fairytale hell asteroid | l.dh

six.

Donghyuck leaned against the back of the driver's seat, his feet tapping anxiously against the floor and his fingers pulling at each other on his lap. He constantly glanced out the window, his main target the corner of the building where he expected you to appear.

It has been a full week since he last hung out with you. He knew he should have asked for your class schedule beforehand so he wouldn't have to stumble around the university campus trying to look for you, but oh lord, the odds were not in his favor at all the past few school days. He didn't even miraculously bump into you once, how atrocious!

After wasting his time walking around the school campus, trying to avoid people he knew would want to chat with him and dodging professors—he even bumped into his professors, ah!—he felt awkward around due to his unappealing grades, it finally hit him on a Saturday night that he should probably ask for your class schedule.

The first person he asked was Jeno. For some reason, he didn't want to bring it up with you yet. His hands got all clammy and sweaty when he typed into the text bracket of your empty conversation, and he kept hitting the backspace button to rephrase his question. It would have been easier for him to bring it up face-to-face, he was always much wittier speaking than typing.

When his plan to ask you failed, which was totally not because he was shy or slightly intimidated by how you would respond to his stupid question, his first (and only) option was to turn to Jeno.

He figured his friend wouldn't be sleeping at one o'clock in the morning on a Saturday, so he was able to obnoxiously spam Jeno with texts of his name typed with different letter cases and an array of different punctuations stuffed between the word. Jeno had been annoyed with the spamming, not to mention this was Donghyuck's second time doing it, but his annoyance did not get through to Donghyuck whatsoever when he replied half-heartedly with a one-worded answer.

There were three things that Donghyuck got out of their conversation regarding your class schedule.

Firstly, oh lord, he had no idea Jeno played games! What a magnificent discovery! Jeno and his small head actually know how to play something outside of boring, sweaty basketball, albeit he probably sucks at the game like he sucks at basketball. Perhaps Donghyuck could invite him to a round of aggressive keyboard tapping some night and boast about having to carry the game himself.

(It's a joke, Donghyuck loves Jeno very much.)

Secondly, this was a no brainer, Donghyuck got your class schedule. The way he faked barf when he saw the classes you took was immaculate. To him, at least, it was immaculate. Your schedule was as he figured; boring back to back classes, starting from early morning to afternoon, spaced out to give yourself less pressure—Donghyuck frowned—and more time for the remaining of the day. God, what a nerd and a workaholic, you.

(It's also a joke, Donghyuck just doesn't know how to bring out his admiration properly. He would never juggle six good grades and a part-time job.)

Lastly, exactly how close were you and Jeno? How the hell did he get your class schedule? Did he ask? Why would he ask? But it would be weird if Jeno didn't ask for it and you gave it to him anyway, right? That was not the type of information you would just give to an acquaintance!

Oh hell, unless it was the kind of information you would give to an acquaintance unprovoked and the only reason why he never received your class schedule was because he was just a classmate. Preposterous! Was he really just a classmate in your eyes? He has got to have leveled up a bit after the lunch date, right?

He wished he was joking about this amount of chaotic thoughts in his head, but he wasn't. The mere concept of you not considering him a friend but letting Jeno into your life plagued his mind at three in the morning and made him extremely bitter.