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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SEONGHWA
It was useless spending his days rotting in bed like this but Seonghwa was starting to lose his spirit. Not like he's had it for two years anyway. He made it a goal to just survive through school and head back home without associating much with everyone. He paused his modelling for a while until he felt like he had the energy to go back to striking poses with the confidence he'd lost.
He wasn't looking forward to his fashion and designs class today. When he found out he was in the same class as Minjae, he lost his mind. Without much of a second thought, he asked to move to another class but all other classes were full and unless someone was ready to swap with him, he couldn't leave. Of course no one opted to leave their friends behind because a certain Seonghwa was uncomfortable with being in the same class as Minjae. In the end, he had to live with seeing his ex's face almost everyday for three to four hours depending on how long their classes were.
He was staring at his plate of food with boredom written all over his face. When will this day end? He had to survive two more hours after lunch. Yeosang, Jongho and Yunho had decided to join him for lunch but he wasn't even that interested in the company they brought him. He picked at his rice repeatedly, not once actually eating it. For the first time in ages, Seonghwa wasn't that eager to eat. He could still feel the dirty looks people gave him from time to time after realising his past.
It didn't help that he heard comments claiming that he was transgender or gay or whatever nonsense people loved to say these days. Seonghwa was a man for fuck sake. Just because he liked wearing tennis skorts didn't make him any less of a man than he already was.
A tray was dropped rather loudly in front of him on the table and he glanced up to see Minjae sitting in the spot in front of him. He wasn't the only one staring. Yunho, Yeosang, Jongho and everyone else's mind was directed at Minjae.
"Why's he sitting with that faggot?"
Seonghwa heard someone mutter and gripped his spoon tightly.
"What do you want?", he asked Minjae.
"Nothing. Can't I have lunch with an old friend?"
"I don't know you."
"Why but you do. We went to the same high school. A lot of people know that by now, why do you choose to deny it?"
Seonghwa slammed his hand on the table and shot up from his seat, "What is your fucking goal? You think any of this makes you seem any better? You damn shit-"
