troubled ; woocas

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Another day, another pain on his back. He's sitting on a studying station near their field. Jungwoo stretches his arm sidewards while yawning. He just got tired on reviewing his notes. Nothing much. He doesn't have any exams later, though, but he feels like he needed to review it. He fetches his phone on the side of the table and sees twenty-two unread messages from his roommate, Kun.

“Hmm?” He scrolls down the messages, Kun is just sending him such things like how Taeyong's cheeks got red because Ten kissed him or how Jaehyun lifted Doyoung up to escape from the detention, an hour ago. In short, what he have seen from their friends, like, an update of the happenings in them. But something catches his attention, the latest message. Kun sent him a picture of a guy, with his text in Chinese. He can't really understand the text since he didn't know how to read nor speak it. 

Then, comes another message from Kun. The guy is saying sorry, that he is about to send it to Sicheng but instead, he sent it to him accidentally. He replies that it is okay, and nothing to worry about. “Hey, Woo!” Someone shouted from his side. He jumps from his seat, shocked.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that.” Doyoung, the asshole who scared him, chuckles. He earns a glare from the other. “Seriously, sorry, Jungwoo.” Still, Jungwoo doesn't move from his seat to look at Doyoung. The black haired male is about to touch Jungwoo's hand when the younger glares at him, again.

“You could have approached me nicely, hyung.” The younger says. Doyoung shrugs before throwing a crumpled piece of paper to Jungwoo. “It's not like I killed you, Woo, duh.” Doyoung rolls his eyes.

Jungwoo ignores him and starts to pack his things up. When he's done, he immediately stands up and doesn't even bother to look at Doyoung, who scrambles his way to follow him. He secretly laughs. “Jungwoo!”

“Go to Jaehyun hyung if you don't have anything to do, Doyoung hyung.” Jungwoo exclaims, still walking. He hears Doyoung muttering a curse before he feels a hand grabbing his wrist. “I still have something to tell you.” Doyoung says.

“Shoot.”

“Someone transferred here and he will be in your class. He is Kun's cousin. Better be nice to him, Woo, huh?” Jungwoo rolls his eyes. Doyoung knows that if he doesn't like one specific person, he'll be on full hate towards that guy or girl. Well, he just couldn't take that away from him.

“Yeah,” Jungwoo answers, gripping his books and Doyoung waves at him before running across the hall. He sighs. Then walk again. He'll probably meet the new guy later.

×

It isn't expected that his one afternoon class will be canceled. His other class will be at three in the afternoon and it's only one o'clock so he have a free hour. He knows that the new student will be introduced later at the last subject. All he need to do is go to the library and sulk on the farthest table with a phone and book in his hand. So he does.

He called on Kun, who he knows the only person who don't have any class at one. “Hey, Jungwoo.” Kun sits on the opposite chair, with a box of biscuits in his hand. Jungwoo does weirded out when he heard that their library is open with food (but specifically, just all kinds of biscuits) and water. Well, maybe they know that students are studying hard to pass their exams and never had the time to buy their food outside.

“Hi, Kun hyung. I heard that you have a cousin transferring here?” He says, while opening up the box Kun gave him. The older nods. “Yeah. He'll gonna attend your class later. He's still at the office.” Jungwoo hums and takes a bite of the biscuit between his fingers.

“Does he know how to speak Korean?”

“Definitely. We learned Korean together and he's just rich so he enrolled at an all boys private school. I don't know why he decided to transfer here.”