Odd Ones Out

i saw you, and knew what i was tryna do ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

Wooyoung lets out a deep sigh as he sets his books down. It's now the day after San's arrival and he currently finds himself seated in the complete backside of the classroom.

Why the fuck does he have to have this class two days in a row? And why must San be in it?

God, he wants to rip his eyes out.

It's as if San can smell the younger boy's dread because while Wooyoung is busy zoning out, said boy walks towards him with long strides.

"What's the pout for, sweetness?"

'Sweetness' lets out a bewildered shriek at that and almost falls out of his chair. However, before his ass can plummet to the ground, strong, firm arms grab him by the waist and pull him close.

"Ah, did I startle you? I'm sorry." San says with a guilty smile.

All Wooyoung could do was blink a couple times and stare him in the eyes dumbly.

"Um, it's no problem. Thanks." He mumbles, shuffling back to his seat. "Did you need something?"

"Nah, just thought it'd be cool to sit next to you and get to know each other. We haven't talked at all yet, you know."

'Yeah, no shit.' Wooyoung thinks. "Oh. Sure."

"Cool! So, Wooyoung, right? How'd you end up meeting the guys?" He asks with a grin. Pearly white teeth shine back at him. He could practically see his own reflection.

"Yeosang." He mumbles in return, not even bothering to meet his eyes. A hum.

"..Okay," San stretches out, "Not very talkative, are you?" Wooyoung clenches his jaw.

"I am. I'm just not in the mood."

"That's okay! I-"

"Boys! Silence back there." Mrs. Anju shouts from the front of the class. Thank god, Wooyoung thinks.

San snorts and whispers towards Wooyoung, the distance small enough that he can feel the warm breath on his neck. "So much for getting to know each other. We'll just have to talk later, alright?"

Wooyoung nods slightly and returns his focus back to picking at his nails. He'd much rather have the two of them never talk again, but when has life ever gone accordingly to his pleads?

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Wooyoung lazily sketches a fox onto his arm, waiting for his lecture to finally come to an end. It looks a bit more like a deformed dog rather than anything else.

He's in his second and last lecture of the day. The only thing keeping him going is his Iced Americano, which is almost as bitter as his mood.

The watered down taste is not it, he thinks.

Yeosang's been blowing up his phone, asking about where he is and what could've been so important to the point where he skipped their usual lunch meetup?

Of course Wooyoung felt guilty, but he couldn't bring himself to respond. What can he even say?

'hey sorry.. i chickened out bcuz of the guy i have beef with (for a reason btw) haha oopsies.. catch you later!! xoxo'

Even he has the dignity to not say something as ridiculous as that. And he's said a lot of ridiculous things in his life.

What even is it about San that pisses him off so badly? Is it his soft giggle that turns Wooyoung's stomach into an uncomfortable mixture of mush? Or maybe it's his cocky attitude, always confident in what he says and does.