5| Daring and caring

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Halfway through the last module, San lost his patience and set out to concentrate on anything but the teaching. As suggested was Wooyoung sleeping at him, although not his shoulder, but with his head on his lap, light snores coming from his mouth as the teacher never stopped talking about the second world war. San only listened with one ear, as his focus was distracted by everything else but history. Softly, he stroked his hand through Wooyoung's dark locks, caressing his precious head. At some point did San understand why Wooyoung hated school so much; it wasn't of their nature to be locked up behind doors, to have teachers require a lot of things from you that you didn't even in the first place find interesting. The only subject that Wooyoung found interesting at some point was biology - and not even all of that was to any use in their lives.

San sighed and wished for the period just to be over now. 20 minutes, and they were finished with school for today. The boy's gaze soon fell on the weather outside where water drops seemed threatening from falling at any given moment. The huge grass field was empty from any students making the mood even lonelier than it actually was. Something was luring at him from the distance, and for some reason, San felt like it was a person and not just the cat, who had been following him suspiciously around for weeks now. The boy squinted his eyes slightly as he tried to make out the figure there appeared like a dot for his sight. Why would anyone even be staring at him?

It could be anyone in the classroom.

San wondered if it was tricks that his mind was playing on him, or what he saw actually was real, when it started tingling in his fingertips, almost as if energies swarmed into his body, forming into something strong, almost fierce. All because of the small dot in the distance.

A past dream popped into his thoughts very suddenly - one he hadn't even dared tell Wooyoung, and would never do so. San widened his eyes before tearing them with difficulty away from the field again. His hand in Wooyoung's hair was now holding protectingly around it, making sure he was safe. Everything was odd, and the energy swelling in his body didn't feel nice as it was as if a needle kept digging deeper into his flesh, tearing his memories apart and San had the urge to protect Wooyoung. His body was tense and he slowly started shaking in pure alarm. But when San's eyes flashed toward the window yet again, the black dot was gone and so was the dark feeling of magic.

Something bad was coming.

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San had had to part ways with Wooyoung, when they reached the main road in the city as they lived in two completely opposite directions from the school. The younger had been a pouting mess, but San had promised him to meet with him early the next day before school since they had to meet a bit later. With a very considering gesture, Wooyoung had finally agreed with that and gave him a sweet kiss before walking off.

San was still blushing when he continued down the pavement, feeling as if he was still newly in love. Wooyoung had always had that impact on him, all whipped and all over the moon for him or as Mingi often would put it, 'love-sick'. San couldn't say anything against it as he knew the tall kid was nothing but right about that.

But the rest of this day had San decided on playing a bit with magic and energies. He had a feeling that it would be a good thing to do, now when so many odd occasions already had happened within a short amount of time. The small session would probably turn out just as confusing as the thing he wanted to put solvation to, but that didn't scare him away from trying. When he reached the house, he calmly entered, fully knowing that at least his father was home from work. Albeit his movements seemed rather calm, his mind was a mess, waiting for the right time to explode. Mostly circling around the dream from about 4 years ago.

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