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"Oh yeah, I broke up with her," Seungcheol says.
"Thank god, she was a bitch," Jeonghan gripes.
"One time, she ordered at the coffee shop I work at and when I tried to strike up a friendly conversation while she was waiting, she said, 'I'm sorry, do I know you?', and I said, 'I'm your boyfriend's friend,' and you literally introduced her to us and used to bring her everywhere with us so I thought she would've, I don't know, know what my name was at least?"
"What'd she say next?" Seungkwan asks Seokmin.
"She just said, 'oh,' and then looked back at her phone," Seokmin throws his hands up in annoyance. "Like, she could've at least acknowledged my existence or smile to me!"
"Don't worry, we get it, Min," Mingyu pats the other's shoulder sympathetically.
The topic soon delves into more couples and relationship stuff, sometimes the conversation would derail itself and become about gossip stuff or comments about how "Seungcheol is too popular for his own good", but it always came back to something about relationships and why they broke up with a certain girl. Though, two were exceptionally quiet for majority of the entire conversation, always listening and laughing along, but never contributing their own experiences.
"Hey, Wonwoo, Minghao, you two are quiet," Jeonghan points out to deflect the conversation away from his embarrassing rejection.
Alarmed by the twelve pairs of eyes that turn to him or Minghao, Wonwoo takes a moment to formulate a sentence for both him and Minghao knowing the other is still new to their group and to the country in general. "Aren't we always quiet?"
The others shrug at each other, just about to change the subject when Jeonghan decides to ask more questions, to Wonwoo's dismay. "What about you, Wonwoo? Anything you'd like to share?"
Now all twelve pair of eyes were on him. It's not that Wonwoo doesn't have anything to share, it's just that he doesn't feel like sharing it. He's had relationships before, all very low key, but none of them could ever compare to the stories his friends were telling, not a single one. Or actually...
"I kissed a boy," Wonwoo says, and everyone in the room screech or gasp or make some sort of exclamation except one young, Chinese sophomore, who sits alarmed and quiet, his face warming up with a faint red tint. He said it without much thought other than that he kissed a certain Chinese sophomore in the room. In all honesty, Wonwoo shouldn't have admitted that because 1) he didn't ask Minghao if he could share the information, and 2) his friends could've been very judgmental about this topic. Wonwoo unconsciously bites his cheek, nervously waiting for his friends to say something.
"Not judging you, but, like, do you swing that way?" Mingyu asks, and Seokmin slaps his arm. "What?"
"That's rude!" Seokmin hisses.
"How's it rude?" Mingyu hisses back.
"Look, Wonwoo," Seungcheol begins, and Wonwoo knows where this is going, and he's really not looking forward to another lecture about sexualities like the one his parents gave him.
"Okay, yes, maybe," Wonwoo blurts out before Seungcheol can continue. "Before you say anything, yes, I liked the kiss," he informs them, and he sees a small glimpse at Minghao's red, shocked face. Everyone else is silent for a moment, giving each other small glances at each other. Wonwoo bites his lips this time, an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe his friends weren't as accepting as he had hope-
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I Kissed a Boy | WonHao
Fanfiction"I kissed a boy," Wonwoo says. He said it without much thought other than that he kissed a certain Chinese sophomore in the room.
