First off, I have to apologize. It probably won't be anything like what youi're expecting and doesn't really fit very well with the whole Wowowow vibe or theme, but my mind and fingers kind of wandered because of a sudden idea I got and ran with and I'm really sorry. Also, I don't really know Teen Top too well so I kind of gave them my own images of them, lol. Oh and I might have messed up a little on the personalities and done a few more things the wrong way, but I think you'll like it...or, at least I hope you will.

Oh, and italics here don't mean anything. I was just feeling ultra artsy and sarcastic so, yeah... Enjoy!  

(p.s. My updates aren't usually this long. This was just a 'super inspired 1st request' special. Also, I don't usually update this quickly, so please don't be fooled.) 

(p.s.s. I haven't really re-read the whole thing from start to finish yet, so please don't mind minor mistakes every here and there. I'll fix them later.)

watching. 

     I watched out of the corner of my eye as my friends spoke in hushed tones around our lunch table, a plan brewing furiously among them...

     ...a plan I wanted no part in.

     While Changjo and Ricky seemed more or less interested in whatever it was that Chunji was talking about, C.A.P sat by creating his own distraction and L.Joe only arched a perfect eyebrow at them before delving back into whatever book he was reading this week.

     Meanwhile, as I caught bits and pieces of their discussion, I thought back on what had brought us to this point and tried to seem more and more interested in whatever it was the creepy lunch lady had piled onto my tray.

     It all started a few months ago, back when we all still went by our real names, with a tap of the shoulder and a confident voice whose first words were:

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     The six of us were inside of the gym, four of the others battling it out with a horde made up of hundreds of high school students who were all pushing and shoving against each other in an aggravated bunch in front of the bulletin boards lining the outside of the gym. Meanwhile I watched from the bleachers with a bored-looking Byunghun, still unsure of how exactly he had managed to get out of it alive.

     …am I the only one who thinks that nothing good could possibly come from this?

     I swear, the teachers did this just to get a good laugh in before they were forced into doing their jobs.

     Anyways, I had gotten pretty lucky. ‘Ahn’ had been pretty easy to find, so I was able to leave the mob before things got out of hand. Yoo Changhyun should’ve been here too, but I hadn’t seen him since we first raced to the boards. He might’ve gotten trampled or something in the scuffle.

     The others, namely Choi Jonghyun and Lee Chanhee, hadn’t been so lucky. Not only were their letters common, but they had ended up getting swept up in the wave of students. Which brings me back to Byunghun. He was a ‘Lee’, meaning he should’ve been down there riding the wave with Chanhee. Why was he here again?

     “Seems like Minsoo found his name,” Byunghun, the boy who would later be known as L.Joe, brought me out of my thoughts in time for me to look back at the boards.

     Glancing over, I watched as Bang Minsoo struggled against the tide of teens and scanned one of the lists expectantly. With a tell-tale smile, he nodded silently to himself before continuing to scan the list for a little longer – probably in search of Jonghyun’s name, seeing as Choi wasn't too far away – before a voice interrupted his train of thought.

     “Hey, dude with the snapback!”

     She didn’t speak loudly, or in an overwhelmingly authoritative voice, but as my eyes scanned the area of the crowd from which the voice had come from, it was more than obvious who she was talking to.

     “Yes, you with the Yankees cap on,” she continued as Minsoo turned in the direction of the voice and pointed at himself. “You’re mother wasn’t a glassmaker, so I’m gonna need you to move.”

     Before he could think of a smart comeback, I watched as a caramel-colored girl with long dark brown hair and playful eyes pushed through the crowd and smiled at him. He, on the other hand, just stood there, staring dumbly at her as the crowd tried to push them out of place. She waited a few seconds before her playful eyes became screwed slightly in confusion and, when he still didn’t show any type of response, she waved her hands lightly in front of his eyes, struggling to hold her ground as the mob fluxed again.

     “Hello? Cap-kid?” she called out, her blunt words snapping him back into the present. “You’re not made of glass.”

     Now it was his turn to look confused, and she rolled her eyes in slight irritation.

     “I can’t see through you,” she elaborated, a tinge of annoyance now in her voice. “So move out of the way.”

     His stutter of a response couldn’t be heard through the crowd, but his blush could be seen loud and clear and, as she brushed past him to find her own name on the board, I found myself smirking in response as he glanced back for a second before moving to join us on the bleachers.

     “Well, well, well,” L.Joe grinned cheekily. “Looks like Minsoo’s found himself a new friend.”

     From that day on, the nicknames just kind of developed and stuck. Minsoo became C.A.P; Byunghun became L.Joe; Chanhee became Chunji; Jonghyun became Changjo; and Changhyun who, surprisingly enough, had survived the trampling, became Ricky. Meanwhile, my name just got shortened from Daniel to Niel.

     How original.

     Another thing I noticed that the others seemed oblivious to were the slight changes in C.A.P's behavior. He had taken to scanning the halls and lunchrooms whenever we walked through them, carrying a small notebook around with him, and being more excited for French class than anyone had a right to be. While the others may have wondered why he had started acting so strangely, I rolled my eyes knowingly.

     That’s right. I knew because for the past couple of months I had been following along, observing it like a housewife watching her soap operas.

     I watched as his eyes searched before settling on a single person every time. I watched as he wrote random things inside of his notebook at random times throughout the day, but was quick to close or hide what he had written if anyone came too close. I watched from my seat in the dreaded French class I had been bullied into taking as he gave more attention to a certain classmate than to the teacher.

     Basically, to put it bluntly, I watched as he watched. But who was he watching?

     Her: the girl who had unintentionally given him his nickname.

     Even now, as Chunji refereed a one-on-one basketball game between Ricky and Changjo, C.A.P's eyes wandered past the trio on our side of the court to her and her group of jokers on the opposite side of the court, all the while scribbling inside of his tell-tale notebook. Feigning interest in the basketball game, I watched out of the corner of my eye as he put the finishing touches on yet another portrait of her.

     This time his ballpoint pen had captured her mid-laugh.

     I shook my head, feeling both amusement and pity for my lovestruck hyung.

     A girl named Camille Carter had him wrapped around her slim little fingers, and she didn’t even know it.

     “So, when are you gonna talk to her?” L.Joe’s voice broke the comfortable silence that surrounded us and I watched as C.A.P immediately closed his notebook, staring with widened eyes at L.Joe.

     I soon joined him, staring at the completely calm L.Joe who merely flipped a page in his book and continued reading as he sat in a rather comfortable position.

     Guess one wasn’t quite as oblivious as I had thought.

     “W-what are you t-talking about?” if the notebook possessiveness didn’t make it obvious enough, the stuttering did.

     “Bang Minsoo, you know exactly what I’m talking about,” L.Joe countered casually, eyes still scanning the page. “She’s pretty, that Camille girl you’ve been eyeing.”

     Meanwhile my eyes averted to what looked like an argument brewing between Changjo and Ricky, one that Chunji was watching amusedly from the sidelines.

     Psh, some referee.

     Bored, I turned my attention back to our stammering leader and reveled in L.Joe’s ability to effortlessly pluck at his nerves.

     “I never pegged you for black girls,” L.Joe continued, eyes leaving the book just long enough to finish his sentence. “But you’ve chosen well. Kudos, hyung.”

     “Shut up!” C.A.P ordered after finally pulling himself together, his voice a little too loud for someone with nothing to hide.

     An awkward silence passed as L.Joe and I both stared calmly at the clearly embarrassed boy. After a few seconds, he sighed, pulled off one of his now-signature caps, and ran a nervous hand through his hair before sighing again and placing said cap back onto his head. He spoke again after a few more moments of silence. 

     “Do the others know?” he asked suddenly, voice hushed and face red as he glanced in the direction of the object of his affections to be sure that she hadn’t heard.

     “Which others?” I asked innocently, the hint of a smirk covering my lips as three figures soon stood behind him.

     “You know, Ricky, Chunji, and Changjo,” he responded with a sigh of relief after seeing that she was still messing around with her friends. “Do they know about this too?”

     “Do we know about what?”

     “Damn...”

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     Needless to say, after a forced explanation and weeks of teasing and tormenting, the whole crew was all in and had taken it upon themselves to make CaMin – Ricky had insisted upon a couple name – into a reality.

     ...whether C.A.P wanted it or not.

     “And then Niel can just---” at the mention of my name, I snapped back from my reverie and cut them off.

     “No,” they all opened their mouths to speak before I cut them off again. “Whatever it is, no.”

     “Aww, come on, Niel,” Chunji started. “You have to do it!”

     “That’s right, hyung,” Changjo added. “No one else can pick a lock and get away with it. It’s gotta be you.”

     “Plus,” Ricky continued in a quiet voice, nodding in a certain direction. “Doesn’t it hurt you a little to see him looking so pathetic?”

     I glanced over to see our oldest stenciling in a few more precise details onto one of his old drawings as he watched her walking with a friend to sit at a table in the distance.

     Something about my hyung’s lovelorn expression and actions reminded me of a wounded puppy and, well, who could say no to a puppy? My head was nodding before I even knew what I was doing.

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     I shouldn’t have done it.

     I shouldn’t have let Ricky’s little pity plea guilt me into this, because now I was pretty sure hyung’s girl thought that I hated her or something.

     How?

     Simple – my friends are idiots. 

     The first plan, thought up by none other than the Childish Changjo, was to leave flowers inside of her locker – something he named Operation: Flower Power. Sounds simple enough, right? Not when he bought the white roses the night before and gave them to me to place inside of her locker without realizing that a wasp had decided to make said flowers his property.

     That said, is it any surprise that the sounds of screams greeted the students of Hallway B as poor Camille Carter opened her locker to find a very angry yellow jacket waiting?

     Oh, and did I mention she’s allergic?

     No?

     Hm, well, it must’ve slipped my mind the same way it slipped the mind of the girl working in the flower shop to spray some preservation wax onto the bouquet he had bought.

     The result: an angry wasp flying, a terrified frenzy of students, and a wilted clump of dead roses.

     Operation: Flower Power = Failure

     Instead of doing the smart thing and just ditching these shenanigans, just letting things go naturally and take their own course, Chunji the Mentally Challenged came up with his own “ingenious” plan involving the number one weakness of all girls:

     Chocolate.

     Thus Operation: Sweet Tooth came to pass.

     After finding out that she was a fiend for milk chocolate, Chunji handed me a box and pushed me in the direction of her locker expectantly. After slipping it in before the end of school and finding the others, the mastermind deemed it a success and forced C.A.P to buy him ice cream.

     Sounds good, right? Wrong.

     Turns out Camille had had a doctor’s appointment that afternoon and had left school early.

     Well...not a complete failure, right? Wrong.

     That day was a Friday and the following Monday was a Teacher’s Planning Day, which meant no school. So, all in all, we ended up with a three-day weekend. Now normally, we would all have had reason to celebrate – and celebrate we did – but the following Tuesday we were hit with the full extent of what we had done.

     Immediately, upon walking into Hallway B, students were welcomed with the sight of hundreds of ants scurrying out of the locker of Camille Carter, the very same Camille Carter who had unleashed the wasp from the hall’s last pest incident.

     The result? 

     The unintentional sugar ant infestation of the entire hallway, Camille’s loss of a proper storage space for her textbooks for the following two weeks, the fumigation of the entire building for other potential pests, and a box filled with inedible milk chocolates.

     Operation: Sweet Tooth = Irrevocable Failure

     I wanted to give up and C.A.P's saddened expression as he gave me his notebook and ordered that I get rid of it somehow told me he wasn’t too keen on anymore of these plans either, but an unexpected text from Ricky mid-way through my last class had me suddenly standing in a deserted hallway with a penguin plush being pushed into my hands along with an envelope.

     “I thought we agreed to stop playing matchmaker,” I argued, trying my best to push the soft toy back into the younger’s arms.

     “Yeah...” he agreed as he pushed it back to me. “...right after this one.”

     “Ricky, I don’t th---”

     “But it’s not fair!” he interrupted with an aggravated pout, the stuffed penguin in his hands looking almost as sad as he did. “The others messed up, but I won’t. Please, give me a chance to make things right.”

     There was no arguing with him when he got like this, so with an aggravated sigh I held out a hand without looking at him, already picturing the smile that lit up his face and knowing I would regret this.

     “This is the last time though,” I warned as he handed me the penguin and letter with a cheeky grin. “After this we let them figure it out on their own.”

     “Okay,” he agreed easily.

     ...a little too easily actually, especially by Ricky standards.

     “There’s 15 minutes left before the bell rings, so...yeah. Thanks again hyung!”

     He spoke quickly before speeding off and, as I watched his retreating figure and checked my own watch, I cursed under my breath at his bad timing. Her locker was in a hallway two buildings away and, unless I took off running, I wouldn’t make it back to my classroom in time.

     I hated these kinds of catches but, with an annoyed sigh, I took off running.

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     “What do you think you’re doing?”

     A voice stopped me in my tracks and, as I turned toward the speaker, my eyes widened and I mentally cursed Ricky again for his horrible timing.

     Of course. The girl just has to pick today to skip the end of her classes and round the corner just in time to catch me right when I’m about to finish closing the door to her locker. I mean, as if having to take the long way to dodge a few teachers and assistants on the way over wasn’t bad enough, something else just has to screw up somehow, right?

     God forbid things go well for me for a change.

     “You’re the one who’s been sneaking stuff into my locker, aren’t you?”

     Camille stepped toward me and I instantly moved away, the stuffed penguin and letter both slipping out of the locker. I instantly bent to pick them up with shaking hands, and her friend, who I hadn’t noticed before, gingerly picked up the letter that had slid further out of my reach. The sound of their footsteps made me somewhat jumpier than usual.

     “Why do you keep doing this?” her voice was closer than I remembered and, as I pulled myself to my feet and dusted off the soft plush, I avoided her eyes and took note that both of their shoes were only a couple feet away from me now.

     After a moment of silence passed between us, she continued.

     “Do you...do you hate me or something?”

     “No,” I answered timidly, hating the feeling of her eyes piercing into me. I could already feel the beginnings of sweat forming at the edges of my forehead. “All of it was an accident.”

     I looked up and both her and the friend whose name I hadn’t learned yet waited for me to finish.

     “Here,” I gently placed the penguin inside of the still-open locker and took a few steps away from the pair. “I’m sorry, please read the note.”

     And with that I was gone, hurrying around a corner and pausing for a moment to listen to their reactions.

     “Well, that was...interesting,” her friend teased, giggling softly before suddenly exclaiming. “Ouch! What was that for?”

     “It’s not funny,” I heard Camille reply quietly, the sound of something being shifted around slowly following her words.

     “Hey, cheer up. There’re no bugs this time,” her friend spoke back, their voices slowly drifting further and further down the hallway. “And this is your favorite animal, right? You gotta give him credit for being thoughtful.”

     “Yeah, but he’s not the one I want thinking of me...”

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     “Niel.”

     It was near the end of lunch, the warning bell had just rang, and the group of us were just about to split up to head back to our class, when an all-too-familiar voice called out to me from a distance.

     Turning around, me and the rest of the crew found ourselves coming face-to-face with none other than Miss Camille Carter, her friend standing off in the background somewhere.

     “That’s what they call you, right?” she questioned, obviously annoyed by all of our surprised expressions. “Niel?”

     I nodded my head slowly, still wondering what all of this was about.

     “I need to talk to you. Alone. Now.”

     She walked away without waiting for my response and I followed, wary that she might have a group of friends waiting to beat me up somewhere, and saw out of the corner of my eye C.A.P's jealous expression.

     He would be angry about this for weeks.

     As we turned the corner and continued walking until about the middle of another empty hallway, she spun around and gave me a small smile – one I wasn’t so used to.

     The pity smile.

     Before I could wonder why she was looking at me the way she was, she began speaking in the signature hesitant, bad news voice.

     “Look, I appreciate the gestures and all, but right now I kind of like someone else, so---”

     She waited with annoyed expression on her face, but I pushed away the intimidation I should have been feeling for an attempt at clarity.

     “You thought...that all of that......was from me?”

     As if the silence that followed wasn’t response enough, her next few words were.

     “You mean...it wasn’t?”

     oh. Oh.

     Wow, what a twist. I mean, I’m practically an actor in this CaMin drama and even I didn’t see this coming.

     So what do you think my reaction was?

     Laughter.

     Relieved, incredulous laughter.

     After a minute and a half of her staring at me confused while my initial burst of laughter died down to a soft airy chuckle, I spoke my next few words while pulling C.A.P's not-so-secret notebook out of my backpack.

     “I think there’s something you should know...”

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     Which brings us forward to about a month after that fateful plan in the lunchroom, after everything’s been said and done, to the group of us sitting around and hanging out on the old basketball court’s bleachers yet again.

     A few things have changed, though.

     Now instead of holding his notebook, he’s holding a girl’s hand. Instead of watching Camille from a distance, he watches her from the corner of his eyes as she laughs at Ricky, Chunji, and Changjo’s attempts to pull L.Joe away from his book for a game of basketball with a few of her friends. 

     As for me?

     Well, let’s just say instead of watching C.A.P watch Camille who was secretly watching him back the entire time, I’m watching Camille’s friend...

     ...and hoping that she’s secretly watching me too. 

So yeah, there's my story. I know, it's not really lovey-dovey like they wanted, but I hope everyone still appreciated and enjoyed it and I wish I could leave a longer message and stuff for you guys, but I'm kind of in a rush to finish some homework I super procrastinated on, so please forgive me and remember: 

All comments, criticisms, and the like are welcome and encouraged - as long as they're done in good taste -  and please feel free to apply whenever you're ready. 

Thanks and stay safe, 

DoMeSi [-]