How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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The boys begrudgingly got up, wanting nothing more than to spend another few hours in the mass of cosiness strewn across San's living room floor. Preferably after they'd changed out of their sticky clothes, though.

The quickly yet easily evolving relationship between the two was yet to meet a boundary, as they showered, dressed and ate breakfast as a two instead of a one. As they wrapped up their mornings and put the contaminated clothing and bedding on a hot wash, they headed to San's drive to their respective cars, sharing a quick kiss in the privacy of San's large estate before departing. Wooyoung headed straight to school and San to pick Hwa up, aiming to meet back up with one another in no less than half an hour.

Over breakfast, San and Wooyoung had decided that although perfectly understood and reciprocated between them, explaining even a fraction of their antics to their friends may not be well received so early. Only for the same reasoning that originally had San apprehensive of starting something beyond friendship so quickly with Wooyoung.

After voicing his honest concerns about not wanting the boy to feel alone or at risk in the event of things for some reason not panning out well, Wooyoung thanked San for his genuineness, assuring the boy that he believed they could always remain friends if they never made it successfully past the mark. San agreed, happy to follow the shorter's way, and with that they decided to take things at their own pace and cross the necessary bridges when it came to it.

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"Hmph."

Hwa settled into San's car with a grunt, San recognising it immediately as one of his many noises that meant he wanted attention. To ask him what was wrong, so he could say 'nothing' before proceeding to tell you exactly what the problem was.

'What's wrong, Hwa?'

"Nothing."

Give it a few seconds... San timed in his head.

"I text you when I woke up from my afternoon nap. You never replied. You NEVER never reply. Even if it's a few hours late. How could you forget about me? Don't I mean anything to you? The torment, the horror, the SCANDA-"

Just as Hwa was starting to claw at the windows as though he was in the midst of a kidnapping, San interrupted.

"Seongieeeee. Look at me."

Hwa sat back stiffly in his chair, not turning his head but sending a shockingly mean side-eye to San with a scowl on his face.

"Only Yunho and now Wooyoung can call me Seongie. It sounds weird coming from you. Like you're trying to flirt with me. Is that it? Did you not text me back because you're trying to battle your one sided-love for me? I'm sorry Sannie, you may be the star of appeal to the masses, but I have a more refined taste. For example..."

There we go. I've set him off for the day, and I only have to deal with it alone for the next 10 minutes before he becomes everyone else's problem. San smiled and schemed to himself, simultaneously thinking back to the reason why for the first time in his life, he had gone an evening and morning without feeling the urge once to check his phone.

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"And then... fake sniffle - fake sniffle.. I text a picture of the horse shaped cloud to Sannie and he.. NEVER REPLIED!" 

Hwa exclaimed from the lap of Yunho, once more with his feet strewn over Mingi as the group sat around to listen to the boy's very relevant formal complaint against his 'former best friend' (his own words).

The group had collectively arrived much earlier to the building than normal, and the space was more empty than usual due to some before-class Senior meetings for a large majority of the students, leaving only a few to pass in and out of the shared student room. The group were exempt from such meetings as they had their own, and Wooyoung was exempt because, well... San said so.

Hwa of course, used the open space to his advantage, filling the room with his traumatic recollection of his prior evening.

"Seongie, that's terrible! I would've replied if you sent in to me, maybe you should do that next time, hm? You don't need that kind of negativity in your life." Yunho feigned fake sympathy whilst holding back his need to laugh, offering his deranged friend some solace.

"Are we collectively going to skip over the fact that he actually said 'fake sniffle fake sniffle?'" Mingi questioned, as Hwa stopped pretend crying and lifted his head in his direction to send the boy a bitchy stare.

Wooyoung and San sat side by side, cackling as they observed the others, their knees and hands brushing one too many times but making no real effort to keep it from happening. They figured if they were to act like they couldn't be around each other, it would draw in even more suspicion, so kept it normal. Okay, maybe a little extra few lingering touches wouldn't go amiss.

"Right. Great. San, please apologise to Hwa for your lack of response to his cloud-spotting so we can get on with our day and review the training programme on our next break." Mingi urged San, struggling to lift Hwa's dead weight feet and legs from his lap.

"Hwa, I'm sorry I never text you back. It was a very mean thing to do and I promise I will respond within minutes the next time you text, like I always do. Please can I be your best friend again?" San asked mercifully, joining his hands together and pleading to Hwa through his eyes with a dimpled smile strewn across his face.

Hwa turned his face to the side, and observed the apology for fakeness. Squinting his eyes and humming, he declined San's offer of reconciliation and tossed his full body to face Yunho's front, still with his head in his lap.

Seconds later, he was rolled onto the floor below by Mingi.

"Accept it or don't accept it, I don't care. But if you put your face that close to my boyfriend's dick again, I'll rip yours off."

A short ripple of laugher erupted from Wooyoung, San and even Hwa, before the realisation of what Mingi had said settled in.