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Another great year was about to start. The return to the same classes, the same alumns, in some fields, the same professors… it kind of leaves Wonwoo a bit sad. But he knows it’s his obligation, and he’s still 14, he can’t think about quitting studies already, it’s not his idea tho.
Jun comes to him, running up like a kid and he doesn’t hesitate, not a little, to hug Wonwoo like he hadn’t seen him in months, which is true because they just come from a long vacation. Wonwoo doesn’t have all the confidence to hug him back, because they only met in the corridors two years ago, in fact, they have never coincided in the same class, but the way they met was quite curious; Jun was new to the high school in 7th grade, and he barely know somebody, just three people more who came from the same school as him. Wonwoo doesn’t know why, nor how, but he started talking to Jun one day, out of nowhere, just joking about something he found funny and he just commented, in a low voice, but was enough for Jun to hear him. The next week, Wonwoo brought a muffin to him since his mother was a great cook, and Jun couldn’t be happier. They met everyday in their way of going to class after having lunch. One day, someone from Wonwoo’s class stole his phone, he thought the world was about to end just because someone stole his phone, he felt the anxiety going through his veins, he tried not to cry in front of his class, and he didn’t, but he was crestfallen, he didn’t even participate in the last 2 classes. His parents already told him it was his fault for bringing the mobile phone to class, and he knew they were right, but all kids brought it, so why he couldn’t? He suspected from someone, a girl who didn’t like Wonwoo too much, to be honest, and he doesn’t know why yet, at least she isn’t with him anymore since she move to another city. Jun saw Wonwoo’s face when they were leaving school, so he asked, Wonwoo even told him who he thought it was, and Jun, freaking Wen Jun Hui just walked toward the girl, screaming her name and telling her to give back what she had stolen. The mobile phone was never back since Wonwoo stopped Jun from coming up with a fight or something like that.
They weren’t great friends, but god, that meant a lot to Wonwoo.
‘’Excited for the new curse? We are in the same class!’’ Jun speaks, happily. He’s always happy.
Most of Wonwoo’s friends went to another high school, and the one he has left, was in another class. He still knew some people from his class, but yeah, just knew.
‘’Well, I’m not very excited about going to class another fucking year, but… at least I got you with me.’’ God, that sounded in another way, and, of course Jun is smiling like a kid when he opens his christmas gifts. ‘’Don’t misunderstand me.’’ Wonwoo says before Jun is about to freak out or thinking in another way.
‘’I’m not misunderstanding you, but you don’t often say things like that, do you?’’ No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t find the way or the reason to do it, so he barely split words like that.
Wonwoo denies with a head movement, releasing from Jun’s arms as good as he can, and he make it.
All the classes were the same bullshit. Just professors telling who they are, what they were gonna teach in the curse and all that stuff that nobody cared about. Oh, and the mobile phone thing. Wonwoo wishes someone had paid him for everytime he heard ‘’Bringing the phone to class is illegal. If we see your mobile phone, we will take it from you.’’ Blah, blah blah.
But hey, at least he made new friends. Not really made, because he knew the both of them from going with them to english classes, but he didn’t talk to them a lot in his life. They also don’t have the same age as Wonwoo. They’re in a inferior curse, and he only meets them in english class since their high school decided to separate the alumns in different levels, which is a fucking liberation, because Wonwoo was boring in all classes, the teacher explaining things so easily and low for those who weren’t really great at the language. There it was four levels and Wonwoo was in the most superior one, well, it’s not something strange since he has like a knack with languages, he’s also good at german, tho he only has C as grades since he doesn’t open the book in his house, and he really hates his teacher. Jus the first day, she decided to send a message to Wonwoo’s parents for barely breathing. Perhaps he was messing around a bit, but it was the first day, who the hell is that bitter to do that? Only his german’s teacher, yep.
‘’You guys play lol, right?’’ Wonwoo asked when the four of them were together.
‘’I’m not really good at it, but I play it.’’ Jun said, playing with a pencil. He can entertain himself with whatever thing he has in his hand, really.
Ming Hao gives them a confusion look. No, he doesn’t know what league of legends it’s, and Mingyu hums happily. ‘’Yes!’’ He said, kind of excited.
‘’Oh, do you remember last year? When you had lot of marks from the pen in your arm and I said you looked like this skin of Tribal Ashe?’’ Wonwoo laughs at it, and Mingyu laughs with him, remembering the moment aswell. ‘’Tribal Mingyu!’’ Yes, that was the name Wonwoo gave to that aspect from Mingyu.
Mingyu always had some part of his body painted or marked with whatever shit. One day, he just took a marker and started to outline those lines from his hand, it made him look like a character from a comic. ‘’It’s inspired in a game style. It’s called Borderlands.’’ Mingyu said, showing his hand to Wonwoo. ‘’They have all their body with these kind of lines, it’s cool.’’ And he was back at drawing lines in the other hand.
‘’How do you play that game?’’ Ming Hao asks as he feels apart from the conversation. It’s not that he doesn’t play videogames, he does, but not in computer, it’s not his thing.
‘’There are the rival team and your team, which consists of five people each one. Everyone has a specificated lane, top, mid, bot or jungle. There are two people playing in bot, the carry and the support. And there are a lot of champions to play with, but you can’t take the champion you want and drag them to the mid or whatever lane, well, you can, but it’s not appropiated, only professionals can do that. And people who knows how to play with that champ.’’ Wonwoo speaks as he remembers how he pulls Lulu to whatever lane he wants. It felt great when he beat a Darius. And a diamond Lee Sin. He isn’t someone who talk a lot, but he does love talking about games, so here he is. ‘’And then there are a lot of towers, you must destroy them as well you need to kill the enemy. Killing the enemy isn’t something really necessary to win the game but… everyone do it.’’ He continues, shrugging his shoulders off.
‘’I think I understand it, maybe I’ll play someday with you.’’ Ming Hao said shyly, a soft smile staring in his face.
Wonwoo arrives home, with Jun, Ming Hao and Mingyu’s numbers saved in his phone. He notices that Jun already made a group chat in Kakao with the four of them, and of course, he spam the whole chat with a lot of stupid emojis and words without sense at all, which Wonwoo replays with a ‘’…’’ and Mingyu with a laugh emoji, the one who has tears of laughing too much. Wonwoo hates emojis so much, god.
Mingyu: Somebody wants to play???
Why does he have to put so many question marks.
Wonwoo: me.
Ming Hao: :(
And Jun… they don’t know where is Jun, so it’s just Mingyu and Wonwoo playing, alone.
Mingyu suggested Wonwoo about going to Discord, it was clear he was going to ask, the game requires communication between teammates, and if you are premade, it’s logical to have a call with your partner. Wonwoo agrees, and they go to a private call. Just the two of them. Wonwoo has a server, Mingyu has a server, but they decided to go on private, god knows why. Mingyu just called Wonwoo and he accepted the call. The situation was quite uncomfortable, and Wonwoo didn’t talk a lot, only for the important stuff, or things like ‘’Jungle is going to top.’’ Since Mingyu was playing that position, while Wonwoo was in mid.
They play two matches, and Wonwoo decides it’s enough since he must study.
What a liar. What the heck is he going to study? They didn’t even started the first page of any book. Before Mingyu could figure that out and ask him what the hell is he saying, Wonwoo already hung up the call, leaving a big sigh escaping out from his mouth as he removes his earphones.
He was very tensed all the time they have been playing, and Wonwoo doesn’t know why. Yes, he knows he is a mess and he doesn’t have that confidence to talk to someone a lot in their first conversation, but this was another level, and this wasn’t their first conversation ever.
Wonwoo finds his place on his bed, starring at the white ceiling while his mind comes up with a lot of thoughts, mostly of them about what happened, and about Mingyu himself. He then remembers last year’s english classes. He remembers how he found Mingyu an amazing person, he was always kind with him and telling him the stuff the teacher just said when Wonwoo zoned out or when he was just distracted writing fictional storied in the end of his notebook. He remembers how he always tried to take the sit behind Mingyu’s, just to talk to him whenever he could, which was a freaking dare since the teacher always was bad-tempered or he really found silly talking to him, thinking he could bother the younger. He also remembers having kind of a crush of him. Oh, dear Odin, why? It wasn’t like he liked Mingyu or something, but he enjoyed too much that 50 minutes per day from Monday to Friday near the younger.
He already forgot about all that stuff in summer, until now. Wonwoo just laughs at it, thinking is pathetic and it’s not a big deal. He doesn’t like Mingyu, he is just a shy person who needs time to be comfortable with the other person to talk to them peacefully and without freaking out or making long silences, giving all the tension to the conversation.
Yes, he is just shy.