Claimed

Chapter 17

Mingyu threw his pencil and tear of the note, crumpling it. He pushed the books aside, messing his own desk. 'What the hell is wrong with him? Tsk.'

He sat down on the floor with his legs straight, and brought one knee up to rest his elbow. Resting his head on the bed, he rubbed his temple to relax himself. He needed to calm down or he might have another anger burst, something he had frequently after knowing about his attempted kidnap. Bringing his forearm to rest on top of his closed eyes, he inhaled deeply before letting his limbs fall to his sides. He knew he went too fast that day, but to his defense, that was the longest he had to wait for someone to finally give him attention.

To this day, he still couldn't comprehend why he was so desperate for the man. Why he was so captivated by those smooth skin and thick lower lip, and that deep voice. Why he couldn't forget the man after meeting him just once. Why he tried so hard to get his attention. Why he didn't mind not sleeping with the man when that was the only thing he ever wanted from another person all this while. Why he felt excited whenever he got close enough for their skin to touch even though he had touched so many people before.

And that static electricity he felt when their hands touched that day. That was a sign something was going on between them right? The chemical reaction between their bodies caused by love hormones. Or whatever the reason. It was definitely not one-sided. Wonwoo seemed to like him too, the man responded to his kisses, even tried to dominate it and yet, why the hell did he ran away after all that making out? What was with the man calling him an alpha bastard? What the hell did he ever do to Wonwoo? If anything, Mingyu was definitely far from being an alpha bastard. He was a noble for god sake. The best of the best.

'ARGHH! JEON WONWOO WHAT THE FUCK?!' He screamed as he messed his hair violently. This was really stressing him up. The skinny guy had been avoiding him since that day, and it had been more than a week. More than a week of him trying to find the man, trying to explain himself. Eleven days of the man running away from him and stopped coming to his usual hang out places.

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Mingyu leaned against the seat of the shuttle bus, sighing as he thought about how he was going to confront Wonwoo today after class. This was getting ridiculous, both of them are adults, there was no need for a long fight when misunderstandings can be cleared by talking. Though, he had no idea how to 'talk'.

Entering the lecture hall, he looked around to see both Wonwoo and Hansol still not present, which was not surprising considering how Wonwoo had been trying to avoid sitting with him by coming in right before the lecture started. Taking the seat near the aisle on the row nearest to the doors, and right in the middle, he took out his notes and started to play with his phone while waiting. If only they had exchanged numbers when they were still in good terms, Mingyu wouldn't have to try so hard to merely talk to Wonwoo.

The class started and Mingyu avoided looking around too soon, not wanting his target to realize his intention. Right when the professor was in the middle of explaining something important, he swiftly looked around and spotted Wonwoo, looking paler than usual, three rows from the back, at the row near the windows. That was ideal, since he would be able to block Wonwoo from exiting the classroom without talking to him first. Satisfied with his plan, he turned his focus back to the lecture.

'Wonwoo, wait.' He called when the said man tried to go pass him through the door. Blocking Wonwoo's path with his hand, he stepped in and the latter inched back, wanting space. Luckily for him, the dazed Wonwoo dropped his notes and asked Hansol to leave before him. So now there were only the two of them, minus their classmates who were disappearing from the room. 'You can't keep avoiding me.'