Yunho opened his eyes early that Saturday morning, and almost immediately he wanted to shut them again and lie below his covers for the rest of the day. It wasn't like he was tired or wanted to sleep, but usually waking up to silence and a creeping sense of loneliness tended to mess with one's mind sooner or later.
Of course, Yunho had plenty of friends to choose from and spend time with, but none of them -- except for Wooyoung -- were particularly close with him, and Yunho wasn't one to share personal thoughts with other people. He absolutely despised feeling open and vulnerable with someone.
He turned to his side and stare at the grey walls of his room. The area, just like the rest of his humanely void house, was minimalistic in the sense that it had no personality and looked dreadfully dull because that was the way his mother preferred it.
And Yunho never bothered reinventing his room either. It was no use -- the emptiness and desolation would've stayed the same anyways.
He groaned, biting his lip. Slowly, thoughts of a certain redhaired male swarmed his head and he found himself wondering what Mingi was currently doing.
Probably sleeping, creepy, his inner voice chastised him. Yunho, however, pulled his long legs into a sitting position and grabbed the phone next to his bed. No. Don't do it. Don't you dare text him Yunho --
- yunho
uhhh, hi|
Yunho rapidly proceeded to backspace his message before he accidentally sent it, and then blew a frustrated sigh out of his lips. Though his and Mingi's friendship was still considered new, both teens had gone out of their way to spend quite some time together lately, whether it be casual walks together after school, or that one time earlier that week that he'd actually met the shorter's lovely, homely family.
It was safe to say that Yunho was missing those moments. He really wanted to hang out with Mingi again.
He tried typing another text, his nerves ablaze and his heartbeat racing like he'd just ran a marathon or something along those lines. He always found himself like this around Mingi, and it was kind of embarrassing.
But suddenly the door to his room slammed open, a new person rushing into his room like someone was chasing after them. It totally made Yunho freak the fuck out, causing him to send the text before he could check it due to his highly startled state.
Plus, he freaking ended up hitting the back of his head on the wall, sharp sparks of pain pulsing from the affected area.
"Ow -- fuck," he cursed, glaring really hard at a scantily clad Wooyoung who had a half apologetic, half entertained look on his face.
"Oops!" Wooyoung exclaimed with a chuckle that just elevated Yunho's irritation. "My bad."
"I regret helping you out. Should've just left you in the rain or better, sent you back to your parents'," Yunho huffed, before glancing at his phone's screen.
- yunho
good morning, mingi
wanna do
His jaw clenched as his eyebrows furrowed even deeper. "Fuck, Woo. I really, really hate you right now."
"That's harsh." Wooyoung just crossed his arms over his bare chest, his expression still far too lightheaded for the peak devastation he'd just wrecked on Yunho.
"And why the fuck are you in my room anyway?" Yunho replied. He couldn't help it, he was pissed at his friend for making him accidentally send Mingi a text that wasn't even completed. The humiliation was too much.
"Can't find anything to eat in the kitchen. Hey -- " Wooyoung drew closer, and then abruptly tried to grab Yunho's phone from his grip. The taller male was quicker though, hiding the device before Wooyoung could see who the contact was. "Yikes, sending a nude photo of yourself?"
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Fanfiction- [COMPLETED] choi san, cursed to live a lonely life of forceful giving and taking, really doesn't like it when popular student jung wooyoung suddenly takes an interest in him. ### ( disclaimer: this story is purely fictional and has nothing to do w...
