"Three, Two, One!" - MEANIE.

oneshot.

It takes exactly three seconds to fall in love,

It's either a stranger you met for the first time.

Or your friend that suddenly felt like an entirely different person.|

In the brisk aired quiet bedroom of Jeon Wonwoo, the young man sat, cross-legged with his nose buried into a book. His spectacles nearly slid off his nose bridge as he was too engrossed with what he's reading, but he pushed it back up immediately out of reflex. There he was again reading alone, nothing new. It was totally normal for him to be seen reading this particular book continuously, finishing a volume before proceeding to the next. The author of the book must feel honored to know that he has a devoted reader like Jeon Wonwoo.

Word after word, page after page, he reads through it intently. He was eager to finish the book to the very last, not missing any single detail.

What he wasn't aware of where the wall clock's ticking arms as it moved to six-forty-am, he remained still, unfazed of the delay he's causing. He carried on reading the book, until his bedroom door flew open.

"Jeon Wonwoo won't you hurry? The school bus is waiting outside yet you still didn't get to prepare yourself!" His mother's voice boomed throughout the enclosed space causing him to halt his reading session in an instant.

He jolted up, as his head snapped towards the clock. It said '6:40 am' twenty minutes before school starts.

"Wonwoo! The bus just left you, you better run to your school." His mother warned, helping him wear his uniform, though sloppily, they managed to do it within a good three-seconds.

Wonwoo hurriedly sprinted down to the house's front door before slipping on his sneakers. He had a half-burnt toast hang by his teeth as his breakfast while he was running late for school. His button up uniform was open, revealing the white undershirt he reused from yesterday, and his belt was wrapped halfway through the pants' waistband causing him to hold it up.

"Mom, dad. Bye!" He wore his silver spectacles before running out of the house.

Indeed he loves reading books along with understanding sophisticated words, however, punctuality wasn't a word that existed in the midst of Wonwoo's vocabulary. Countless people greeted him as he was running down the streets, snickering at the sight of the profusely sweating high school student running late.

'6:47 am'

Luckily, his house was just a few blocks away from his school, hence how he catches up. But when he was about to storm inside his classroom looking wasted, he saw a tall boy his age standing parallel to the door, grip tightening around his backpack nervously.

"Uh-- hey?" Wonwoo approached the kid rather impolitely, scowling at him. "You're in my way. Move." He demanded pushing his way through the small space, then stepping into the classroom filled with unruly hormonal seventeen-year-olds.

He flopped down the arm chair then threw his bag off from his aching shoulders, finally proceeding to read the part of the book he hadn't got to read. But the deafening sound of the students made him think otherwise. The annoying squeals and giggles of his female classmates blended almost completely with the bothersome wheezes and occasional screaming of the males, blaring distastefully in the teacher less classroom.

Sighing, he brought out his phone instead then scrolled through the previous text messages his friend sent.

From: Mango .-.

Wonu I'm back in Korea! I hope we can meet again someday!!

Sent yesterday 06:27