Wonwoo AU! Angst

It was a negative hunch you were feeling while being at work. Your daughter was falling sick yesterday but the hospital needed you due to the shortage of manpower.

How ironic. Being a doctor and having a child that is not your patient.

Since she was a newborn, she rarely visited the clinics. Her health was always the best and you were glad that your child is healthy. It was a dream that every parent wishes for their children.

Growing up, your daughter barely had any complaints. She was always strong for someone her age and sometimes you think if you would ever have equal courage if you were in her shoes.

You and Wonwoo separated when she was only three. It was definitely a difficult decision to make but inevitably, that was the only best option for the both of you.

Your husband was a singer and is still active in the industry. Marrying an idol wasn’t easy at all. Irregular schedule and lack of intimate moments, therefore, drifted the couple away.

After the divorce, your former husband had met his daughter a few times but it had been 5 months since he last took the little one out.

When the weekend arrived, your daughter always cried for her daddy and whenever he picked up the call, all he did was give false promises.

She has always missed his daddy but Wonwoo was having a world tour with his band at the moment and usually, it will take them months to finish the performances. It was the only time she wanted something for herself.

Thinking about it just ignited a fury within you.

“Does he even think of his own child?!” you slammed the white desk in anger. Your front hair was suspended before your eyes as your fingers ran through your head messily.

You had a moment of silence. Your head lying immobile on the desk and you felt heat creeping up your eyes.

Then, there was a noise outside your tiny room indicating another doctor is coming inside. A minute later, the doorknob was twisted.

He came in alone after the nurse who walked along with him went off. He casually patted the edge of the swivel chair of yours and spoke.

“I’m beat!” he whined. He slumped on his chair and asked. “You’ve had dinner yet-” he was caught speechless when he turned his head to you. The red around your almond-shaped eyes had him concerned. He took a while to recover and eventually parted his lips again. He asked, “Y/N, are you alright?”

You jolted and woke up from the reverie.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied in a low, cracked voice. You laughed afterwards.

The male doctor wasn’t convinced with the answer as he observed your expression.

He didn’t dare to probe further and realized that there was an incoming call on your phone. “Y/N, your phone,” he pointed at the vibrating cellphone next to you.

“Thanks,”

“Calm down, okay?” he halted you and gently held your left shoulder. “Go take a breather, I’ll cover for you,” he continued. A grateful, lop-sided smile formed on your lips. You mouthed a ‘thanks’ and walked out.

“Hey mom, how’s Yuna?” you tried your best to sound well to your mother. The background noise was familiar. There were many people there and surely they weren’t at home.

“Mom? Are you there?”

A series of rapid, shaky breathing was heard. Unconsciously, it hastened your heartbeat and you can feel the weakness in your knees.

“Yuna- Yuna had a seizure. The ambulance has taken her to the hospital-”

Without listening more, you whispered. As if your soul left you, your voice sounded lifeless. “Which hospital?”

You were in the right mind to drive by yourself. You flagged a cab and gave him the location.

On the way, your finger scrambled to dial the number you had memorized by heart. The name appeared before you tapped on it.

It was late in the night but he might be in a country with the opposite hour. He could be performing, he could be sleeping, he could be doing anything he loves…

You inhaled deeply as you waited for the tune to stop and a human voice replaces it.

It didn’t take long and his voice resonated over the speaker. You weren’t crying when your daughter was crying in pain last night and instead, you cuddled her and comforted her. “Mummy is here, don’t cry. I’m here for you,”

You didn’t shed a single tear when the worried voice of your mother blared. However, his 'I was about to call you’ broke all of your resolutions and you bawled right there and then.

“Yuna.. she’s brought to the hospital. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.. Yuna,”

He finally spoke after you completed your sentence. “I’m on the way to your house,”

“No, I’m not home. Just, just go to the hospital nearby my mother’s,”

You could tell that he had stepped on the brake as the tires screeched on the road. You jumped forward in panic but was at ease when Wonwoo told you he was making a turn.

“You’re not driving, are you?” he asked softly.

You sniffed two times and answered. “No. I don’t think I can drive in this situation,”

“Okay, that’s a relief,” he sighed. At least you could still make a rational decision. “Y/N,” he called your name once.

Wonwoo seemed rather emotionally composed than you are and it relaxed you.

You hummed to his call and let him speak. Wonwoo breathed in and out before he managed the words for you.

“Wait for me in the lobby and we’ll go to your mother together. Can you do that?” he knew you. You were extremely distracted both mentally and emotionally and thus he wanted you to be as collected as you can before seeing your family.

You closed your eyes and followed after his actions earlier. “I can. I’ll hang up now, drive safely,”

“Yeah,”

Wonwoo put down his phone after the call and focused on driving.

He was on the interval when he had a bad feeling. Yesterday, he received a call from your house’s landline and luckily he was resting in the hotel room after the concert.

It was his daughter calling. While keeping a steady voice, she said over the phone so sweetly and ever so brightly.

“Daddy, I miss you. Daddy, do you miss Yuna too?”

Wonwoo sat up on the bed and looked to the window sorrowfully. Of course, he missed her dearly. Nothing can beat the feeling but he had another responsibility outside the house.

He smiled and responded to her. “Of course, sweetheart. Daddy misses you so so so so much,” Wonwoo paused. He gulped the big lump in his throat and resumed. “Yuna, daddy loves you a lot but daddy is busy these days so when daddy comes home, we’ll go out to play together with mummy. How’s that sound?”

“OK!” the little girl cheered and coughed after making a huge action. “Yuna-”

“Daddy, mummy is coming to the living room. Yuna cannot talk anymore. Byebye, daddy!”

“Yuna-”

Tut.. tut.. tut…

“Don’t get sick, sweetheart,” was what he wanted to deliver but it was cut off and he didn’t get to tell his daughter that.

That night, he didn’t sleep soundly as he kept thinking of her. Even though it was common for kids to cough and all, this one time couldn’t get off his mind.

Plus, she didn’t ask him when he’s coming home like usual.

There was something plaguing him and he immediately booked a ticket home. He has two days off before going to another country so he should be fine travelling home for a day.

As long as she’s healthy, he’ll be reassured.

“Y/N,” Wonwoo jogged to your side the soon he saw you sitting on a bench in the lobby.

You stood up and looked at the face you hadn’t caught sight of for a long period of time. “Have you eaten?” Wonwoo asked that the first thing. You nodded and he knew that you’re not as calm as you appear to be.

Nonetheless, it was better than you agitating.

“Let’s go,” you opened your mouth and said the word you’d been anticipating to say.

Wonwoo agreed and you two headed to the emergency department. Before marrying Wonwoo and moving to the capital, you had worked in the hospital for a year and it was natural for you to recognize the direction.

When you had found your mother, you quickly asked which doctor was in-charge of your daughter. “Dr. Kim Mingyu. He is still inside,”

Learning that, you were ready to join him behind the curtain but Wonwoo pulled your wrist and made you face him.

“The doctor is taking care of her,” he calmly said.

Somehow, that cause you to feel angry at him and therefore, you burst.

“What if someone taking care of her? I’m a doctor and I’m her mother, the one who gave birth to her. So it’s fair for me to analyse her condition too!”

Wonwoo turned slightly to see your mother at the side and was unsure how to keep you down. “Mom, go take a rest in the waiting area. We’ll be there later,”

Your mother was understanding. She didn’t want to intervene in the conversation and excused herself.

When he returned to the original position, he was met with a fierce look of yours.

Unsatisfied, you pushed him and had his grasp loosened.

“You can make my mom leave but not me. Just go and accompany her while I watch over my daughter,”

Wonwoo wasn’t done. He pulled you again, harder this time and said.

“Can you trust in someone else for once? He’s a doctor and he will not harm our child,”

Trust. You haven’t heard the word ever since you’re married to him. He used to tell you to believe in his love for you and you did. But that was it.

You let a low, short chuckle. “I understand if you lack empathy but don’t try to plant that in me. I’ve done the trusting before and just what good resulted from that?” you heaved a sigh and suppressed the raging emotions.

“Just go. Even if you stopped me from going in, I’ll find a way to escape,”

Frustrated, Wonwoo rubbed his temple. He glared at you and opened his mouth. He couldn’t guarantee what you are capable of doing. He has seen you in many situations but this time, it is unlikely for him to persuade you.

“Can you still think straight if you see your daughter in a pitiful condition?”

“Even if I can’t think straight in front of her right now, at least I care about her! What about you? Do you even care about Yuna? Do you know that she’s been sick? Do you know just how much pain she’s bearing? Have you ever regarded yourself as her parent?!” you shouted at the end. Your eyes were fixated on his.

Your shouting attracted some people in the hallway and Wonwoo bowed as an apology which dispersed the tension for others.

“Let’s talk outside,” Wonwoo shifted first. Only three steps he took and you sneered behind without moving.

“You care what they perceive. Is your image that important?” you snapped but weakly. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and said. “Just go back to your band. I can handle this much,”

Wonwoo just stood there silently. She had pulled the trigger but getting mad over you never crossed his mind.

He always told himself that he was to blame for everything. In the beginning, he insisted on having a baby to keep you less lonely at home and you gave in to that.

When the child was born, he has little time at home and the whole year, you raised the child alone. You had to stop working and move out of the town to be closer to his dorm.

You started to work again when the child was two years old. However, you had to pump the milk everywhere since you were still lactating. Working was the only thing that kept you alive during those days but you were getting busier. You rose earlier and set later than the sun.

But where was he? Perhaps, you were right.

Had he ever acted as a parent to the child and a husband to you? He forgot when the last time he saw you smile at him fondly. If the memories count, then it must be from the old days.

He was a coward. He could not give you a genuine home, family love and solicitude. He was all smoke and mirrors, he admitted that.

Now, everything between him and you had long ended.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo was first to say after an extended silence. He didn’t dare to look at you in the eyes because all the guilt he was carrying would not resolve with a single sorry.

“I was the one getting mad so I should apologize. I was on edge so please forgive me,” you said monotonously.

'Forgive me’ I don’t know if I’m qualified to get that from you. I’m uncertain if I deserve to say 'I forgive you’

You left right after that. The trail of your clicking heels faded from Wonwoo’s ears.

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one|two|three|four

Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub! It was so close AHHH! That was a bold move! I can’t believe he didn’t throw me off!!

You’re over the moon for the rest of the day. You have been under the weather for some days, and your parents are worried about it. Seeing you like this, they feel at ease.

You begin to anticipate tomorrow. Will your relationship with Wonwoo turn for the better? This is what makes school exciting!

However, Wonwoo feigns ignorance whenever you try to have a conversation with him. It goes on for another two days, and he still has nothing to say to you.

Not to mention, Somi and Umji also avoid talking about him during the break. They never answer your questions regarding Wonwoo, and it put you into a dispiriting mood again.

In the aftermath, you lose concentration during the computer class. In fact, your head is full of him. Your two best friends give you hints about Wonwoo’s matter, but they’re just superficial.

My mind is a mess.

After the class, you block Wonwoo’s seatmate’s path and begin questioning- more like interrogating.

“Tell me, is there any problem Wonwoo is having these days?”

Kihyun averts from your scrutiny. He refuses to talk.

“Come on, tell me,” you persuade him into confessing. As a seatmate, he must know a tiny bit about Wonwoo. “I won’t tell him that it’s you who said to me. Sounds good?”

“He’s not stupid,”

That’s very true. Hmm…

“I will bear the responsibility. Just spill it,” you convince him. This time, you’re sure you’ll get to the matter.

Kihyun sighs.

“A few third-year students have been picking up fights with him. I think Wonwoo was triggered by something they said. By the way, I remind you of a thing,”

“You shouldn’t be near to him. You know that he’s a scholarship boy, right? There’s an unspoken rule here in Sejong High…”

That’s your wake-up call. No wonder Wonwoo calls you ‘stuck-up rich kid’, and now you realize that you might’ve looked down on him, unintentionally.

He was right. I’m a stuck-up rich kid with no shame.

Although Kihyun tells you all that, you’re still on the surface. What has possibly put him off at that time? You want to know more.

As you walk to the cafeteria, Somi and Umji are busy talking about the former’s boyfriend.

“My boyfriend’s birthday is coming but I don’t know what to give him,” Somi sounds helpless as she snakes her arms around yours and Umji’s.

You don’t put your focus on her, so you don’t reply.

Umji thinks for a while before sharing her idea. “Your boyfriend is rich enough to buy everything so what if you bake him something? That’d be rather special- at least for me,”

They never stop afterwards. It amuses you that the two has yet to have their topics exhausted. They keep going on!

After getting the snack, the three of you is about to return to class but is stopped by the crowd. They run toward the field.

“The new kid is fighting with a senior!”

“Damn, he’s got gut!”

Somi and Umji simultaneously peek at your expression. “Wonwoo? Hey Y/N! Oh my god, don’t tell me-”

“Wait for us, Y/N!”

Half of the first-year students watch the fray. Some are cheering for the guy senior, and you panic.

Your imagination runs wild. As much as you hate seeing a fight erupts, you hope Wonwoo isn’t the one receiving the senior’s blow!

Your small frame slips easily through the throng, and the situation shocks you.

Umji manages to catch you while Somi’s being pulled away by her boyfriend. “We better go now!” she gives you a quick pull but you’re not moving an inch. She frantically observes the situation and heaves a sigh at the sight of the security.

“WHAT ALL OF YOU DOING HERE?” The security runs faster to the crowd and breaks off the fight. Wonwoo huffs and puffs; showing his dissatisfaction toward the guy he had punched.

The senior has a gang; they help him up. Wonwoo is the one left unattended since he’s alone. You watch him from the side and is on the horns of a dilemma.

You know it’s no good if you go help Wonwoo now with all the attention directed to him.

Out of the blue, one of the seniors speaks up. “Apologize to Juwon and we’ll act nothing happened just now,” It’s obvious he’s intended to embarrass Wonwoo in front of many students.

He smirks when his words hit the target. Mutterings are loud in the air as the audiences express their opinions.

“Wonwoo, don’t apologize!” you yell. Your voice was loud enough for the circle to pay heed to you. You cower as a response and Umji slaps your arm.

The senior snickers and voices out again.“Boy, you better give in to him. His father is a person you couldn’t afford to offend,”

Juwon slouches against his friend and finally says something at his friends. “If he doesn’t want to admit defeat, we can take this matter to the teachers. Let’s see if this parasite can win against me,” he sneers.

The involved parties are eventually called to the office. You insist to accompany Wonwoo and he has nothing to say about it.

“I’m on your side, Wonwoo! Don’t be scared of them. If anything happens, I’ll protect you!” your fingers clench and you look up to Wonwoo who’s quiet since the row had ended. Little did you know, he takes a quick glance right after you turn your head.

'Just what this meek creature can do…’

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The time in the office feels tedious. Wonwoo hates the rich kids that are only good at blabbering and settle everything with their parent’s standings.

“I won’t call my parents just for this trivial matter but I have one condition,”

The teachers think the senior makes a great deal with Wonwoo, and since they don’t want to be visited by the superior parents they push him to seize the offer.

You and Wonwoo leave the place as soon as they agreed with the deal. Wonwoo remains silent.

“They’re so childish! That’s more like punishment,” you huff with your arms crossed. You can’t believe the senior wants Wonwoo to be the ball boy for the basketball club.

“Why do you like to intervene?”

“Huh?” you stutter. This is the first time you get to hear his voice today.

“To be honest, I don’t know,’ you shrug. Your body and mind seem to be unallied when it comes to him. Even the latter warns you to not get entangled with other’s business, the former just ignores and go with it.

"By the way, don’t you think the senior is more stuck-up than me?” You ask excitedly as you lean to him and wait for his response. You want to change the impression he has about you.

Wonwoo takes in the view in front of him as he faces your question. Surprisingly, he feels less irritated by it.

He slows down his walking pace as he takes notice of yours. Wonwoo holds his hands at his back and fakes a thought.

After enjoying the hopefulness in your eyes, he gives the answer. “It seems like it,” he says.

Due to the revelation from Wonwoo himself, you cover your mouth in excitement. Wonwoo watches as you turn tomato from his word and walks ahead.

In a hurry, you ask. “So you’ll naturally sign up with the basketball club?” He raises his shoulder slightly and then nods.

Your heart soars louder and unintentionally, it echoes across the hallway. “Got it! I’m coming too!”

Since then, your life has revolved around Wonwoo. Occasionally, he would ask for personal spaces, and even though his changes are almost negligible, you don’t mind.

Being around him the whole day is fun. You get to know his habits, his favourite food and drink, or basically all about him. Not, you do seem like an ordinary girl chasing after a guy.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, feels like he has a friend. He ghosts you daily, but your presence fills a spot next to him.

The two of you get accepted into the basketball club. Every Tuesday, Wonwoo will stay at school for two hours to be the ball boy. Not that everyone tries to be silent about it, but there’s this girl who keeps waiting for the guy.

She’s pretty, and her hair compliments her exquisite, doll-like features.

She never pays attention to other guys as if her eyes are glued to the ball boy. The green-eyed seniors want to embarrass Wonwoo even more because of that.

“Hey ball boy, the bottles are empty. Refill them!” the senior who took Wonwo’s punches shouts. You quickly get up and help Wonwoo. “Let me help!”

Wonwoo lets you take 2 bottles as he carries the other 6. “Go home after we go back,”

“Why? I want to stay with you,”

Wonwoo has no idea whether you intended to flirt with him or casually announced that, but surely, he is flustered.

He regains composure and gives a response.

“What a dimwit,” the seniors are gawking at you, and you overlook that?

He wishes he could deliver that very sentence, but he may sound jealous. Well, I’m not.

“I’m here to protect you, didn’t I say that before? So, stop pushing me away cuz I won’t leave you.”

You don’t realize that your attendance by Wonwoo’s side just creates another problem for him. His workload increases by tenfold due to the green-eyed seniors.

Once the game is over, Wonwoo fulfils his duty and cleans the court. In the meantime, you listen to songs on the bench.

Wonwoo has done a lot of work and this is one nothing to him. He finishes just when everyone exits the place. He thinks that you might have returned home. You aren’t there when he checks out the place you’ve been sitting at.

Only when he walks out the hall that he accidentally eavesdrops on the conversation between you and the seniors.

He could guess the topic and he looks at the corner. If he steps just a bit forward, they will see him. And he does that.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he then presents himself.

“Just say no if you don’t want to be his girlfriend. Don’t waste your time,”

Enlightened, you turn the senior down and run to Wonwoo. You complain at how bad his proposal was and Wonwoo chuckles.

“What do you do at the weekend?” as you wait for your chauffeur, you build a conversation with him.

Wonwoo isn’t a person to be so friendly with someone. He thinks for a while as he contemplates to answer the question.

“Study in the library,”

Wonwoo is a smart student, and his answer doesn’t come off as a surprise to you. “I’ve never been to a library before. I meant in this area but which one do you frequent?”

There are only two libraries in the area, and Wonwoo has only been to the small one since it’s closer.

“Ooh, OK then.” swiftly, you take a note of it. Just right after that, you see your family car drifts into the parking lot. “Oh! My car’s here. I have to go now.” you wave at him in a distance and shout. “Don’t stay too long under the sunlight! Bye-bye!” then you disappear into the car.

When you arrive at the library on Saturday, you quickly scan the area for him. Lucky you the place is just up to your energy to find him.

You stride from one isle to another. It’s probably the physics section when you find a familiar back.

“Hey,” you whisper from the back. Wonwoo is so immersed in his reading and you bet he wouldn’t have noticed you if you hadn’t appeared before him after that call.

With a cheeky smile, you say. “Let’s go out,”

He examines the surroundings and realizes that you come alone. “What are you doing here?” his volume is practically below scolding to avoid making a fuss in the quiet place.

“You ask too much! Come on,” You jog to his side and help him pack his stuff.

“I only ask once, and I did not agree to you,”

Not bringing too many necessities, you wind up less than a minute. “Shh… Just come with me, will you?”

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one|two|three|four
After the rejection, Wonwoo finds your persistence cumbersome. Surprisingly, the quarrel results in you getting new friends.

Our current parents are not the ones who really had you. In actuality, you were adopted to a loving couple that has had no child for 7 years. Your biological parents were too poor to raise another child, and they chose to put you into adoption when you were only 5 months.

When the couples saw you in the centre, they immediately fell in love with you and agreed to take you as their child. You had your name registered under your father’s last name and basically became the daughter of their family.

It was illegal at that time, but your parents were desperate to have a child.

It didn’t shock you the first time you were disclosed to this information. You don’t look like your mother or father, and the brats at school keep suggesting that you’re adopted. Your parents then decided to tell you despite your young age.

“You are our daughter. No matter what others say, we love you with our full hearts. Don’t forget that, darling,” was what your mother told you 12 years ago.

You know they are the best family you could ever have, and they always do. Occasionally, you would thank them. Your mother was never fond of you thanking them, and your dad doesn’t have the heart to scold you for the same reason.

He hates it too, but you want them to know that you’re very grateful to them.

Your father turns to look at you and stroke your head tenderly. “Where can I find the best daughter like this in this world?”

“You can’t anymore. The world only has one best daughter, and that’s me~.”

“You’re super right!” he pinches your nose playfully and has you giggle. “Let’s go home. Mommy said she has something for you,”

The next day, you walk to your seat and sit quietly. You feel quite tired from the lacking of sleep. Your friend from America called you last night, and it continued until 3 in the morning. You were too guilty to tell her that you have school in the morning and have to sleep.

In the end, you only got 3 hours of sleep before getting ready for school.

You rest your head on the table and shut your eyes. The students are not making any noises, and you quickly fall asleep.

Wonwoo comes in when you already wake up. He is pretty late as compared to others.

You greet him with a good morning and directly ask. “Your house isn’t that far. Why are you late?”

Wonwoo pulls his chair and sits. He’s quiet on usual, so you don’t know if he’s normal or moody.

“Wonwoo, what do you think they have for lunch?”

“Wonwoo, can you teach me Physics? I’m most terrible at it..”

“Wonwoo, what club are you planning to join? Let me join you, OK?”

“Wonwoo, what did you say?” you ask again. You have lost count of how many times to call his name. Wonwoo… Wonwoo… It just rolls off the tongue.

Wonwoo raises his head and faces you. He opens his thin lips and repeats his words.

“You’re. So. Freaking. Annoying,” he utters word by word as if tearing your heart pieces by pieces. It sends you into speechless mode.

Though he tries to speak through his teeth, some students can still hear him. The girls in front of you are flabbergasted by the vulgar word Wonwoo used.

Never have they ever assumed Wonwoo could be crude to a girl. They study your face, but you’re smiling.

“I thought I made it clear yesterday that I’m not at all interested in you. I find you annoying since the first time we meet. You’re just a stuck-up rich kid that has no shame,” Wonwoo canes his chin with his palm and continues.

“Just look at you. Which part of you is charming? I’ll tell you this. Maybe you can get the white boys to line up within a snap of a finger, but I’m not like them. I hate all the girls most when they’re rich and think they’re superior to others. I don’t have to clarify with you which category you’re in, right?”

When you and the girls think he’s done, you all are wrong.

“I think I should be more clear with you-”

“Enough.” the girl with shorter hair stands up and kicks his table. “You could’ve just rejected her nicely, but you prefer being an asshole, don’t you?” she says. Her eyes are burning with rage as he stares at Wonwoo, and they only calm after her seatmate pulls her arm.

“Yeah, Somi’s right. I’ll talk to the teacher about this, Y/N. We’ll have you swap seats with some boy,” you read her nametag- Umji, and you’re about to say something when Wonwoo interferes.

What he has to say is just him admitting that he agrees with Umji. “Tell everything to the classroom teacher. I can’t be bothered sitting next to someone’s so annoying,”

“Stop it now, will you?” Somi flares again, and Wonwoo resumes his previous business.

Umji and Somi really keep their word and tell the homeroom teacher the morning incident. The arrangement changes, and you sit with a girl in the second row.

Since then, it’s quite difficult to peek at Wonwoo without being noticed.

Every day after school ends, Wonwoo flees before you catch up to him. You want to apologize to him, but the whole week has passed. In the meantime, you make friends with Somi and Umji. The depressing, lonely days become less severe with them.

During the recess, the three of you go to the field and settle on a metal bench. Somi’s boyfriend is a basketball player, so she always watches over him at the basketball court.

“Why are your face so red, Y/N?” Umji cups your cheeks and jiggles them. “Are you sick?”

You shake your head from side to side and breathes out loudly. You’ve been holding to ask them about Wonwoo, and now’s the time!

“I want to ask something, but don’t get mad. How’s Wonwoo’s doing?” you literally rap.

“Slow down, Y/N! I don’t get you-” Umji holds your shoulder and soothes your nervous heart, but Somi is quick-witted. She reiterates to Umji and then glances at you.

“What’s so nice about that a-hole? You still think about him?”

Umji doesn’t deny that, but she’s curious about Wonwoo. “I don’t know. Is it me, or Wonwoo appears to be quieter after you change seat,”

“It’s good, though. I hate it when he opens his filthy mouth. I can’t forget what he said to Y/N!” you keep silent when Somi makes a comment.

“Maybe he cares about me after all?” you say, unabashed.

Somi frowns and leans forward. “Have you lost your mind, Y/N?”

You shake your head rapidly. “To be honest, I don’t feel angry at him for saying that to me. I was wrong in the first place, so he has all the right to snap at me,” you sip the grape juice.

Somi and Umji are in disbelief, and it entertains you.

“I don’t know if this is true love or you’re too naive,”

Umji chooses, “True love, it is,” which sounds extremely unpleasant to Somi. She turns away and fakes a gag. “Blergh! Don’t you dare encourage her, Umji,”

“Let’s go to class,” Somi says after regaining her composure. You’ve been straining the urge to pee since the break started; therefore, you excuse yourself to the toilet, and the two go back to the class without you. On the way, you accidentally bump into your seatmate, Ahin, in the toilet.

She’s with her friends, talking about someone.

As you enter a cubicle, you hear a familiar name being mentioned by a girl.

“Wonwoo…” following after is barely audible, “…bullied,”

.

Wonwoo packs his things up and is ready to leave. He hangs the strap on his shoulder, crossing his torso and kicks the chair. The others who are aware of his precedented action make way for him.

You see him and quickly follow after. Close.. very close, and you grab by his bag.

“You’re so fast!” you pant.

“Let go,”

“No! Are you getting in or not?” Not responding to you, you pull him by force into the elevator. Good thing; there’s no one else besides you two.

You don’t waste a second as you make a quick X-ray on him.

“No bruise, no cuts? Are you really being bullied?” you are still gripping his hands while asking him.

Not liking the skin contact, Wonwoo twists your limbs, dominates your wrists and rebukes. “I’ll not repeat it. Get your hands off me!”

“I won’t do so until you tell me,” You undo the action and hold his again. “Are you being bullied, or you’re the bully?”

The elevator opens, and Wonwoo escapes. You’re too weak to hold against him, but he was just being kind as to not hurt you.

Since you can’t do that again, you just chase after him a bit before jumping on his back. You adjust his bag and cling tightly to his neck.

“What are you doing? People are watching-”

“You don’t like the attention, right? You might as well answer me!’

Wonwoo stops in his track. It’s dangerous to move since you’re not stable.

He exhales.

"The latter. Satisfied?”

“You’re the bully?” you stretch your head to look at him. You did not expect that answer from him and squeal nonetheless.

“Thank god! I thought you’re being bullied ‘cuz if that’s the case, I don’t know what I’d do,”

What was that?.. Wonwoo wonders how could someone be happy when they’re just met with a bully.

“Aren’t you a fool?” he struggles to stand straight as you shift your weight to the side. “Get down now,”

“Oh,” You climb down and instantly admire him again. “You’re so cool!” with your clapping hands, you quick to remind him. “Don’t let anyone bully you, alright?”

“My dad’s here. Bye, Wonwoo!”

Wonwoo can’t read you. He looks up to the sky and ponders. “Why would I listen to just anyone…”

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Sorry for the short chapter. The next ones are much longer, at least to me lol (¯▿¯)

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