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the professor's lectures was cut off as yoon jeonghan, a.k.a the head prefect, entered the lecture hall with a knock.

"hello, professor yang! may i borrow a few minutes from your lecture? i need to address them about an event." jeonghan said after giving a slight bow to the professor. the latter gave a warm smile and nodded. "of course! take your time."

woozi watched as his mother figure walked to the podium with multiple pages of paper in his hands. prefect stuff, probably.

jeonghan started his announcement with coughing to clear out his throat, "hello, i am here to announce to you that caratland college will officially host their first ever educational trip!" the lecture hall erupted with cheers as soon the jeonghan finished his exclamation. the prefect silenced the students with his finger, and continued, "it will be held on this saturday, at 9am sharp. please pack all of your necessities and strictly, no weapons! got it, xu minghao?" he says, looking at the said person. the latter rolled his eyes at him.

jeonghan chuckled silently before fixing his collar and returning to his speech.

"if you do want to participate, you must meet me in the prefect's lounge after lectures ends today, and fill in the form that consists of your personal information. it will be a 3 nights 4 days trip, and a long three hours and thirty minutes bus ride to daegu. it is highly encourage for you to bring money, snacks, and your own food and drinks, since we wont provide you the items on the bus. that is all i have to say for now, if you need to ask questions, please do so in the prefect's lounge. with that, id like to thank you all for giving me your attention."

jeonghan ended with panting lowly, probably since he didnt stop to take a breath while saying all that. he glanced at the professor and mouthed "thank you, sir!" before proceeding to power walk from the podium to the exit door. "you heard him, do participate in the educational trip. anyways, lets go back to our lesson,"

while professor yang was busy talking about mathematics this and mathematics that, woozi was deciding if he should go or not.

should i go? i mean, is hoshi going? well he probably would, right? he would never miss the moment to capture me sleeping and watching my every- okay stop thinking about that dude! whats the point of me going if i only want to entertain hoshi? well maybe ill go if wonwoo's going! yeah! thats the perfect idea! but thinking about it again.. it is winter and its fucking negative celsius out there. oh my gosh we probably have to walk thousands of miles to explore daegu! im too lazy and fragile for that! maybe i shouldnt go? but what if wonwoo doesnt have any other friends?! or, he maybe does has friends? well he has mingyu anyway. actually, i just wont go! mhm! thats right! you are such a genius, lee woozi!

"mister lee woozi! are your daydreams more important than paying attention to my lecture?" professor yang shouted, and all eyes was on him. including hoshi, too!

the said student jumped at the suddenness and panicked. "no! i was listening to you the whole time!" he lied. professor yang squinted his eyes, "really? then what did i say just a few moments ago?"

with that question, woozi went silent, pursing his cherry lips. "thats what i thought. maybe pay a bit more attention, and you wont fail mathematics this year, ay?" okay, woozi understood. but the professor didnt have to embarrass him like that! woozi swore he could hear giggles from those stuck up, nosy girls in the row behind him.

the midget looked down in shame, he wanted to cry out of embarrassment. woozi was rethinking about all of his choices from birth, all the way until this moment right here. until he felt an a finger poke on the side of his arm.

it was wonwoo. "its okay jihoon-ah, even though you gave me second hand embarrassment, im sure you can do this even after all those lessons i taught you in the library." the older assured. woozi glared at him. "do you want me to compress you into a jar?" the other chuckled with a low voice, "im not sure if you can do that, but nah. id rather be 180cm tall and not get beat up by a 12 year old."

RING!

"oh would you look at that! its time for the 20 minutes break! ill just leave my stuff here, and go ahead to mingyu! byee~" wonwoo teased and skipped to mingyu who was beside hoshi.

woozi sighed, and laid his head sideways on the hard wooden table infront of him. oh, how he would kill to be with hoshi.

wait- kill?

thats right, maybe if he does the same, the latter would finally have the courage to come up to him.

the boy slapped himself, what are you thinking dumbass?! violence is never the answer! ..right?

woozi stayed frozen for a few minutes before hearing a drop of liquid on his table. he ignored it for a while, and watched wonwoo, mingyu, and hoshi all sitting next to each other, buzzing about the trip. it was super obvious since they were being super damn loud.

the noirette heard another drop of liquid, on the same spot. except, it sounded like it dropped in a puddle. finally, woozi decided to take a look at it. he transferred his gaze from the trio to his papers and notes on the table and-

saw a puddle of blood right on his mathematics notes.

where did that come from? thought woozi. he looked above him on the bottom part of the roof, there was no stain of red or even anything on it. he ruffled his hair to make sure the girls behind didnt pull a prank on him and splattered red paint on him without noticing. he felt nothing.

lastly, the noirette felt a wet sensation near the area of his nose. "could it be.. a nosebleed?" the boy said in his mind. as he placed a finger below his nose and retracted it, it was confirmed. he has a nosebleed!

woozi was excused to the toilet with his go-to tote bag and hid there for awhile.

"how is this possible? i rarely ever get nosebleeds." woozi whispered as quietly as possible, before having flashbacks to all the moments he has had nosebleeds.

FLASHBACK 14 YEARS AGO

"mom! theres blood coming out of my nose! am i dying? i dont want to die!" the young boy cried as he went to his mother who was in the kitchen.

the mother fake-gasped, "oh my! my baby is bleeding! dont worry, i will help you. just wait in the living room for me, okay?" she said, chuckling. "no! im scared!" jihoon replied.

mrs. lee laughed while grabbing tissues and a glass of cold water.

she guided the young child to the living room and placed herself with the child on the huge, beige couch. "okay jihoon-ah, you will have to stay calm! or else there will be more blood." "okay eomma.."

after a few minutes of treatment and tissues with lots of blood, jihoon finally calmed down with a tissue in his nose, watching a cartoon show with his mom scrolling through her messages.

"jihoonie, what happened at school today? tell eomma so i can know whats the cause of your nosebleed." the lady spoke up during the silence.

the latter made a thinking action with his finger under his chin, and eyes wandering around the ceiling. "hmm.. i forgot what i did today," he replied. mrs lee sighed and smiled to herself, expecting this would happen. "but i remember that i bumped into a classmate really hard today, that i fell down. it wasnt my fault though! that boy was like five thousand feet tall!" jihoon continued whining.

his mother's ears perked up at the mention of a classmate. she made eye contact with the boy, "could you tell me who, jihoonie?"

jihoon went into thinking mode again, before replying. "his name was kwon.. sunyon? i don't remember!" he cried. the lady giggled at her child.

"i think you meant kwon soonyoung, hes our neighbour just a few houses away. and youre taller than him, just by a few centimetres. be careful next time, okay? bumping into things or people can make the blood vessels in your nose burst, its normal though." she explained, the soft voice making the latter calm down. "okay, eomma."

GOING BACK TO CURRENT TIMELINE..

damn it. woozi's first nosebleed was caused by hoshi.

why was the noirette surprised anyway? the older had already wrote about it in his diary, being honoured and proud for being the first thing that made the latter have a nosebleed.

woozi went and reached for the said diary in his tote bag, flipping through the pages as soon as he took it out. he went to page 17, where the top of the page was titled in bloody red, his crimson blood.

15/7/2018.

jihoon got his first nosebleed on this day, 12 years ago. and i caused it.

he was running around the daycare with taeyong chasing after him since he hid taeyong's apple juice box. i watched him from a distance in the corner, feeling full of anger. that shouldve been me, chasing him around and giggling like yeji and her friends in dismissal.

i got up to throw away my juice box, which was across the room with jihoon circling around the trash can itself. i was praying that taeyong would somehow slip on the shiny mopped floor, falling down and have a concussion. but it didnt seem anywhere near there.

i walked there with my head down, hoping to not see either jihoon or taeyong. i could hear the footsteps getting near me every second i walked.

fortunately, jihoon and me collided together and he fell to the ground while i stood still, trying not to smile at the skin contact we both made. but it hit me once i heard him wincing at the pain, making small tiny sounds which were music to my ears.

i wanted to hug him and stop the pain, but my body was telling me not to. i didnt know why. taeyong went beside jihoon, and started to comfort him with words. that dumbass stood up, looked at me and shouted into my ears with his annoying voice. "you hurt jihoon! say sorry now!" i wanted to punch him, but the teachers arrived just in time to control the situation. jihoon quickly got up and apologised to me.

i wanted to kiss him.

just as woozi was about to end the diary entry, he heard a very familiar voice right outside the door.

woozi panicked, not knowing what to do, but his first instinct when he heard the door creak open was to hide it behind his back. its stupid, and woozi knows it. why didnt he shove it back into the bag, anyways?

as the figure entered the bathroom, he met with woozi trying to act cool with a book obviously behind his back.

"woozi?"

"oh, hoshi-ssi! what a coincidence that we met here!"

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