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Violet

'Immature' by Winner

Kim Mingyu the colorblind virgin gets into trouble with Jeon Wonwoo the librarian's assistant

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A tall yet lean female nervously looked around the area for the umpteen time, desperately trying to shake away the feeling of being watched, but every time she even tried to glance away from her computer screen or skewered papers, the oddly terrifying, almost stalking, sensation left.
She, shortly after, decided to just give in to the temptation of getting back to work before her boss returned, or at least. It was hard considering the events kept reoccurring. One right after one another.

The orange-haired male, once again, watched her stiff movements, not once attempting to turn a page as he kept his eyes glued only on his target.
All he had to cover his wandering gaze was the thick history book standing upright, but even then, it remained obvious. After all, everyone in the room, excluding the intern, knew he was the one responsible for her constant patterns of checking her surroundings.

"Ya know, if you're planning on stalking someone, shouldn't it not be obvious, Mingyu?"

He shivered in his chair while his tanned skin responded before he could stop it from turning into a ghostly pale white. Out of fear, the said-male, Kim Mingyu, slowly turned around. Voice increasing a few octaves as he spoke,
"Jihoon, w-what are you doing he-ere?

The elder yet shorter male of the two let out a heavy breath of air. The books he held in a stack wavering from the height they stood on top of one another. Jihoon let his frustration penetrate right though his calm demeanor as he gave his answer,
"Working while training Soonyoung the art of patience... again,"

If Jihoon had given his words a second thought, he would've used a better set of words, but before he could clarify himself, Mingyu had already processed them in his way of understanding.

"But Jihoon, if anything of these standards involves Soonyoung, then I doubt that's even a study session. Ya know because last time you said that you two were caught having se-"

Jihoon snatched one of the many books in the middle of the dangerously tall pile of them. And whether it was an on purpose or not, it was the thickest of them all.
To say Jihoon regretted it was a pure and absolute lie. It was, in reality, nothing but pure bliss the moment it made contact with the giant's head.

"Shut! Up!"
"Ow!!"

"You!"

Mingyu flinched at the newcomer's whispered yet angered tone: deep and raspy. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he could imagine it soothing him had its owner been calmer...

...He meant it in the most straightforward way possible. He was straight after all. Certainly not gay.

He nervously swallowed down a ball of saliva when the troublemaker of the pair poked the silence with a whisper.

"Well then, I wish you luck. Whenever Wonwoo goes and calls someone out, he makes sure they never make a milligram of noise in his library or any other blessed place,"

Jihoon flipped the book in-hand to the top of his stack before getting Mingyu's history book and adding it to the collection. He gave one last look at the frozen figure below him and smirked, leaving to stack the many books on top of Soonyoung's head. Hopefully, the boy's neck had yet to snap.

Mingyu stared at the space in front of him, uncomfortable at the feeling of... well... being exposed before hesitantly making his way over to the person his not-always-so-friendly friend called "Wonwoo." It was the inevitable truth that once he arrived, he would have to talk to "Wonwoo", but he just couldn't do it. Not when either was uncomfortable, but he didn't want to leave without offering an apology.

After all, a simple "sorry" fixed every possible problem, right?

"I-"
"I don't need you to voice a pity apology. Why did you scream?"

Oh, how much he wanted to scurry back into the safety of his home, cradle himself in his blankets, but he couldn't find the courage to do so when he looked up and saw the glare Wonwoo threw at him. Mingyu swallowed the excessive amount of saliva collected in his mouth before quietly mumbling,

"W-well, it wasn't-"
"Speak louder,"
"It wasn't-"
"Don't shout,"
"..."
"Speak,"
"..."

Wonwoo shifted his weight around to rest on his right leg as he glared at the tall, shaking ginger.

"Who are you to be disobeying me when all I'm doing is my job?"

brr-brr

Mingyu's attention momentarily drifted towards the librarian's assistant's phone.

"Listen, imbecile, I don't have-"

Suddenly, as if he got hit by a sledgehammer, Mingyu felt a violent loop of pounding against his head the moment Wonwoo's hand touched his shoulder. It felt like his head was splitting into two.

"-the time to be watching an adult baby, so can you please behave? And-Now what did you do?!"

Mingyu shoved his head further into the palm of his hands as the pain continued to swell with the tinnitus. And of course, the cherry on top: Wonwoo's yelling certainly did wonders in making the experience oh-so-pleasurable... had he been a masochist.

"Hey, don't go passing out just to get out of trouble! Hey... He..."

He couldn't help but fall into unconsciousness as black faded even more so into his gray-scaled vision.

Mingyu most certainly would have screamed but nothing in him seemed to be doing as he told. And even if all of the doctors in the world told him he was hallucinating as a symptom, he swore, more than anything, in the world that he had seen Wonwoo's iPhone cover change from the same shade of gray as that one fruit with a cluster of spheres attached turn into...

purple?

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A headache from just being touched, passing out from that same headache, and the seeing of the color purple?
Just what exactly has Mingyu gotten himself into?

This may or may not be one of my favorite prompts stored in my drafts (previously), and it's mostly because I can occasionally use curse words since it's Meanie~