parallel lines | MinWon/MEANIE

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It was a cold and wet Monday morning when Wonwoo decided to go to their university. He and Jihoon already agreed the night before that they had to finish their enrollment early for the second semester or risk getting the worst professors for their major courses. And even though he was ten minutes early, Wonwoo still didn't like the fact that he was waiting. Not to mention that he hated the cold.

"Why are you just standing over there?" Jihoon asked a minute later when he found Wonwoo standing outside the Literature Department. "You could have waited inside and just texted me where you were."

Wonwoo just shrugged while Jihoon pushed him towards the doors.

They were early. The office had just opened, seeing that one of the staff was still dusting away in one of the desks. But it was all going according to their plan: Wonwoo and Jihoon both shared the dislike of being in a crowd to some degree.

"I guess we have to wait for a little while," Wonwoo muttered as the office staff motioned for them to wait. He then remembered the new vending machine he saw by the lobby. "You wanna grab some coffee first?"

"Since when did you start drinking coffee?" Jihoon asked, a little bit surprised.

Wonwoo couldn't help but chuckle a bit. True, he wasn't a big fan of coffee before, but ever since Seulgi came back, she had forced Wonwoo to drink coffee with her every morning. And it wasn't just them. There were times that Wen Junhui would join them whenever Seulgi sees him after her morning jog.

And after two weeks of nonstop morning coffee with the occasional waffles that Junhui would bring, it already became a routine for Wonwoo.

"How's Soonyoung doing, by the way?" Wonwoo asked Jihoon. "Is he enrolling this semester?"

Jihoon shrugged. "He says he will but, I don't know, he still hasn't talked to his parents. They don't know he got disqualified in his scholarship. I offered him some help but, you know, his ego's not as small as his eyes."

Wonwoo nodded in agreement as he stared at the coffee selection. He was also willing to help his friend; unfortunately, Soonyoung wouldn't let him. He knew Seulgi tried talking to Soonyoung as well but to no result.

"Excuse me," a strangely familiar voice asked that broke into Wonwoo's thoughts, "but are you getting something?"

He felt Jihoon pulling him away from the vending machine as Wonwoo turned to see who owned the voice, and recognition lit up his face. Standing tall before him, his tanned skin still evident even in the dull light that the grey skies were giving, was the guy who offered his help at the airport weeks ago.

"Oh, it's the Suitcase Guy," the stranger said, smiling as he recognized Wonwoo. "It's nice to see you again."

Wonwoo just blinked at him.

"Do you need some coffee, too?" the guy asked him, motioning towards the vending machine.

"Hey, Won," Jihoon nudged Wonwoo as he suppressed a smile. "I think he's talking to you."

"Oh, yeah," Wonwoo said slowly and he pressed his choice on the machine. "Sorry about that."

After getting his coffee, Wonwoo quickly pulled Jihoon to get away from the guy. He had his number blocked already, but he wasn't still over the fact that the Good Samaritan at the airport was a creep.

They were already by the Literature department's doors when Wonwoo heard his name.

"Won!"

He looked around and saw the stranger running towards them. "Sorry about last time. I'm pretty sure you think I am a creep, but I am not. Jihoon-sunbaenim can maybe vouch for me."