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@wonwoo j. mingyu's eyes narrow into little slits as he attempts to deduce the words inked onto wonwoo's alabaster skin. alas, only the word 'ink' was recognizable enough for him to guess and he dismisses the rest of the words off with a shrug, deeming it a trivial matter. "you shouldn't be over-polite, jeon. it may seem like as though you have good manners but say it to the wrong people and you'll be seen as cocky," he utters indifferently along with the soft thud of the books being rearranged. the sounds are oddly comforting and mingyu remembered the time he watched a video on asmr or something along those lines. it was weird, but he found solace in the guilty pleasure that sometimes managed to ease the nightmares relating to his childhood. he was accustomed to them but they still freaked him out each night with how vividly bona fide each one seemed no matter how many times he's been in a similar situation and of course, made him lose tons of sleep if he wasn't already staying up all night trying to finish up an assignment or smoking pot or possibly both which really isn't a good idea when the due date's a few hours away.

wonwoo, mingyu notices, is always elegant in his actions. his limbs move in grace, what with the way his dainty fingers curls along the spine of a tawny book lined with a hue of gold to give it a little charm. his body language is almost feminine but wonwoo manages to transcend that stereotypical level of beauty and poise usually seen in women. he doesn't catch anyone's eye, the way he's dressed meant for him to blend into the background and glimmering eyes clouded by the thick frames of his glasses. yet, mingyu finds his inquisitive orbs straying to the boy each time he's in the vicinity. he isn't manly nor is he ladylike, he just is. truth be told, mingyu could watch him for an eternity as he fails each time to put pieces of the puzzle that is wonwoo together to form a distinct picture of who he truly is. it's slightly frustrating, not being able to read someone. mingyu's accustomed to being able to see through each and every individual he's encountered. they could've been the best actors but the moment they let just a hint of their performance hitch, they best be ready to be read like an open book twenty times over. unfortunately, wonwoo doesn't seem to have mistakes in his dictionary. he plays his part perfectly and mingyu just gets more and more clueless each time.

mingyu barely processes the zephyr-like brush to his cheek, only fully regaining his touch with reality when the single strand of eyelash reveals itself in his line of vision. he unhurriedly blinks, keeping his hazel spheres enshrouded for a second or two before they reveal themselves once again as he gazes at wonwoo through the still attached, fine lashes of his. he wishes he didn't. mingyu hadn't seen him smile before, and god was it beautiful. it wasn't a full-out beam and the ends of his lips barely lifted into a smile but mingyu could already regard it as seraphic. he foresees his heart bursting into an abundance of affection and an astonishing bloom of pain from witnessing such beauty that is jeon wonwoo the moment each and every fiber of his features exuberate joy. mingyu realises, that he was completely and utterly attached from the start and he strangely doesn't really have a problem with that.

"you can have it," he barely mutters, words caught in his throat like a fly caught in a spiderweb. "i reckon you need a wish more than me."

[] i'm sorry, but not really e u e

@mingyu k. wonwoo's thumb brushes over the tip of his pen, pressing down to release the nib inside before scribbling down on his hand; 'buy ink refills.' a noiseless sigh gracing past his tiers as he ponders about the cost for a brief second. buying ink meant saying goodbye to treating himself to a decent meal instead of precooked meals and instant ramen from the convenience store. "two years older," he states "i've been taught from a young age to be polite with anyone despite their age, i don't see any reason why i shouldn't do it with you." with his ink close to running dry, wonwoo puts away all his materials, neatly stacking all the books atop each other before glancing up at the time. four more hours left. he outstretches his arm to grab ahold of the hardcover book carelessly thrown about before opening it up to a marked page. wonwoo snuck a quick glance at mingyu, soon reaching out, lips vaguely parted as his fingers gently brush over the apple of the latter's cheek. "there was an eyelash on your cheek," wonwoo chuckles softly under his breath, lips curling up into the slightest of smiles as he holds the lash with the tip of his forefinger, "make a wish."

@wonwoo j. an amused chuckle crawls its way up his throat, his chest rising and falling along to the tune of his laughter. his head shifts to face you, an eye peeking through his eyelid to observe you silently, trembling down to the plane of your rosy hued cheeks and resting on those softly parted cloves of yours. he notices your circled glasses resting halfway down the curve of your nose, your own pertinent gaze focused on the mass of text splayed out in front of you. "i see. so acquantainces use formalities now? i don't recall anyone doing that plus you're older than me, no?" he muses, his thoughts cascading through the edges of his labials without much thought. he continues his observations, trying to read you through the way you move as i do each time. you were like a blank canvas, only small splotches of paint in random places that i was never able to connect. you were intriguing, to say the least. "you're weird, shortie," he huffs exasperatedly at the apology, no menace in the tone of his voice - just pure inquisitiveness - as he sits up. he curves his torso over the table, folding his arms over the surface before resting his cheek onto his forearm in your direction and lets the atmosphere fall back into a comfortable silence.

@mingyu k. the older stays silent for a few moments as he watched the younger run his hand through his hair, admiring the way his silken locks fall back into place, it was almost mesmerising for wonwoo especially in his dream-like state. "i'd say we're merely acquaintances, am i not right?" he questions with slight tilt of his head, accompanied by a nonchalant shrug before busying himself with the textbooks, onyx orbs scanning through the mess of words on each page. "you should use your time on something else," wonwoo states, the pad of his forefinger capturing the page within his grip as he flips it onto the next, scribbling down more notes as he sees suffice, "bothering not only wastes my time but yours as well. you're better off doing something more productive such as studying or building up necessary skills that will further benefit your future." a soft yawn escapes past his plush tiers as he turns to bow his head at the younger, "sorry for rambling on."

@wonwoo j. a cavernous yawn escapes his stretched out brims, tha act bringing a sheen of water over his eyes threatening to spill over the edges of his lids but never actually does. sylphlike fingers bury themselves through his hairline, pushing back the velvety strands that still seem newly washed over his head as he grabs the strap of his backpack to swing it onto the oak table and slip himself onto the empty seat next to wonwoo in one motion. "mingyu-ssi? come on now, shortie. i think we've hung out enough to get past the first stage of formality at least," he muses, long limbs stretching out under the table as he leans back onto the chair comfortably. his head is thrown back, eyelids cascaded over his hazel orbs as he speaks with the visible thrum of his adam's apple, arms crossed under his head to support it. "bothering you, of course. my favourite past time."

@mingyu k. wonwoo finds himself nestled in the back corner of the library, attention buried among the textbooks strewn around the table whilst noting down his assignment's necessary information in a small notebook; all because purchasing a laptop wasn't in his budget this month. the older brings his limber fingers up to his forehead, rubbing them in gentle circular motions to relieve himself as he glances up at the clock, a disheartened expression spreading across his face knowing that with his part time job in a few hours, there'd be no time for him to rest let alone sleep. he peers up at the figure in front upon hearing a familiar voice ringing through his ears, "mingyu-ssi. i thought you would've left by now." wonwoo mutters under his breath, frantically reaching out to collect his books in attempts to make room for the other if by chance he decided to sit down which seemed highly unlikely in his eyes. "what are you doing here?"

@wonwoo j. mingyu releases an almost content sigh, but he catches himself and plays it off as a cough halfway through while his gaze strays from where wonu had previously stood before. he didn't have to anyway. it didn't seem as if the other students cared at all, nonchalant expressions on their sunken faces. the most they graced him with was a curious glance before they carried on with their coversations. glancing at the clock, mingyu figured he had quite a bit of time considering it was a pretty short day of just two lectures. his svelte digits curls around the strap of his bagpack before he swings it over his shoulder and pads out of the classroom with light steps, sneakers gliding across the tiled floors. his feet leads him to the library, where wonwoo indicated he would be and he slips into the silent area, orbs peeking through his bangs to spot a familiar mop of hair to which he approaches as soon as he recognises it. "sup, shortie."