rock my head ✧ meanie

Two

Art class was pretty shit. Art class was always shit, and what was even shittier was the sketchbooks and sketchbooks worth of coursework to do. But the particular art class Wonwoo was in didn't seem so shitty. He had something to look forward to.

Wonwoo smiled down at his sketchbook as he drew lines of pencil and remembered what was possibly the best lesson he'd ever had in the chemistry lesson before. And Wonwoo never smiled about chemistry.

He didn't smile about anything much to be honest, and his poker face had developed him a reputation around school, so when he walked into art grinning like a madman, about half the art class took their work and moved as far away as possible. Wonwoo didn't really care, though. Mingyu's smile replayed itself in his mind and Wonwoo lit up.

"Are you high on something, dude? You look way too happy." Jeonghan, the boy occupying the seat next to Wonwoo asked.

Wonwoo resisted the urge to reply 'high on life' and look like a complete asshat by doing so, so he just shrugged.

"Good day, I guess," he answered.

Jeonghan took that as a good enough answer and went back to painting streaks of purple watercolour onto his page.

Wonwoo liked Jeonghan; they talked sometimes, but Jeonghan was popular and Wonwoo was definitely not. Being the prettiest pretty boy of the whole school, and probably in the whole of Seoul, Jeonghan always had a crowd of girls flocking around him. It seemed as if they couldn't decide wether they wanted to be with him, or to just be him. Wonwoo was embarrassed to admit it, but he had thought Jeonghan was a girl at first sight.

It wasn't that Wonwoo didn't like art, he enjoyed it, but the lessons were always shit. The students in his class weren't bad, but the subject matter was. Drawing apples wasn't exactly Wonwoo's favourite thing to do. He liked to draw Mingyu best.

It sounded really fucking creepy when Wonwoo realised what he was doing, but he loved drawing Mingyu. He would search through Mingyu's Instagram and select the most angelic picture he could find (he was almost spoilt for choice, I mean damn, Mingyu was beautiful) and would spend hours sketching. None of them ever turned out well, though. Mingyu had a smile that was honestly impossible to recreate on paper.

Wonwoo had always supposed that time went faster when you were looking forward to something, but art class went almost too quick for his liking. "Five minutes until break, thank God," Jeonghan sighed next to him, while Jisoo, who sat opposite Jeonghan mumbled 'don't blaspheme' under his breath and shot him a dirty look.

Any other art lesson, Wonwoo would have been overjoyed to hear those words, but as he had already established, this wasn't any other art lesson. At break, Wonwoo's priorities usually involved doing last minute homework and blasting My Chemical Romance through his earphones, but Wonwoo had a very different lunch in store.

Socialising wasn't really Wonwoo's forte, especially if it was with the heaven-sent man of his dreams and his popular friends. Wonwoo was a nice guy, he could talk to people he felt comfortable with, but he had literally never said a word before to half of Mingyu's squad, and he had only just had his first conversation with Mingyu himself that morning.

The teacher dismissed the class in what seemed like a blur of words and Wonwoo snapped his sketchbook shut and left the art room in a daze.

He took a deep breath. It would be okay. One more lesson, tha was all, then it would be lunch. He would sit with Mingyu. He would take his stuff, make small talk, eat lunch and try to sit as far away from Mingyu as possible so he was actually able to breathe. If the conversation didn't go well, he had maths last period and he hadn't even attempted the algebra homework. He could do that instead. It would be fine. He only had English to get through and it would be fine.

Wonwoo made his way to the lesson, still basically shitting himself in his black ripped jeans out of sheer terror.

"You okay, man?" came a voice from next to him and Wonwoo realised that Hansol had joined him on the walk to his next class.

Wonwoo nodded. "Yeah," he replied. Was everyone judging his facial expressions today or something?

"You look terrified," Hansol laughed, "does the prospect of Seungkwan's English terrify you so much that you don't even want to go to the next class?"

"I heard that," snapped Seungkwan, who was walking in front of them, clearly listening into their conversation in case some gossip came up.

"Damn, to stop you overhearing shit I should just speak in English non stop, right? You'd have no clue what I was saying," Hansol mocked, causing Seungkwan to turn around put his middle finger up at him before joining the two boys on the walk to their next class.

As Seungkwan and Hansol talked to eachother and eventually forgot about Wonwoo, he was left alone with his thoughts. If Seungkwan and Hansol were leaving Wonwoo out right now, and he talked to them on a fairly regular basis, what would Mingyu and his friends be like when Wonwoo had never spoken to them in his life? Wonwoo was a boy of few words, and he didn't exactly have the best reputation in school as the 'Emo of Pledis High' appeared to be his title. With sharp brown eyes covered by longish black bangs and a true love for dark colours, Wonwoo didn't seem like the person many people would want to interact with.

Making his way into the English classroom, Wonwoo was pulled aside by the teacher, a patronisingly 'helpful and friendly' woman in her fifties, and was told to wait at the front of the class while she left the room to apparently get something. Fuck. Wonwoo didn't want a test or anything, was that what she was getting?

As she bustled herself back into the room, it was made apparent that it was not a test she had been going to get but a tall boy with pastel-dyed hair that Wonwoo had never seen before.

"Wonwoo, this is Minghao. He's an exchange student from China, I assigned you to show him around here for a few weeks, is that okay?"

The boy, Minghao, smiled in Wonwoo's direction and shuffled towards him.

"I noticed you never really sit with anyone, so there would be space for Minghao next to you. It's not a bother, is it?" the teacher continued. Wonwoo ignored the badly hidden insult and shook his head in response, giving Minghao a murmur of "I sit here," and leading him to the desks among confused whispers of 'who's the new kid?'

"Hello," Minghao said in what was officially the cutest Korean Wonwoo had heard in his life, "I am Xu Minghao. I come from China. We can be friends, I hope?"

Wonwoo nodded, once he had gotten past the strange dialect of this new kid and his shaky pronunciation. "Sure," he said, "I'm Jeon Wonwoo."

Minghao nodded and lowered his head in a smiling half-bow. "It is nice to meet you, hello, Wonwoo."

"Hi," Wonwoo replied.

"Sorry, you do not have to sit with me. Do you have friends?" Minghao asked.

Wonwoo shrugged. "You can sit here. I don't really talk to people."

"Okay," Minghao said, "I don't either, not really. We can talk to each other. If that's okay."

"Sure," Wonwoo said again. At least he now had someone to sit with if the whole Mingyu thing went to shit.