Meanie 8

Mingyu wasn't in mood to annoy anyone Today. He was pleased by himself. Yesterday, he did receive some good reactions from Jeon Wonwoo and it was enough to make his day but again, he decided not to go overboard.

Not because he cared for Wonwoo, it was mainly because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle the matter if it got to his father. Though he certainly knew Wonwoo wouldn't do it, but it also can't change the fact that he can.

So there he was, rotating his pen between his two fingers and looking ahead, watching Wonwoo stand up to answer when the teacher asked the question, like always.

But this time, the situation was different as Wonwoo looked back at him, a smug smile lingering on his face. It was enough for Mingyu to understand that the man was digging his grave, "Kim Mingyu knows the answer professor. He said he was shy to he wanted me to tell you to ask him."

Mingyu was baffled the moment professor looked at him. His both friends literally snorted shamelessly when the professor asked him to answer.

He stood up, with much confusion and uneasiness. What was he even supposed to say? He didn't even know what the being taught all these while. His brain shut down automatically, mainly because he wasn't prepared for a shit, not even for lieing at the moment.

And as he had expected, his silence drew his professor mad. Ofcourse he'd believe anything Wonwoo say. There two reason behind it, first, Wonwoo never lies, according to the professor because Mingyu knows, Wonwoo's whole existence in university was a lie. And second, because Mingyu had already pissed of the professor a little too well in yesterday's class, it was natural for a teaching man to feel irritated.

Mingyu heard a earful, his friends silently laughing while Wonwoo forcing his lips in a thin line to not bust into laughter. The professor then added in last, "It's a warning Kim Mingyu, if you tried to disturb my class again by those stupid pranks, I am afraid I have to take you to the trip of management."

He wasn't kidding, Mingyu knew it too well to his own good. But still, he kept his composer as centred as possible. He though tried to not glare Wonwoo, so that the shorter wouldn't think that he won, but he failed in his act miserably.

Wonwoo was worst, the upcoming classes proved it right. The way Wonwoo would say anything and the professor would believe him despite how much Mingyu protests had already ruined his day. His friends who were giggling in first class were now throwing dagger at Wonwoo at fourth one. At that point, Mingyu knew if Wonwoo disappeared within the night, it would be because of his friends and no one else.

The recess came too late to Mingyu's suprise. As the bell rang, all the taller wanted to do was rip Jeon Wonwoo apart and throw him for his dogs to eat until he thought his dogs are not supposed to eat meat as spoiled as Wonwoo's. He cursed under his breath while watching Wonwoo leave the place even before he could even stop him.

Jeon Wonwoo was testing his patience, for real.

It didn't even passes a full fifteen minutes until they met in Cafeteria, again.

It wasn't unintentional, Mingyu knew the moment Jeon Wonwoo appeared in front of him like a devil in disguise with a coffee in his hand.

A coffee.

A fucking coffee.

Mingyu never new a plastic cup filled with some kind of sweet liquid inside would make his heart beat faster. Wonwoo was a threat to society, a bigger threat than Mingyu ever was to anyone, and at the moment, when he was witnessing a coffee, in Jeon Wonwoo's hands, he knew what was coming ahead.

"I'll give you three seconds, guess what I am going to do with you."

Even before he could count, Mingyu replied immediately, or more like asked as a way of confirmation, "Pour it on me?"

There was a shit eating grin on Wonwoo's face, a smile before he really poured it on him, not on the head but on the shirt so Mingyu can't dodge it off even if he wants to.

"The fuck Wonwoo!!" The taller hurriedly tried to slip off the liquid poured in his clothes before it really starts absorbing in fabric of his shirt. but his shirt was drenched in the sticky, to his surprise, cold coffee.

Jeon Wonwoo on the other hand was unfazed, "I never said guessing it right will save you from it."

Mingyu was annoyed, more than he should have been. He felt overwhelmed with anger, frustration and disbelief, to the point that he grabbed Wonwoo by collar and slammed his back on nearby wall.

And the crowd watched Wonwoo pushing him off, grinning sarcastically at him before grabbing his bag and waving him off. He left Mingyu in middle of cafeteria, shirt drenched in coffee, face flushed in embarassment, and burying the urge of kill Jeon Wonwoo.

Mingyu now had decided, Wonwoo needs a lesson. He might have annoyed him yesterday but he was sure he didn't went too far, not as far as to pour coffee on him, for real! Jeon Wonwoo was definitely making him want to cry on his dead body after killing him.

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"Oh my God! Who did this to you?!" When Mingyu expected his brothers to show up in changing room, there all he saw was a head peeking inside, almost making him roll his eyes.

It was Jeon Wonwoo, a man who was a little shorter than him in height now entered in, smiling widely before looking at Mingyu from head to toe, busting into laugh the next second.

He was definitely using the fact that the three brothers were in three different buildings for each semester. Mingyu knew if his Seungcheol Hyung was here, there was no fucking way any of the three brothers would have dared to walk around him. It wasn't like his brother was not allowed to enter in third year building, infact his brothers often end up joining him for lunches but ofcourse they can't always.

It was same with Wonwoo too. Though Seungcheol and Vernon didn't bother to keep him company in his building's cafeteria most of the time because Mingyu had friends, friends that were too much to handle but Wonwoo? His brothers were frequent in the building because, well, Wonwoo doesn't have friends.

And with that cocky behaviour, Mingyu was sure he wouldn't get one anyway.

But it wasn't like he needed his brothers at the moment to put on a fight if Wonwoo tried to. He was just exhausted, from everything so all he did expect was his brothers at the moment when he didn't even called for them.

When Wonwoo took a step more closer to him, Mingyu warned, "You are just decreasing your life span if you have decided to be here alone with me. After what you did, i doubt I'll even consider not burying you alive in my garden."

Wonwoo chucked, watching Mingyu go through his locker in hope to find some spare clothes, "So this is how you treat your soon to be husband huh? Bad, very bad."

The shorter shook his head, trying to suppress his laughter when Mingyu slammed his locker in frustration. The taller now looked over at him, unbuttoning his shirt one by one as he walked closer to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo at first was baffled, quite confused but still didn't buzzed from his place. His expressions though didn't changed much to point out any difference, from inside he was officially having a second thought about everything he said. the moment he realised Mingyu had removed his shirt, the fabric now laying on the floor while the distance between him and Mingyu were like thirty centimetres, his breath hitched.

Thirty centimetres? It was like fifteen by now and when Mingyu leaned over towards him, Wonwoo automatically stepped back, and backed until he felt his back colliding against the cold wall of locker room.

But Mingyu only stopped when they were inches apart, Wonwoo though thought of pushing him away but with the small distance between them, he was even afraid of touching him somewhere he should not.

For example his bare chest?

The taller then smirked slightly, whispering while leaning close to Wonwoo's ears, "Why backing off? Didn't you want to know how I am supposed to treat my soon to be husband?"

He wanted to push the younger away and did tried to do so. When he summoned all his courage to push Mingyu back, the man didn't even buzzed a little, not even slightly. All that happened was Mingyu catching his left hand in the second attempt to push him out of his way and his right hand now resting against his bare chest due to the action-reaction theorem of the push.

The taller's muscles were firm, well developed to be exact. He was a big man, everyone around Wonwoo knew about it but watching Kim Mingyu like this, this close, was something no one was familiar with, not even Wonwoo.

His hands felt awkward around his skin, almost like he wanted to retreat them but didn't know where exactly to put them at. Everything of Mingyu was alarming to him at that moment. His firm chest, well developed abs and even the muscles flexing over his arms, everything of him was somehow making Wonwoo feel more awkward.

He was a gym freak for sure!

"Stop looking at me like that." Mingyu narrowed his brows at him.

"Like what?" Wonwoo blinked in confusion.

"Like as if your are proving you are a pervert."

It didn't even passed a second before Mingyu was kicked in his shins by Wonwoo. The man stumbled back, finally falling on his butt and groaning in pain, "Ouch!"

"You deserved that and since-"

Wonwoo stopped, not because Mingyu rubbing his paining back bothered him, but because there was a strange rustling noise coming out of the changing room.

The man was alarmed even before Mingyu could even comprehend anything happening to him. He looked  at the man on floor, immediately shushed him off when the taller tried to speak.

He gestured him to stand up quitely, and though Mingyu had vowed not to listen Wonwoo in his remaining lifetime, he found himself standing up, just because Wonwoo didn't look like he was fucking around him.

And when both of them walked towards the door, hiding themselves behind wall, Mingyu knew exactly what was going on.

Somebody was listening to them, more like spying on them with all they could.

Mingyu heard a little muffled noise, "Yes, they are inside."

The both men looked at eachother, and for the first time in the day, they both haven't scrunched their noses in disgust by finding the other around themselves. Instead, their single eye contact made a pact of catching the one standing out.

Mingyu patted his shoulders, gesturing the man to stand behind him but instead all Wonwoo did was shrugg his hands away, glaring at him before showing him the gun inside his jacket.

It was AMT backup, smaller, atleast small in comparison of the one Mingyu had used before. Also keeping guns were already a big task and the fact that Wonwoo carried one, big or small doesn't matter right now.

Mingyu too had one, but the firearm hiding inside Mingyu's bag was nothing of help at the moment.

He was relied on Wonwoo, maybe because not only he did not carry a gun but also because he don't even have a shirt to hide the nudity he was showing off like a shameless human. Infront of Wonwoo he might act like it doesn't faze him but he would die of shame than bullet if anybody saw him like that.

Wonwoo watching him doesn't concern him as much as the thought of others watching him was doing.

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