, hi wonwoo!" his throaty voice called, scaring the hell out of the boy running away from the voice.

wonwoo stopped running, and waves at mingyu, pretending he wasn't running away from mingyu.

the brunet walked toward mingyu awkwardly. he had two girls talking to him, but they weren't 'mean girls'. it was just jennie kim and lisa manoban.

they both waved at me, smiling. mingyu also smiled at me, making me feel fuzzy and warm inside. blood rose to my face, giving my face a pink tint. the pink-cheeked male continued walking to the school gate, passing by the lockers.

"give me my damn phone back, headass!" a male yelled.

wonwoo quickly jerked his head to his right, spotting a hansol being cornered by 2 men towering over him. 'the hell?' wonwoo slid his bag off his shoulders, swiftly opening the zipper to grab a dictionary and thesaurus that was squished between his other textbooks. he swung the bag back onto his broad shoulders and shot the two men a glare.

wonwoo felt his insides twisting and his cowardly brain telling him to run away when one of the assholes yapped at him. "who are you staring at, weirdo?!" the tallest turned around, staring at wonwoo.

"you! i'm clearly staring at you, are you blind? leave him alone!" wonwoo sneered back, ready to slap himself in the face in both embarrassment and how stupid that phrase sounded.

"and what if we don't, kitty cat?" the other asked teasingly.

the brunet grunted as he ran toward both of them, kicking the tallest one in the reproductive organ and smashing both of their faces with the heavy, hardcover dictionary and thesaurus he held tightly in his hands. he continued jabbing the blunt but painful corners into both of their cheeks until he was satisfied with the pain he dealt. he snatched hansol's phone out of the guy's hand, tucked the dictionary under his arm and grabbed hansol's hand with his free one and dragged him away from the scene.

"who knew someone could deal so much pain with a learning tool, especially someone like you." hansol teased as they stopped running through the halls.

"really? i just saved your damn life, your privacy, and your phone!" wonwoo scolded as he caught his breath, bending down.

"oh, right. thanks, friend!" hansol replied with a grin as wonwoo handed his phone back. he ran off with his phone, meeting up with seungkwan at the front entrance.

wonwoo grumbled and waited for his mother to pick him up, wiping the blood off the cover off his dictionary.