How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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San, Hwa, Mingi and Yunho settled in to their respective seats of the familiar classroom. The only thing that changed through the years at the school were the teachers and syllabuses, but the environment stayed the same. The seating wasn't even assigned; it was just established after a few times where the group would typically sit, and the others would work around it unproblematically. As the class settled, the little old teacher with a sweet face began to address the room in full.

"Welcome to your first class of the day, Seniors! It's so lovely to see all these fresh faces back from break. For those of you that haven't seen me on site at any point, my name is Mrs Kim, I'll be your English teacher through the course of the year. It's to my understanding that I have our Head Boy in this class, a Mr Choi San, could you please raise your hand for me, dear?"

San was already accustomed to this. Thankful for the respect from the rest of the year group, he'd been elected to the role two years back, around the same time as his Captain role. The two often went hand in hand, and for each class, he would provide as a second help to his teacher should it ever be necessary. He actually enjoyed both job responsibilities, with the extra credit acting as liquid gold for his University applications.

He stood and bowed, a row of heads turning to acknowledge him and some small 'Hey, San!'s coming his way.

"Good morning, Mrs Kim. Hi, all. I'm happy to assist in anything you may need, as always, you can come to me for help."

San returned the nods and greeting of approval from the students, but as always, chose to quickly skim over the overly-longing stares. Not interested.

"Lovely words, San! Thank you for that. I'm going to do a quick roll call before we proceed with the lesson, so please respond to your name accordingly."

As the teacher grabbed a clipboard from her desk, she went to begin, stopping quickly after peering at an attached note.

"My goodness! My apologies class, I hadn't briefed the day plan before coming in, a new student transfer has gone under my radar. Jung Wooyoung? Could you please come to the front and introduce yourself, dear?"

The sea of students looked around eagerly for an unfamiliar face, but silence filled the room. San also peered around, thinking the boy was perhaps too shy to stand up. A new transfer? For Senior year?

After doing two rounds over the classroom, San had established there were no new faces. He'd spoken to enough students in his year to be able to distinguish who was who.

"Mrs Kim, I don't think Wooyoung is here. I recognise everyone in this room. Do you need me to do anything, try to find him?"

"Oh no, don't worry San. I'll deal with this shortly. Perhaps he was just nervous for the first class, I'm sure he'll be in the building somewhere. Okay! Let's get started-"

"MISS! MISSSSSS! I'm sor-sorry, this was the closest class to run to. There's a-a fight in the hall- bleeding!!!!"

No less than a millisecond through the first name of the register, a student from the year below had burst through the closed door of the class, flustered and panicked, alerting absolutely everybody out of their seats. Chatter spread, and they rose one by one to get up and watch the commotion, a poor Mrs Kim still reeling from the screeching student.

San stood with such urgency that everyone else had automatically reeled back their pace a little. Hwa followed, as did Mingi and Yunho. San made haste over to Mrs Kim to check she wasn't too startled, letting her know he was just going to alert the security on site before turning quickly on his heel and bundling out with his friends.

School fights were common as the year group aged. Some just butting heads, others evolving into physical altercations. Between the four, they had all had their fair share of conflict resolution. They had never found themselves as a participant, just as help to resolve before a situation got out of hand. The staff and teachers had recognised the elders as stellar students, and they worked excellently to keep the peace of their year group.

A bundle of younger years speed walked past them as they left the classroom, as San picked up on the conversation amongst them.

"Dude, Wonho just text me that there's blood everywhere. We've got to go see now!!"

San pulled back one of the boys gently but firmly by his collar, soliciting a high pitched yelp and a wide eyed look as he turned up to face up him.

"You'll do no such thing. Please can you take yourself and your friends to the security section as quickly as you can? Tell them there's a bad fight in Block B and they're needed urgently. Thank you, boys."

"O-of course San!! Sure thing, we'll go now!"

The boy, no longer scared and now giddy with pride after speaking to San, dragged his friend at full speed to carry out the task.

"Fuck, what did that kid say? Blood, everywhere?" Yunho queried, a little uneasy at the thought of it.

The boys were now sprinting to the direction of the growing crowd, nearing the main event. Students of all different years had filled the hallway, but began to dissolve out to make way for the group, most of them with their heads down to avoid being wrote up for leaving their classes to watch the fight.

San made his way to the front of the crowd, quickly scanning the sight in front. A senior he recognised as a promising member of his football team, Hyunwoo, was led on the floor of the hallway as an unfamiliar boy sat on his chest delivering harsh blow after blow on anything he could land on. Hyunwoo surely had to have something on his face broken, to be drawing out that much blood. San didn't think he'd ever seen a fight escalate to this point, never mind on the first day of school, roughly ten minutes into class starting. If he was being honest, it set him back for way longer than it should.

Mingi took the initiative to take a running dive at the body pinning Hyunwoo down, effectively knocking him off and keeping the boy close to him to prevent further damage between the two. The stranger writhed and stretched in his grip, but after half a minute or so had begun settling and catching his breath, realising there was no way he could ever detach himself from this strong tower of a student.

Hwa, obviously completely unable to find any fun or humour in the current matter, had switched up his usual demeanour to start shouting at the crowd for 1) not addressing the staff sooner, ranting about the ethics and behaviour standards of the school, and 2) demanding everyone return to their classes before they get a write up, because "I WILL remember all of your faces! All 86 of you!!"

Yunho ran over to sit up the pummelled into the ground senior and check for any serious injury, sitting him between his legs and tilting his head back. He tried not to gag at the mess, but failed when Hyunwoo spat a little out.

"Right, nothing is broken, thank God. The skin of his upper lip and nose is just badly split, hence the.. the-BLEURGH-GAH-blood. Thanks, Hyunwoo. I wanted bloody spit on my hands today."

The only person left, who usually called the shots and helped to fix any problem seconds after discovering one, stood completely motionless as his friends each took on a crucial role to stop the worst fight the school had seen in years.

Why was he stood still? Beside the grim horror of the hallway, the limp senior in Yunho's arms, the loud background screeching of his best friend ringing in his ears?

San stood still, because the moment he met the fiery gaze of the unfamiliar face in Mingi's grasp, he found himself unable to tear away for even half a second. Nor did the boy, who seemed to find an element of relaxation in San's eyes and slumped further the longer they held contact.

Smaller than him, but clearly toned, he could tell through the fit of his shirt and his trousers. Bloody knuckles gracing his otherwise firm yet soft looking hands, laced with veins. Lightly tanned, blemish free skin, but a beauty mark under his left eye. His petite nose complimented his face so perfectly. A chiselled jaw, ticking and flexing in residing anger. Plump pink lips that trembled in frustration. A black undercut, two longer front strands falling symmetrically down his forehead.

And those eyes.

Almost pitch black siren eyes, piercing through him. San continued to watch them though, as they softened, transforming into the most gentle and round doe eyes. They changed his whole face, his whole look, when he did that.

San had one thought and one thought only, racing in his brain, doubling in size, taking over above everything else.

That is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my fucking life.