Jungwoo's account is a flop, and he knows it. Lucas is well loved, through what he sees in the comments left under of one of his posts, and he knows it. Jungwoo has a hard time expressing lust, or even love, like a normal person, and he knows it. Wh...
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Thursday, 5:25 PM
reallucas.wong: hey
junguwu: omg are you okay
reallucas.wong: what
junguwu: didn't you get hurt?
junguwu: it's fine if you don't wanna meet up anymore because of your injury
junguwu: your health is more important
reallucas.wong: I'm so lost rn
junguwu: when you arrived
junguwu: some dumbass fans wouldn't give you personal space and you got injured? The article didn't really say what kind of injury...
reallucas.wong: ohhhHh that
reallucas.wong: that made you think it was bad? I just fell and got a nasty ass rug burn on my knee
junguwu: are you fucking kidding me
reallucas.wong: no?
reallucas.wong: wait were you really worried
junguwu: omfg
reallucas.wong: wow you really were!!!
junguwu:💀
reallucas.wong: uwu you're so cute what do I do with myself
junguwu: I swear if you don't stfu
reallucas.wong: what? Are you red rn? Omgg I'm so excited to meet you in person, I've only seen the pics on your profile, I wanna witness your blush irl😩
junguwu: your ass is so close to getting blocked
It was Thursday afternoon and Jungwoo was texting Lucas like he usually did. With the tips of his ears red he scanned Lucas' message and replied while a dumb smile appeared on his features. Jungwoo was on the only couch left in the living room, now scrolling through his Instagram as he waited for Lucas' reply. It was around 5 PM and Jungwoo had just finished two of his main courses and was now at the apartment as Yuta cleaned out his room, with Sicheng's help again. Ten's room had been empty so neither of them had to worry about it.
