On Sunday, Wonwoo didn't leave the house.
It wasn't like he left the house at all normally, this was nothing strange, but he had remained an emo hermit for different reasons than usual, still completely in shock at the kiss and what had happened the day before.
Mingyu had made no attempt to contact him since, apart from the rare Pepe he had tagged him in on tumblr, so Wonwoo was honestly beginning to wonder if he had really fucked up that badly by rejecting Mingyu or if Mingyu was simply humiliated. The Pepe, however, had reassured him that things were still okay between them, and Wonwoo soon realised how insanely drunk Mingyu had actually been, and it was most likely that the younger had forgotten the entire event due to his intoxicated state. Wonwoo recalled getting drunk himself, without consuming half the amount Mingyu had, and forgetting his way home, but to be honest Wonwoo was a complete lightweight and had got drunk on two glasses of wine at his grandma's seventy third birthday party, so he couldn't really make a fair comparison.
Wonwoo thought as he laid flat on his back on his bed after waking up on the Monday morning, one leg and one swinging off the bed, bare toes and slender fingers grazing the carpet. With his other hand, he reached to his mouth and smoothed a thumb over his lips. Mingyu had kissed him, that thought was still replaying itself like a reel of film in his head, in high quality with surround sound in his mind-cinema. Wonwoo closed his eyes, letting out a loud sigh.
He had dreamt of the kiss again, as he had done the night before, and he had actually cried the last time he had dreamt it out of sheer guilt and regret and the way Mingyu had actually cried. Wonwoo couldn't help but wonder if Mingyu had actually meant what he had said. He brushed the thoughts away with a small shake of his head. He was Jeon Wonwoo. Did he really expect Kim fucking Mingyu to like him in that way? He was drunk out of his mind, he probably had no idea what he was doing.
However, despite the rare Pepe and Mingyu's intake of alcohol on Saturday, Wonwoo still dreaded going to school. Again, like staying inside, this was nothing unusual, yet the reasons why certainly were. He didn't have much choice on the matter of avoiding the reason for his school-related dreads. had promised to meet Mingyu every day at the table in the cafeteria by the water cooler for lunch, because they were friends now, and he couldn't let Mingyu feel he had done something wrong if he really had forgotten, that would confuse the hell out of the poor boy.
Following his usual morning routine, Wonwoo pulled on a t-shirt and jeans and converse, straightened his fringe and applied the Jeon Wonwoo Official Eyeliner Trademark, opting out of the nail polish as to stay on his father's good side. As he was brushing his teeth, it seemed to finally sink in that his day would actually involve him having to interact with Mingyu, as they had Chemistry again and Chan had decided that Wonwoo's back of the classroom seat was now his, and Wonwoo was stuck next to Kim Mingyu for a whole hour of fucking chemistry.
As Wonwoo's increasingly terrible luck would have it, when he looked out of the door to leave, the rain had started to pour down. Wonwoo got the bus to school, so the weather wouldn't hurt him that badly, but Mingyu walked to school and lived near the bus stop so he got the bus in case of bad weather. Plus, Wonwoo's mum forced him to wear his very non-emo rain coat, which completely fucked up his aesthetic intentions, but the coat was at least black.
For the journey to the bus stop after Wonwoo's own, Wonwoo had tried his best to disguise himself, blocking out all sound with Slipknot on full blast, but his attempts turned out to be in vain because, as predicted, Mingyu stepped aboard the bus when it stopped again. It was now officially set in stone that Wonwoo was no longer Lucky Charm Jeon Wonwoo, when the taller boy that had just boarded the bus looked directly at him, and began to walk to the back of the bus and next to the empty seat next to Wonwoo. Fuck.
"Hey," Mingyu said, sitting down next to the older boy, who was trying very hard not to turn into a very emo tomato.
"Hello," Wonwoo replied.
Mingyu pulled his phone from his pocket, slipping off his green Superdry parka to reveal a completely soaking wet white t-shirt which clung to his tan skin, revealing a toned chest underneath the wet fabric. He gulped and tried incredibly hard not to stare, and not to repeat the boner event of Hansol's party, since there were no bathrooms aboard the shitty school bus.
"How was Sunday?" Wonwoo asked stiffly, in an attempt to distract himself from Mingyu's torso with a very weak conversation starter.
"Fuck," sighed Mingyu, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head, "it was horrible."
"Hangover?" asked Wonwoo, who was now trying not to stare at Mingyu's lips and trying even harder not to remember that two days ago they had been on his.
"I'm never drinking that much again," Mingyu said, before laughing a little, "but Junhui's having a party next month so I probably will anyway."
"Make good decisions," Wonwoo warned, turning Slipknot up a little and looking out the window.
"I think I have," Mingyu said, and Wonwoo could hear the smile in his tone, "after all, I decided you would be my friend, and that seems like a pretty wise choice."
Wonwoo didn't know how to reply to that, so he responded with a feeble, "I guess."
Mingyu didn't seem to feel awkward at all around Wonwoo, and Wonwoo came to the conclusion that he had definitely forgotten about Saturday's events and breathed a sigh of relief onto the bus window, making the dirty glass steam up. He drew a smiley face in the condensation with his finger.
"Did you see Jisoo at the party?" Mingyu said, rekindling their interactions, laughing in rememberance, "man, I think he was more pissed than me."
"I saw," Wonwoo replied, turning back to Mingyu and smiling, "he said he had become a Satanist."
"What happened to him?" Mingyu laughed, "I didn't see what happened, only video clips. I guess I was too drunk to remember what happened."
"Jeonghan and Soonyoung spiked his drink," Wonwoo answered, chuckling, "he started off the night informing everyone on the dangers of drinking and ended up praising Lucifer on Hansol's kitchen counter."
"That was weird," Mingyu exclaimed, pointing at his own headphones, "Lucifer by SHINee came on just as you said 'Lucifer'."
"I guess Soonyoung made you a SHINee playlist, then," Wonwoo said.
"How did you know?" Mingyu laughed, showing Wonwoo his Spotify playlist entitled 'SHINee Baes'.
Wonwoo showed him his own phone screen as Ring Ding Dong began to play, "I guess he does it for everyone."
As Wonwoo talked with Mingyu even further, it was as if the awkwardness and dread he had been feeling about the day ahead deteriorated as Mingyu's and his own smiles grew on their faces, no signs of uncomfortableness on the younger's face at all. Wonwoo wrote their kiss and Mingyu's 'declarations of love' off as simply a drunken blunder, thinking no more of it.
If Mingyu didn't remember what had happened, Wonwoo wanted to try his hardest to forget it. They had a good thing going with their newfound friendship and he didn't want to fuck it up at all. But it was going to be pretty hard to forget your crush kissing you, even if they were completely wasted at the time and if they didn't even seem to remember it themselves. Wonwoo sighed in frustration.
They continued on the bus journey with a game of racing raindrops against the bus windows and Wonwoo felt happy with what he had with Mingyu already. Wonwoo didn't want to ruin anything they had at all, and perhaps him denying Mingyu at the party was for the best after all. It would have changed what would have happened that Monday morning on the bus and the way he could feel Mingyu's breaths from laughter on his neck and the way their fingers brushed together as they traced the raindrops on the window, and Wonwoo was happy in that moment and didn't want it to be any different.
The bus engine let out a sighing sound, and then a clang as the bus stopped outside their school, and Mingyu tapped the older boy on the shoulder. "It's our stop," he pointed out with a smile.
Mingyu's shirt had dried out a bit and Wonwoo was grateful but still a little disappointed that he wasn't able to see Mingyu's abs as clearly, and he was even more disappointed when Mingyu slipped his parka back on and covered them completely.
Wonwoo stepped off the bus with Mingyu as they walked towards their next class, inhaling the scent of the freshly fallen rain and not saying much to each other, but it was a nice kind of quiet - it felt comfortable, unlike their many previous awkward silences.
The two parted by Wonwoo's locker with smiles and goodbyes, since Mingyu had a biology class and Wonwoo had art, but before he had left, Mingyu had made him promise to sit with him at lunch. Honestly, Wonwoo had nobody else to sit with so he couldn't exactly say no to Mingyu's offer, but it wasn't like Wonwoo wanted to deny it at all. As Wonwoo turned the other way to walk to art class, he could have sworn he felt Mingyu's eyes still lingering on him, but as he looked back to check, all he saw was an empty corridor, Mingyu having disappeared to his lesson. He shrugged to himself and went to class.