junhyeok called him two hours later, asking why he left so early and didn't stay for breakfast.

"i don't want to eat while you and sungjin are eye-making-love right next to me. it's gross and unsanitary." was his response. 

junhyeok choked on his own spit and swore to god that he'd beat wonpil up.

hanging up on the elder, wonpil settled on a nice cup of freshly brewed coffee and a piece of burnt toast for breakfast. 

it was only when he was down to his last bit of toast that he remembered the jacket he brought home from sungjin's. 

"i should probably wash it now and bring it to school tomorrow so i can ask sungjin whose it is."

---

"hey wonpil!" a voice greeted him as he was at the cafeteria gulping down a glass of milk. 

wonpil choked on his milk once he realized that it was dowoon. his eyes became twice their original sizes as he struggled to calm down. dowoon chuckled at his misery before reaching into his pocket. fishing out a handkerchief, he handed it to other boy,

"easy there, kitten. did i surprise you that much?"

the tips of wonpil's earsturned bright red. he ignored the other's question and bashfully grabbed the offered handkerchief.

once he's calmed down, wonpil realized his crush was now sitting in front of him, looking mildly amused. a little flustered and still clutching the piece of fabric in his hand, he asked;

"what are you doing here anyway? didn't your last class for the day ended awhile ago?"

it was silent for a moment until wonpil realized what he had just said. trying to keep his act together, he internally panicked;

oh crap, my tongue slipped oh my god now he's going to think that i'm a creepy stalker who knows everything about his schedule-- oh my god what am i going to do,

"ah not that i know well about your schedule or anything, it's just that i have a friend whose schedule is the same as yours and i saw him out awhile ago which led me to believe that you're done for the day so yup, that's it." wonpil said in one go, not even stopping between words to breathe. 

dowoon, however, still looked mildly amused.

"hey, chill. i wasn't saying anything." he said, shrugging, "anyway, i was passing by and saw you so i thought i should come and say hi,"

wonpil dumbly stared at the other. dowoon continued,

"and also to tell you that i enjoyed our conversation last night. drunk you is pretty cute."

dowoon winked.

wonpil wanted to slam his head against the table right there at that moment.