Player - WooChan

Int. Chan's Bedroom - That Night

For about the millionth time, Chan had his eyes fixed on the scrap paper in front of him. It held the one secret Chan could have gone without knowing. Now, he was fully aware that someone liked him and he just wanted to know who that someone was. He dropped his head on his desk, wishing more than anything that maybe, just maybe whoever wrote did it as a joke. But why write it if it were one? A groan left his lips, stress piling up.

Can you help me with my English hw?? Felix's text was distraction enough for Chan to dig into his bag, pulling the first notebook his hand landed on. He scanned the cover, noting a little late that the notebook in his hands wasn't his. He sat back, trying to think how he could have grabbed the wrong notebook, mind suddenly reeling from his late afternoon encounter with Woojin. He gasped, notebook dropping on the desk with small thud. In his hands was the last of his suspects and the second he opened it, the second he would know if he had found a match.

However, he toyed with the idea for a long, long while, eyes never leaving the notebook as he thought about the infinite possibilities. Maybe not infinite. There was one of two options. It was either a match and Chan would literally die because how or it wasn;t and Chan would also die because why not. Either way, it seemed like death was involved.

Chan flashback to that day in chemistry again, starry eyed Woojin making him feel on top of the world. Even now, his heart still beat so fast for him, still warmed with every interaction. He was still Chan's first crush and he felt stupid staring at the notebook with high hopes for this to work out somehow. He NEEDED to know.

One last breath and he flipped the notebook open. His eyes were shut and ever so carefully did one eye pop open, Chan finding the first page blank. A heavy breath and Chan turned the page, bewildered expression as he read over the notes on the page. Not just notes, but also doodles and random words along the margins.

Cute, so cute

Text him tonight

A few heart were drawn next to it, the ink seeping through from the other side beside it. Chan turned the page, finding more scribbles.

I MIGHT DIE

HE'S WEARING SUCH A CUTE SWEATER, followed by a tiny drawing of a boy in an oversized hoodie. It's an outline, no facial features, but there's something about it that looks so familiar.

This year

I have to

tell him

Chan flipped more pages, reading over and over again, small comments like it. The more he read, the more he wondered, the more his mind raced because these were Woojin's notes from physics. These have to be about someone in his class. And the more he read, the more he noticed the small details. The way his lines were crooked and the wispyness of the letters. So similar, almost exactly... Chan slammed his hand out, searching his desk for the scrap paper. He was face to face with identical writing and he almost cried, biting his lip at the revelation. Oh GOD! It was Woojin. Woojin said his heart belongs to him. He felt light headed. A part him wanted to shut everything and hide under the blankets, but another part wanted to read more. He turned the pages some more, stopping short on a specific page.

I'll ask him

out today.

Woojin never did though. He turned the page.

I think he

hates me.

He's ignoring me.

Chan checked what lesson they were on, trying to remember what was happening then. Minho was struggling with his feelings, he remembered. So was I. Chan sighed, thinking back to those few days where Chan thought he could get away with just not talking to Woojin. He must have hurt him real bad.

I got to hold

his hand

Again, Chan thinks about what time of the month it was, remembering the day at the ice rink.

He's the

sweetest

I still

like him

I want him

to be mine

Remind Jeongin

Remind Jeongin

Remind Jeongin

Three times, it was written on different pages.

Jeongin said it

was okay. I'll get

to see him during

the break.

It WAS his idea. Woojin had planned it all along. Chan was overwhelmed. He was so overwhelmed by this discovery he almost wanted to call Woojin and tell him how much of a fool he was for not realizing sooner that he wasn't kidding, that Woojin was actually fond of him. But the reality of it settled deep, his brain not wanting to fully take it all in so soon. He couldn't process it enough to find the words to say to Woojin. So that night, he read every single note, a happy tear slipping down his face as he read the last one.

By the end of

spring break,

he'll know how

much I like him.