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wonpluswonistwo · 7 years ago
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Things You Find In A Book (Wonwoo Scenario)
Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader
Word Count: 1460
Warnings: None
Type: Fluff!
Summary: You’re on the verge of failing Calculus, so your math teacher asks you to check out a supplemental textbook. You are confident in your skills of being organized until you leave behind your textbook in the library. Will you get it back?
A/N: Sorry for taking so long!!! College apps are ASS but, aside from thatn, sorry for any mistakes!
The World of Calculus, it read. To you, it seemed more like, The World of Complete Boredom. Alas, your math grade was...for lack of a better term, terrible. Absolutely horrifying. On-verge-of-failing horrible. And so, this new Calculus textbook, the whole 396 pages, was (supposedly, according to the librarian) your best friend until the end of the school year. I might as well not lose it, you thought as you took a pen out of your bag and wrote your phone number on a small slip of paper.
“837-652-4017. I’m not going to lose it anyway,” you scoffed, crazed at the idea of you losing such a large book. You tucked the slip of paper into the front cover of your book, ignoring the blank name tag on the inside of the cover that you could have used. You didn’t need the whole school to know you needed an extra textbook. What were you? Dumb? Maybe.
You took your arm and swept your belongings from the desk into your backpack and stood up, patting down the crinkles in your skirt. You were just about to pick up your textbook when your phone started ringing, much to the annoyance of the librarians, who glared at you. You nodded an apology and picked up the call, running out the big french doors.
“Hello? Who’s calling?” A loud voice answered your greeting, making you jump in fright.
“Hon-eyyyyyy, you are dead meat!” Oh geez, it was Woozi. He never really called unless you happened to be “dead meat.”
“Woozi? What the heck?”
“(Y/N), you are missing our lunch appointment! Are you sightseeing all the boys in the courtyard?” You groaned internally, remembering the time Woozi caught you puppy-eyeing a popular boy from the balcony above the school courtyard.
“Shut up Woozi, I was studying-” You heard a loud, sarcastic gasp from the other end of the phone before you heard:
“STUDYING? You….you study?” You closed your eyes in frustration, lips pressed together.
“Shut UP Woozi! I’m coming, alright?” You angrily hung up, huffing about how rude he was and began your trek to the school cafeteria.
The moment you stepped into the cafeteria, you regretted promising Woozi to eat in the caf. It was loud, rowdy, and most annoyingly, filled with many of the people you hated. Ignoring several catcalls and staring down some innocent freshman, you made your way toward the brown haired boy who was smirking and sipping an iced coffee.
“Beat it, Woozi. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.” He just wiggled his eyebrows and motioned for you to sit. He placed his head on his hand and asked:
“What were you studying? Calc?” You nodded, rolling your eyes at the same time.
“Honestly, not needed. But my teacher won’t give it up. Some ‘You have to pass this class’ trash talk.”
“Rare! A teacher sees something-” You immediately stood up, as if you were about to leave, but Woozi pulled you down and said, “Hey, whoa, whoa, chill, fam!”
Meanwhile, Wonwoo was trying to find a spot in the library to study his anatomy worksheets. He happened upon a table and sat down before anyone else could take it. As he looked behind him, he caught a nasty look from a student who was about to beeline to his table. Wonwoo sighed heavily and set his papers on the desk when he saw a textbook. He picked it up and a piece of paper fell out, labeled “837-652-4017 Please return to owner!”
Wonwoo looked around, suspicious. Why would someone write it on a paper instead of the designated space on the inside of the cover? What if it was one of those tricks so that you would carry the book outside and trigger the alarm? He shook his head, trying to expel all the worst case scenarios that could happen if he happened to text the number.
He slowly punched in the phone number, one number at a time to make sure he wasn’t making any errors: “8...3...7...6...5...2...4...0...1...7.” He checked it once, checked it twice, and checked it one more time. However, Wonwoo struggled to formulate a message.
“To Whom It May Concern…” Too formal.
“What’s up? I found your textbook today!” Too casual.
“Hi, my name is Wonwoo and I…” I’m not trying to introduce myself.
“Hi, I just happened to have found your phone number in your math textbook today; how should I return it to you?” Seemed like a perfect combination of formal and cooooool. But he was still unsure; would the owner be creeped out? Out of frustration, Wonwoo slammed his phone onto the table only to hear a faint “beep”. The sound of a sent message.
“No! Wait! Come back! No!” Wonwoo frantically pressed on random places on the screen, trying to un-send the message, but the harm was done. The message had been sent.
You were in the middle of stuffing your face with spaghetti when your phone started ringing and spazzing. “Hey, can you stop getting so many messages all the time?” Woozi asked, exasperated. You cringed as you looked at the number. Unrecognizable.
“Sorry, I just need to see it.” You casually pressed the notification, and waited for the messages to load. However, the moment you saw the words, your eyes popped out and your heart began pounding. “Dammit! I forgot it when I told myself not to! Ugh, I’m so stupid!”
“Ha! It’s about time you noticed,” Woozi joked, his head jolting forward suddenly as you knocked him in the head.
“Shut up, Woozi!” You groaned internally. You had to deal with an idiot of a friend, an empty stomach, annoying teachers, and now a forgotten textbook. How much worse could your day get?
Wonwoo stood awkwardly outside of the library doors, your book tucked carefully under his arm. He wondered what you would look like. Would you have long hair or short hair? Fair skin or tan skin? Dyed hair or natural colored hair? The questions floated around until he saw a girl frantically looking around the hallway. Was that her? Wonwoo took a closer look, and his heart literally stopped. She was breathtaking. Panicking, but still beautiful.
Wonwoo froze, not knowing what to do. Should he like....comb his hair with his fingers? Or should he like...walk over and talk to her? Wonwoo chose to do the easiest thing: comb his hair. A mistake. The girl turned toward his direction and tilted her head in confusion, as if she were judging him. He quickly shoved his hand in the pocket, his hair now disheveled.
Perfectly disheveled… you thought as you stood in the middle of the hallway inspecting this person. You shook your head, trying to focus on what you were trying to look for. Your textbook. You were just about to enter the library when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around as you heard a deep voice say,
“Just wondering, did you leave your textbook?” You nodded vigorously, almost desperate. You looked up, and there he was. The boy with the perfectly disheveled hair. “Well, um...here it is.” You were just about to take it out of his hands when he blurted out, “Actually, let me write your name in it so people know who to give it to if you lose it again.” He opened the textbook and opened it to the front page, about to write your name down until he realized...he didn’t know your name.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know you yet. What’s your name?” he asked. You didn’t know how to respond. First of all, obviously, he had the perfect chisled jawline, soft hair, smooth sk- SHUT UP (Y/N)! you thought, scolding yourself for once again getting sidetracked.
“Uh…(Y/N).” He nodded in understanding, starting to scribble in your textbook. When he finished, he handed it to you with a gleaming smile.
“Don’t lose it again! But if you do, you’d better hope the person who finds it is as nice as me!” Wonwoo internally cringed at his own words and just walked away, looking back and waving goodbye.
“Is he asking me to lose it again? I’m so confused…” you said as you opened the textbook to see if your phone number was still in the book. Sure enough, your phone number was there, and your name, and...some small writing. You squinted and read the message, your heart immediately increasing the speed of the beats.
Hey (Y/N), looks like you need help with Calc? I can help tutor you if you want...and since you take my breath away, I’ll tutor you for free :) Call me! 836-879-2286
-Admin Gene
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