Odd Ones Out

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"WOOYOUNG! For god's sake, wake your ass up!" Hongjoong shouts from the living room, banging on the door. "You're taking ages, and I swear to god if I'm late to Mr Joon's class, I'll fucking skin you alive."

"Dude, I'm almost ready!" Wooyoung shouts back despite his current position in bed. Extremely comfortable position—may he add. He's currently koala-hugging his favorite giraffe plushie. To put it simply, not a single bone in his body wants to deal with the events entailing today's agenda.

Today marks the day of none other than Choi San's arrival. Or re-arrival, whatever the hell it is. All Wooyoung knows is that he would rather do quite literally anything else. It's not that he hates the guy, because he doesn't. Sure, he's petty, but he isn't unfair. (His friends would disagree.)

In fact, he doesn't even know him, apart from whatever two cents their mutual friends put in for him, gushing about his sweet personality or charming aura or his supposed stupidly cute dimpled smile.

Wooyoung eventually came to realize that might've been the problem, though. Mr. Choi San doesn't have to do anything specific to piss him off, it's just his mere existence. Hell, he could just be breathing and it'd still manage to irk him.

Despite his many protests, the multicolored boy still has both his physics exam, and a very annoying Hongjoong, forcing him to go. So go he does, dragging his lazy body out of his extremely warm bed. Unlike his usual self, he just pulls on the first sweater he can find and some shorts, not bothering to put any effort into this shit day. Wooyoung ruffles his messy hair as an attempt to look somewhat presentable and then he's off.

"Seriously?" Hongjoong mutters. "You took that long just to look like.. this?" A pillow flies towards him. It falls to the ground due to the attacker's embarrassingly terrible aim.

"Shut up, Joong! You know what day it is." He whines, throwing his bag over his shoulder. The elder boy only sighs.

"It really isn't that serious. Get your shit together and don't you dare give him attitude. You freaking out isn't an excuse to be a bitch towards him."

Wooyoung pouts and mumbles. "..Can't I just say I'm on my period?"

"Jesus fucking Christ." Hongjoong mutters as he slams the door, locking it shut. Today is going to be a long ass day.

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"Alright, Jung, what's your excuse for being late this time?" Mrs. Ji-Yu asks as said boy does the walk of shame inside the lecture room. Except Wooyoung has 0 shame. He instead finds his lateness rather impressive.

"Would you believe me if I said I got my period?" he asks, hope evident in his voice. Throughout the blank stares he receives, there's one exceptionally amused glance that he ignores, too tired to give a damn. "..Okay. I'm sorry, Miss, I promise it won't happen again!"

She sighs, putting her lesson book down. "You said that the week before. And the week before. And the week before. But anyway.."

"Woo, seriously? At this rate, you're gonna get booted from this class." Yeosang mutters, scribbling in his notebook.

"Nuh-uh, she loves me too much to kick me." His best friend snorts. "Seriously, Sangie, I'll be fine.~" he says, way too calm for his current situation.

"Uh-huh.. whatever dude. How're you feeling about the love of your life finally coming here?"

Wooyoung furrows his eyebrows, confused. "..Who? Oh shit!" His eyes shoot wide open as he shrieks excitedly. "Is Kai gonna secretly perform for our school?" Yeosang gives him a weird stare and shakes his head before motioning it to the right. Wooyoung follows his gaze and then makes eye contact with probably the most beautiful boy he's ever laid his eyes upon. Dare he say, this man might even be prettier than Wooyoung himself. And he's really fucking pretty.

"Yeosang. Who is that?" he demands, drooling like a kid looking at a candy shop from afar. The boy had a shaggy blonde mullet with rough edges. Sharp, predatory eyes darted around his papers, almost similar to that of a cat. He was not only gorgeous, but also really fucking big. Holy shit, his shoulders were broader than the Atlantic Ocean's horizon. Wooyoung starts to wonder if other areas are similar in size. There's a strong need pulsing through him to find out.

"Are you messing with me?" Yeosang asks. Huh. What is there to joke about?

"No, dude, seriously, who is that?" Yeosang's eyes slim down as he thinks before shrugging his shoulders and moving his attention back to his laptop. "What the hell do you mean you don't know? You obviously do, so tell me! Sangie, please. I can't miss this chance, he's like Aphrodite's brother! Uh, no offense to you."

Despite his pleas, he's met with another shrug.
Fuck. If Yeosang was going to be no help, then he had to start plotting for himself.

Maybe once this lecture ends, he'll drop his books over like a damsel in distress and hope the mysterious hot guy helps him. Or he could trip over air in hopes of being caught by his prince-savior. Or—the working part of his brain provides, he could go up to him and talk to him like any other regular person!

But Wooyoung wouldn't be Wooyoung if he wasn't unnecessarily difficult, so once the lecture has finished, he finds himself marching toward his unknown crush. However, he's instead met with a shrill yell coming from the vice principal, also known as everyone's least favorite staff member, Professor Kim. "Jung Wooyoung, get over here at once!"

God, what was he even doing here? Making a U-turn, he heads over to the front of the class with an embarrassed look on his face. Thankfully, the Lord has finally decided to grace him for the first time today as none of his peers are focused on him. Instead, they're all rushing to leave, similar to a stampede of animals.

Much to Wooyoung's disappointment, his beloved mysterious hot guy is among the group of people exiting, his strangely attractive long legs carrying him to the door. He wonders where he was headed off to with such speed. Before he can delve any deeper into these thoughts, he's met with Professor Kim's terribly hideous face. If a DILF truly did exist, it'd be the complete antithesis of him.

"Ah, Jung. Fancy seeing you here," he chuckles to himself, seemingly pleased with the joke he cracked himself. Is this guy serious? He literally just called him over. "Ahem. It appears that you're failing not only one, but two classes. Now, listen up please. We expect everyone at Blue-Bird University to put their utmost effort and focus into their studies, and that includes attending your lectures, which you've been lacking on. Your grades are for the most part decent, but your attendance is unacceptable. I've scheduled a meeting for you to see your respective counselor today at 3. Don't be late, you hear me?"

Wooyoung blinks at him before taking a deep breath and nodding, agreeing to whatever bullshit his VP just spew. Decent grades his ass, his GPA would be a 4.0 if it wasn't for his attendance. He walks off, now even more annoyed than he already was. Could his day get any worse?

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a/n – i'm sorry for the long wait (if anyone was waiting..) i know it's short but i decided to try and post a chapter every day to make up for it! hope you guys enjoy and happy new year! <3