Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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SAN
"You couldn't be any slower.", Yunho drawled dragging San behind him with Mingi to his right.
"Because I don't see the point of this. Why eat at the rooftop when there is a very lovely canteen with the food there that we could go. Plus are we even allowed up there?", San rose his brow, the heels of his shoes being scraped along the floor.
"Of course we're allowed there. It's part of the school building so there shouldn't be any ban. I hope. Mingi's already there and he's set up our lunch."
San stood still, "This is ridiculous."
"Wooyoung is coming too."
San's eyes twitched. He fought the urge to grab Yunho's collar and suffocate him.
"So now you're using the guy to bribe me? What makes you think I'll fall for that cheap trick?"
"The fact that you may not want to admit it yet but you definitely have something for him."
"You're being delusional."
"Alright then. You can go. But don't say I didn't give you a chance when Wooyoung ends up having lunch with us up there.", Yunho taunted, turning around and leaving San behind.
He wasn't planning on giving up easy. San crossed his arms over his chest with a loud puff before heading back. He was taking the school staircase down when Wooyoung walked past him. He was definitely going upstairs. Possibly to the rooftop.
San turned his head and carried on moving, refusing to given into temptation.
A few minutes later, he was being pointed at and ridiculed by Yunho.
"You're a hopeless case!", Yunho wheezed, "Should've made a bet! For once I'd have won!"
"I just wanted to see what Mingi's parents made him.", San averted his eyes, "It's not that deep."
"Do you want some?", Wooyoung's voice had him turning to face the younger, who he'd obviously chosen to sit next to. He was giving him rice dumplings with such an innocent face that San knew he'd struggle to get used to.
"... yeah thanks."
Mingi snorted.
San glared at him before slowly eating the dumplings, a little smile making its way across bis face.
