mosaics ; junhao

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c h a p t e r  t w o

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Wonwoo can be really lucky sometimes.

Sometimes something out of the blue would happen and the world would help him or a bit, and Wonwoo would just thank whoever was up there deciding to help some random, confused Korean boy.

When the bell rings, other students scatter and dash out of the school gates as fast as their legs can go. Unlike them, Wonwoo takes his time, (trying not to get trampled, first) and packs his things up at his own pace. He really, really doesn't see the point of rushing.

"Everyone's getting out of here today no matter what, it's not like you'll die if you're a second late." Wonwoo curses to himself and hoists his heavy backpack onto his back, swinging his jacket around in his hand as he walks.

As he passes by a room, he hears an electronic beat playing and hears someone, a male, rapping. Rapping? A rapper?

Wonwoo presses his ear to the door to hear more clearly before he realizes there's a security camera placed on the ceiling. He makes eye contact with it for a second and moves away from the door.

Then he realizes he needs to listen, to find our more, and quite possibly find another group member for his project, so he just leans on the door again to listen.

He's quite impressed by what he hears, and the male even sings a few lines before rapping some more.

Does he write the lyrics himself? That's...good. He's good.

Wonwoo tries to decide how to ask the guy about his rapping without seeming like a creep. He hears rustling inside the room, the rustle of loose papers. Wonwoo panics and quirky moves away from the door.

A moment later, the door swings open, and Wonwoo heats humming. A tall male walks out, hair ruffled messily, lyric papers in his one hand, and his cellphone in the other. He notices Wonwoo and nods at him politely, flashing him a friendly smile.

"Hey," The male greets Wonwoo.

"Hi." Wonwoo replies simply, still wondering how to ask him. Screw it, just ask him. "So, uh, I heard you rapping, and I really liked it..." I'm so, so terrible st complimenting people.

The male's eyes light up, his smile goriest wider. "Really? Wow, thanks, I appreciate that."

Wonwoo nods, smiling a tiny, awkward smile. "And, uh, I'm sorry that this is super random, but my friend and I are doing a project, and we're both rappers, but we need another person in our group. So we've both been searching around for another rapper, but we can't see, to find much. So, if you're interested, then..." He trails off.

"Really? You'd be interested in, like, working with me?" The male looks surprised. "I'm so honored?"

"Uh, there's no need to be like that, I'm just some guy who also like rapping, but-"

"No, you're Jeon Wonwoo!"

"I'm sorry?" Wonwoo frowns in confusion. "Do I know you?" Should I be worried?

"Nope! But I know you." The male smiles. "Oh god, that sounds creepy." He adds i'm realization, which makes Wonwoo smile in amusement.

"You're well known these days in our school, people like your rapping." The guy continues.

"What?" Wonwoo's eyes widen. "Really? I- I never knew about this?"

"I can't believe you didn't know." Mingyu laughs. "By any chance, is your friend named Seungcheol?"