Two training idols meeting for the first time. A friendship blooming against adversity.
The birth of WooSan.
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"And then, you will go home and you will think of daddy, will you?"
I hate having to enter the academy side eyeing everyone, knowing too well one of them will be San. I left him on seen yesterday, because his reply pissed me off. Who does he think he is? How much power does he think he holds over me? I've known him for a single day. The entitlement. As I walk towards my class, I see his broad shoulders among the crowd. He's looking the other way, so I haven't been spotted yet.
"Wooyoung-ah, what are you doing? You look like a cat about to attack."
"Good morning, hyung." Hongjoong's wide smile greets me in the corridor. "No attack for me, I'm just looking for my class."
"You shouldn't lie to your hyungs, you know that, right? Let me guess. Still avoiding San?"
"I-I... not really avoiding, I'm just... hmm... looking out for myself. That's all."
"If you say so. See you in class, Wooyoung. I'm going to meet Hwa in a minute."
I tilt my head and I search back for San. Fuck. He's gone from my sight. I might as well go in and not care about him any longer, why should I avoid him when I could just totally ignore him? Yes, that's it. I'm not going to give him the pleasure to see me in distress.
I finally enter the classroom along with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, talking about the newest BOP and how we'd love to be the ones releasing one someday. We quietly sit down and the first practical lesson starts. They explain the choreo to us, show it to us a couple times, then make us try as a group. It's a mess, but it's also a start; it's good to be finally thrown into action. They call out the ones who got the choreo best and make them dance in front of everyone: me, Seonghwa and San are among them. Hongjoong follows shortly after. We dance and repeat countless times until all of us are so tired out feet and legs hurt, but I feel satisfied by my performance and I slam a high five with my hyungs. In all this, San hasn't looked at me once if not absent-mindedly. Strange. I expected some mockery, some kind of "but I did it better" from his sharp tongue, something. Instead, he picks up his towel and leaves the room with his friends, barely chatting.
I feel both relief by not having to put up with his fuckery, and disappointment, although I would never admit it out loud and it surprises me even, for not having the smallest shard of attention from his part. I'm a bitch, I live for the attention, I can't do anything about it. Always been like this. You can't put me under the spotlight, then shut all the lights off and leave. No sir, it doesn't work like that. And I'll show you how it does work, yes I will, or my name isn't Jung Wooyoung any longer.
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𝕊𝕒𝕟
I usually know what to do, and when to do it. I also know when to do nothing at all, and today was one of those moments. I didn't feel like giving any importance to my new "friend" here at KQ, so I didn't. I also felt he needed to be put back in his place. Know his importance to me, which, right now, is next to zero. He might be fun to play with, but I also grow bored very quickly of new preys, if they don't entertain me. We'll see how it goes. I'm focusing on my next class for now, and on my newborn friendship with Mingi and Yunho.
I'm lost in my thought and I head for the showers after choreo, I'm so covered in sweat I can feel my clothes sticking to my body. Gross. My t-shirt is already off when I hear someone rudely calling my name behind me.
"Hey! San-ah!"
Wooyoung. A little smirk appears on my face but I hide it. I want to act annoyed, just for the sake of it.
"What do you want?"
"So, I'm not invisible. You can see me. I was starting to think you couldn't."
"How so?"
"You completely ignored me in class. We even danced back to back and not once you acknowledged my existence."
"Didn't know I was obliged to say hi. I barely know you."
"You... you! You taunt me and follow me and stalk me online, and this is your reply?"
"That's all in your head. Besides, do you really want to do this when I'm half naked in the locker room? Or do you just enjoy the view?"
He blushes and stutters some words, then scoffs and goes away, cursing under his breath. I giggle and proceed with my shower, thinking that maybe I underestimated Wooyoung and this whole situation could be more interesting than I initially thought.
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Author's note: I wasn't able to write yesterday because I was sick. I'm still home from work because of it, but I'm feeling better today. This is also a little shorter than the others. Did you enjoy this chapter? What do you expect from the next one?
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