Writer's Block (Meanie) [HIATUS]

Magic

As usual, Wonwoo sat with Mingyu at lunch, albeit a little reluctantly. Today, he was writing furiously in a small notebook, afeaid that if he didn't get all of his ideas down now, he would lose them. Well, they proabably weren't all that good, he ended up deleting most of what he wrote during the school day, but there might be a sgred of something he could use.

"Whatcha doin'?" Mingyu asked curiously as he looked over Wonwoo's shoulder.

"Writing," Wonwoo replied simply.

"In what language?"

Wonwoo paused for a moment. His secret code came so naturally that he sometimes almost forget he wasn't writing in Hangul. He had entire notebooks filled with characters only he could read. Maximum security. "If you're asking what words I'm writing, it's still Korean. But the letters are mine."

"You mean you made your own writing?" Mingyu stared at him incredulously. "No way!"
Wonwoo shrugged. What's hard about it? You just make different things to replace the letters you already know."

"Ugh, I'm too lazy and uncreative for that. I wouldn't be able to remember it, either. I would just write stuff and then not be able to remember it."

"Well it's not for everyone, don't sweat it," Wonwoo replied. "I just don't want anyone reading my stories."

"Not even me?" Mingyu pouted.

"Over my dead body!" Wonwoo laughed. Although. . . it may not have been a joke.

"What's the title?" Mingyu asked.

"A Little Bit Like Magic," Wonwoo replied.

"That's a nice title."

"The title's better than the book, I can tell you that much," Wonwoo said dejectedly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure your writing is great. After all, you did win the national writing contest three years in a row." At Mingyu's words, Wonwoo felt those familiar butterflies in his stomach again. Of course he wanted Mingyu to feel the same way, but he knew it was for the best if he didn't. He hoped Mingyu didn't love him. But hope and want are two very different words when you think about it. Want is something you desire, no matter how irrational. Hope is just a lie that tells you everything will be okay.