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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓

A heavy boot made contact with Wooyoung's left cheek, nudging it, as he carried out another set of pushups, the instructor commenting, "I expected you to have skills to go along with that arrogance of yours, but I see that was expecting too much."

"Yeah, well I'm with you there," Wooyoung mumbled under his breath as he lowered himself into another push-up, the instructor turning around and coming back to stand in front of him.

"Excuse me?" She sounded ready to fight and that was another thing Wooyoung could agree on.

Pushing himself off the ground, he stood at the same height as the instructor and looked her dead in the eyes. "I said I'm with you because all you seem to be able to do is yap away with that loud trap of yours. Is that the only thing you know how to do?" Wooyoung's voice was gradually getting louder and louder as he went on. "I bet you can't do half the shit that fucking mouth keeps yapping at me to do!"

The camp went silent and two other male instructors began walking quickly and very angrily over to where they stood until she put a hand up, stopping them from interfering.

"Those are some pretty daring words to say to your superior, 240. Would you be speaking as freely if I were one of your male superiors? I think you could imagine how that would end." She raised her eyebrows at a bored Wooyoung.

"I bet you'll tell me about it anyway though, so why waste time imagining." He smiled sarcastically until a hand came hard at his throat and threw him into a fit of coughs, bent over gasping for air. 

He never saw that coming.

Before he had time to recover, a fist followed, slamming into his cheek, sending him back violently against the ground, dizzy and trying to grasp what just happened.

Bending down next to where his body was laid out flat, the instructor spoke loud enough so only he could hear. "You know, I deal with a lot of men here that belittle me for a lot of different reasons, but at least they have a title." She chuckled irritatedly. "You better work hard and make a name for yourself before you start walking around here being a dick like the rest, you cute little recruit you."

She stood back up and peered down at him.

Wooyoung squeezed his eyes shut, wishing it was a dream and the whole camp didn't just see him get his ass handed to him by some lady instructor.

"Answer your superior!" Her voice boomed out through the silent camp and Wooyoung sprung up, a little wobbly, and got himself into proper form.

Saluting her, he gave a "Yes ma'am," and held the salute until she gave him permission to stop.

All the while, as Wooyoung received his scolding, San was practically crying on the sidelines, spewing laughter as silently as he could manage while also making an attempt to keep his composure, Kai smacking him on the back of the head before letting out a small chuckle himself.

And embarrassingly enough for Wooyoung, the first person his eyes met when the instructor dismissed him were San's, out of the hundreds of eyes on him.

Looking away quickly, avoiding the other's glee-filled eyes, Wooyoung walked with the rest of his team to grab a drink of water but that just made San even more tempted to bother him, so, with a devilish smirk decorating his lips, he bounded over to where Wooyoung was grabbing water, managing to sneakily swipe another for himself, and grabbed the spot next to him on the grass.

"That looked painful, you ok?" San said patronizingly, giving Wooyoung a pitiful look, specifically eyeing the light smudge in his face paint where he'd been hit.