1.13 neighbour, worries
"Wait, you know Yeosang? How? I've never seen you in my class like the whole day. You're from a different class room isn't it?"
"Yeah, I'm in the same homeroom as Yeosang. 3-2-2. He's a really kind person. Always wakes me up when I fall asleep in class. He also helps me with the homework when I don't understand. Did you know he's the highest scorer in almost every subject in our class? Except for literature. That's Yunho. I really don't get it though. He can't read anything for his sake."
"You seem to really like him, huh?" *mischievous grin*
"Yeah I do! *spots wooyoung's expression* But not in that way you're thinking!"
"Oh yeah, then why's your face all red?" ;)
"Blah fine! I do like him okay?! Now, drop the topic!"
"Alright... I already got the answer I wanted anyway."
"You sneaky b-"
"Nah-uh, we don't say bad words here."
"I was gonna say brat but whatever you were thinking works fine for me too."
"Okay, I mean it's already late. Why are we still standing here lol. I'll see you tomorrow, Jongho. Night!"
"Night, Wooyoung. Hope every single bed bug gets you."
"Thanks..."
"Alright. Bye."
And with that final statement, Jongho turned back to the stairs again and climbs up within three seconds, disappearing into the block's lobby.
Wooyoung crosses the road carefully, I mean, you never know if anyone's freaking Ferrari is gonna come racing around the corner with the headlights off. Luckily, he made it across safely, his luck would have been like the temperature of the arctic ocean, in the negatives, if what he had thought had actually happened.
Contrary to Jongho, he climbs the steps slowly, pacing himself at a rate that he's comfortable with. While the blocks flight of stairs is hardly comparable to any one of those at the admin building, it is still a flight of stairs. And he is tired. The weight of all the thoughts within his mind dragging his body down physically. Finally making it into the lobby itself, he heads right into one of the lifts which was already waiting with its doors open and stabs the 8th floor button with his finger. Leaning onto one of the walls of the lift, the cool of the mirrors penetrating his skin, he heaves a deep sigh of relief.
Today has not been a good day.
Thankfully, his mother had already given him the keys to the new apartment, so he unlocks the door himself without having to ring the doorbell or knock the door. Upon his entrance, he notices his eomma sitting on the sofa, staring at the playing television. It was a reality TV show, and his mum never watched reality TV. This is weird.
"Eomma! I'm home!" he calls out while removing his shoes and changing into his house slippers.
She stands up at his voice and heads over to the door. "Jung Wooyoung! Why are you so late?! Don't you know how worried I get when you don't return home? You didn't even text me to say you would be late!"
Wooyoung takes his phone out from his pocket, only to realise that the message he was going to send to his mother was still in his message box, only partially typed and not yet sent. "Oh goodness! Mum.... I'm so sorry. I was going to, but it looks like I forgot..."
"It's alright, Woo. Just remember to inform me next time, and don't ever do that again, okay?"
"Yes, eomma."
"Good. My baby is all grown up! How was school today? Actually, no, it's alright, go have your dinner and a shower first. You look tired."
"No, it's okay I owe you for being late-"
"It's alright. I'll chat with you if you're still up to it after you've showered and eaten. Go on."
"Alright then, thanks eomma."
Wooyoung hurries down the corridor headed to his room. He grabbed his sleeping hoodie hanging behind the door and a pair of shorts from his dresser before walking briskly to the bathroom.
The water was of a gently warm temperature, and as the droplets ran down his body, he felt all the tension and stress melt away. Normally, he would have taken a bath instead, but since he was late today, a shower would have to suffice.
15 minutes later, he came out of the shower, as refreshed as a daisy in spring. While rubbing the water out of his still damp hair, he shuffled his way back out to the living room, where his mother still was, except the TV was now screening a music show.
"Oh, you're out. I've reheated dinner up for you, it's in the pot. Be very careful not to scald yourself..."
"Okayyyyy."
Wooyoung headed into the kitchen, separated from the living room by only the centre counter, which not only served as a separator but also as a table. Carefully, he lifted the lid and picked up the porcelain bowl using the oven mittens. Don't ask me why I did that, it just seemed the most convenient, but it's quite effective too.
It was still vaguely warm even through the mittens, but thankfully he didn't drop it and instead placed in gently down on the table. He started on the meal, which was delicious, as most of his mum's cooking was, for a few minutes before his mother got up from the sofa to join him at his dinner.
"So, Young-ah, how was your day?"
"Well, it was... something. From a class perspective, I don't see anything different about it from any other school we've ever moved to, the students, the teachers, everything's the same. But, they're all really welcoming. Oh, but there is one thing that happened that's different from every other one. I've never felt maths could be so interesting. If not, that's about it."
He decided not to mention about collapsing in school. It had been a long time since the last one and wouldn't do to make his mom worry.
"It's great to hear that you're doing fine. At least I know that I don't have to worry about you too much anymore. I still remember when you were younger and was so scared of everything... Now you're all grown up. It gives me relief in knowing that you can handle things yourself. Okay, I'm not gonna drag this as long today. You need to hurry and finish eating, then rest, you have an early morning tomorrow too. I'll go first. Good night, my child."
"Good night, eomma. Have a good rest too." Wooyoung stood up and gave his mother a hug. "Thanks for everything."
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"I don't really know... Does he hate me or something? It's so confusing cause he's so friendly but when it comes to him, he gets all nasty, like real nasty."
Wooyoung had not listened to his mother's advice. Currently, he was lying on the bed, face down, with his laptop open right in front. It was so close to the edge of the bed that it almost could slip off if he weren't careful. Also, it was coming to 1am.
In a way, he had an excuse. While he hadn't taken his mums advice, he was asking for a different kind of advice, from a couple of people who might not actually give great advice. He was facetiming his three, aforementioned ages ago, friends, Changbin, Yeonjun and Seungkwan.
For some background, he had met each of them at different schools whenever he had to switch. They were all each his best friends from every single one. Hopefully, he would find one more from this current school too. Hopefully.
"So anyway, I really can't understand the situation. And none of them want to tell me! Am I really that unapproachable?!"
"To be fair, you kind of are?"
"You're really kind of a weirdo, which is why we clicked I guess."
"I think that's more of a at the first glance thing. You don't look unapproachable, you just ACT unapproachable."
"Wow thanks..."
"Don't mention it."
"Yeah, what are friends for, am I right?"
"... I have no words..."
"And Wooyoung is speechless for once!"
"This calls for a celebration!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
"Jung Wooyoung! Why are you still up at this hour?!"
"Bye guys I gotta go-"
Wooyoung quickly slams the laptop shut and pretends to be asleep. He hears the door opening for a few seconds before it squeaks shut once again. Then, he silently reopens the laptop. But this time, he shoves it all the way to the end of his bed under the blanket.
"Wow, so Woo died and became a ghost."
"He's all dark now, huh."
"Dark, like me... I love darkeu."
"You literally do aegyo 24/7..."
"Hurry up! Do you guys have any advice for me on what to do?!"
"Um... No?"
"We have no knowledge whatsoever."
"You remember that I failed that one time right? How can any advice I give be good?"
"That was once! You were literally the top student once too. Gosh..."
"Ooh wow we have a genius in the making!"
"Don't forget me when you're famousss!"
"Jung Wooyoung! Don't make me come in! Stop your gossiping and sleep! It'll be your own fault if you're late on your third day of school!"
Seeing that his friends weren't going to be much of a help, Wooyoung logged off the call and went to sleep. Such a mood.
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