That Boy Next Door || Wonwoo

Mr. Towel + Coffee

<|Double Chpt|>

~~~~~ Mr. Towel ~~~~~

Wonwoo's POV

I stayed in my room the whole day playing video games like usual. I've been stuck on the same level for hours now. I groaned in frustration, throwing my headphones and controller off to the side.

"Stuck again?" Hyung called as he leaned against the doorway.

He whipped out one of his comics, "try reading these~ They're really go-"

"No thanks, hyung. I don't want any of your nerd books," I rolled my eyes.

"Hey! They are NOT nerd books, for your information. They are 'comic books'!"

"Whatever you say."

"Oh yeah, our neighbors invited us for dinner later so you should probably take a shower."

I sniffed myself, "which neighbors."

"Yn."

"Oh. Okay."

He closed the door and left.

I smirked. I glanced over at the window and saw a square of light on the other side. You better watch out. Y.n.

I heard my phone ding, signaling a new text. I dug for it under my blankets and looked at the ID. Mingyu. I unlocked my phone to look at the message.

//Are you transferring to school tomorrow??//

'I guess...' I responded.

//Did you get your schedule yet?//

'Yeah'

'Hold up let me find it'

//kk~//

I dug around my desk and found a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and tried to flatten it out. I took a picture of it and sent it to Mingyu.

//DAEBAK!!//

//WE HAVE THE SAME CLASSES//

I grinned. Thank god.

'You better show me around tmmr"

//No duh//

//Why wouldn't I ❤️ •u•//

'What's with the faces you loser'

//hURTfuL 💔💔//

I rolled my eyes.

'You're such a 5 year old bye'

//NO IM SORRI DONT GOO//

'Go text your other friends'

//BUT I DONT HAVE ANY ;-;//

"WON WE'RE LEAVING IN HALF AN HOUR," My mom screamed.

'I actually have to go now'

//;-; but//

'Sorry Min'

(*when you is meanie trash*)

//it's okei ;-;//

I chuckled. Talking to Mingyu always put me in a good mood. OH YEAH. SHOWER. I rushed and grabbed a random t shirt in my drawer and ran into the bathroom.

Your POV

wAIT NO WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!! I watched him (from my window) run out with what I'm assuming was a t-shirt. Wait... Why was I watching him anyways?? More importantly... Who was he texting?? His girlfriend??! Well.. He does seem like a player. I shrugged it off and sat back down on my bed.