Pandora's Box | kim mingyu & jeon wonwoo

02

"Alright, everyone, just a little more passion!" Our gym teacher yelled at the girls once more. It was their turn at volleyball and the boys were stuck with kickball. Typically, the girls weren't putting in much effort, so our gym teacher was more focused on them than us for the day.

Of course, we boys took full advantage of that.

Personally, I decided to push my luck and stay at the back of the line and do nothing at all for the rest of the class. What was the worst that could happen?

Myungho and Seokmin were with me too, but they weren't saying much. Myungho had managed to sneak in his phone, so he busied himself with watching videos. They were all in mandarin, so I couldn't listen in even if I wanted to.

Seokmin on the other hand was a good sport, so he was actively participating and goofing around with the other sporty boys. Personally, all of their rowdiness was seriously messing with my vibes, soI did my best to ignore them all.

Unfourtanety, unlike Myungho, I had not thought to sneak in my phone. Instead, I tried to busy myself with my own thoughts. And thus, my brain had naturally gone to Wonwoo. The thought of Wonwoo always distracted me. I think it was because I loved thinking about him: I liked to wonder about what he was doing, and if his day was going well. I thought of what we would do later today. I had work today, but I had every intention to pass by his house afterward. Maybe I would sleep over, and as the idea came to me I could feel the excitement blossoming in my chest. It had been so long since the last time I had slept over. If I remembered correctly, it had been a week.

"Run! Hurry! You're so fucking slow!" One of the boys beside me screamed so loudly, it was enough to pull me out of my thoughts. As I turned my head to glance at them, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Perhaps I was missing something, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't convince myself of kickball's supposed charm. As I continued to watch my classmates, I noted how their tones and movements shifted. They went from expressing excitement to indifference; I stole a quick look at the crowd, and I determined that in fact, our team was no longer performing well. 

Quickly, a lot of my classmates joined me on the grass and took their seats. Some of them laid down, their limbs sprawled across the green. They had stopped talking about the game and had started talking about other things.

"She really has a nice pair, doesn't she?" That comment alone was enough to tell me to avert my eyes, and hope that they wouldn't rope me in. I didn't even have to follow their gaze to know who they were talking about. Some girl named Yuna was known for having big breasts, and that was kind of it.

No one ever said anything else about her. She wasn't pretty, she wasn't funny, and she wasn't smart. She was nothing but a pair of boobs, I guess. It made me uncomfortable and sad, all at once.

"Not as nice as Yuna," someone else chimed in, proving me wrong. They kept going on for a while, so in the end, I ended up blocking them out too. Until I couldn't anymore.

"Hey, Mingyu! Hey!" One of them shouted at me, and another yanked some grass from the ground and threw it at me as I turned to face them. I was unaware we were still in primary school, so I simply looked at them, and I considered just looking away and ignoring them. But they called my name again, and at that point, it would've been too rude to ignore them: unlike them, I had manners, so I gave in.

"What is it?" I finally replied, hoping that they weren't wasting my time. The comparison, however, was a bit unfair from the start. After all, they had interrupted me when I had been in the middle of thinking of Wonwoo.

Anyone in comparison was simply lackluster; it was a fact of life.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Jaehyun and Moonbin both just looked at me. Moonbin just glanced at Jaehyun, and Jaehyun blinked twice before trying again.