𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
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"Yunho," The blue-haired male looks up from the book he was reading, tucked away at the back of the library under the window with the sun shining down on him and the area he sat. Yunho was startled to see that it wasn't Mingi standing in front of him as the brunette had run off to use the bathroom and he hasn't returned yet. Rather, it was the redhead boy, well, blonde hair overtook, but Yunho recognized his face.
"Um... hello?" Yunho says, positioning his thumb over the page he was skimming before closing the book. "Is there something I could help you with?" Hongjoong took a seat in front of Yunho, neatly crossing his legs and grinning small at the younger. Yunho didn't know what to say, sort of creeped out that his upperclassmen were sitting in front of him and smiling, not uttering a word to him, making Yunho sweat anxiously. Yunho clears his throat, "Are you going to sit there and stare at me or..."
"Right," Hongjoong blinks once, twice, before he scoots closer to Yunho until their knees were brushing. Yunho looks down at their touching knees then back up at Hongjoong, setting his book on his lap with a cautious look on his face. "I... ahem," The blonde clears his throat, flushing as he would touch on this conversation without appearing like he's taunting the younger. "I don't know if you remember me—"
"I do," Yunho cuts the blonde off, nodding his head. "You're the red-haired guy, a lot of girls talk about you, especially since they see you around the King."
"Right..." Hongjoong blushes, clasping his hands over his lap. "Well, I wanted to... Wow, this is awkward,"
"Yeah, it is," Yunho confirmed with another nod, gazing off to the side and cringes when he sees the King standing behind a bookshelf, hood over his head with paper sunglasses over his eyes as he pretends to read a book when it's noticeable he's staring.
Hongjoong realizes that Yunho is glancing in the direction where Seonghwa stood and nervously chuckles. "We're not trying to make you feel uncomfortable or— or make fun of you!"
"Uh-huh..." Yunho's eyes look back at Hongjoong, arms crossing over his chest. "Are you going to ask me how big they are? Or are you here to just mock me?"
"How big what are?" Hongjoong questions before he understood what he repeated and promptly shook his head, waving his hands in front of him with a sick look on his face. "No! No, no, no! And I'm not trying t-to mock you!" He stammers in a hushed voice. "This is, um, about Ms. Moon, but not in that way!"
"Okay..." Yunho seemed warier than before, wondering what this boy is trying to pull. "Can you get to the point? I have class in seven minutes and this book I'm reading is my way to study for a test."
"I want to help you," Hongjoong abruptly said, placing his hands on his chest. "That day, when that... thing happened between Ms. Moon and me, y-you helped me. Even though our principal did nothing... I was always meaning to thank you, but we never crossed paths and... and I learned that—"
