It was really laughable. The idea that Jeon Wonwoo had a nemesis. And yet there it was. The clear proof that all his life, like a nagging dull ache, Kwon Soonyoung had stepped all over his plans without ever really acknowledging him.
And maybe it w...
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"I'm Wonwoo, by the way, from the History department and those over there are my idiot friends who told me playing darts was a good idea."
Joshua felt his heart stop as he watched Wonwoo introduce himself to Soonyoung. He lunged forward unthinkingly, not even having a plan. He had to separate them. He couldn't allow the sworn nemeses to meet.
But before he could reach Soonyoung, someone stepped in and put an arm around his elbow. "Just a second, Jisoo."
Jeonghan.
Jisoo or Joshua? Which do you go by these days? Jeonghan's hold around his elbow was firm.
Joshua could hear over Jeonghan's thoughts, Soonyoung's voice, reacting slowly to Wonwoo, "You're him," and he knew this was the beginning of the end.
Or Joshuji? Would you like that, Joshuji?
Fuck off. Joshua shrugged out of his hold.
Jeonghan leaned forward, stopping by his ear. "You've already lost this one. Go home and tell your masters that you failed. Maybe you'll get a reprimand and a new assignment."
"Nothing is over yet," Joshua hissed. He nearly ran to Soonyoung's side. "Hey, I don't feel well. Maybe we should head back—"
His words might as well have been thoughts because right at the moment a very loud boy jumped between Wonwoo and Soonyoung, drowning out his words. "Wonwoo! You met Hoshi," Seokmin said, beaming with delight.
Wonwoo raised his eyebrows, looking at his near-victim with renewed interest. So this was the famous drama club president Hoshi who had saved the failing club last semester. His eyes followed the slight pout of his lips, his adorable nose and the soft-looking hair. Truth be told, this Hoshi guy looked a bit stunned still, no doubt reeling from the after effects of nearly being hit by a dart, but even then he was radiating a certain endearing warmth. Wonwoo found himself grinning. "Oh, you are Hoshi? I have heard so much about you—"
But Soonyoung was pulling away. Looking definitely green in the face, he could suddenly feel the bass pumping in his head. Unable to breathe, he felt like the roof was crashing on him.
Someone was calling his name out, a dull sound against the party, but he didn't stop. He needed to get away.
Finally, he found himself outside. Having escaped the loud party and him, he hadn't even taken his first gulp of air and he was throwing up, retching against the ground, nearly doubling over.
"Hoshi?"
Someone was rubbing his back, repeating his name in a soft voice. "It's okay. You're fine. I got you. I got you, Hoshi."
"I got you, idiot. You can do it."
"I can't do it, Wonu." The small boy stared at his friend, both kids staring at the swings in the playground.
