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San
San woke up in his bedroom dorm feeling very refreshed and strangely excited for the day.
His roommate who finished getting ready at the same time as him sat on the couch, tying the shoelaces of his brown converse.
"Morning, Yunho." San greeted happily, searching for his grey hoodie which he will be wearing above his plain baggy white shirt. A pair of black pants along with matching black converse for his shoes.
The tall male named Yunho frowned at San's enthusiasm, "Good morning to you too. You seem off today."
"What do you mean? I've always been this happy." San calmly says.
"I've known you since we were fourteen, you think I wouldn't notice the abrupt uplift in your mood?" Yunho stood up, throwing his bagpack strap over his shoulder.
San grabbed his spare keys, "I do not know what you're talking about." he smiles to himself, walking right past the taller outside the dorm of the campus.
"Ooh~ let me guess, finally found yourself a new girlfriend?" Yunho cooed.
"Even better."
"What's more better than a new girlfriend?" asked Yunho, completely puzzled about his friend's unusual behaviour. "Are you smoking again?"
San turned his head, dramatically acting like he just got offended by Yunho's words. "No! Why would I?" a little white lie right there.
"Atleast you're not back to your old bad habits." Yunho sounded relieved.
"What does have to do with me being overjoyed-"
"Oh my god look at the time! We're going to be late!" Yunho looked down at his wrist though he wasn't even wearing a watch before dragging San out of the dorm complex to the University for their last day of the third semester before the big event next month.
One thing San liked about Yunho was his unpredictable behaviour. He's the most random person San has ever met in his life.
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Math was his last class for the day.
Tuesdays were always his favorite day of the schoolweek, just because his classes end early than everyone elses.
He walked into class, noticing something from the corner of his eye. He turns his head to the direction near the window, surprised to see Wooyoung staring out of it. The same black headphones from last night covering his ears and his fingers tapping a random beat on the desk.
San had the same math class since he started his senior year but only today he seemed to notice that him and Wooyoung were in the same class. He could have sworn that they didn't have math together beforehand. Matter of fact, he never shared any classes with Wooyoung, so it's really suprising to see him in the same room.
He shakes the thought off and searched for his usual seat. Sitting right down before taking out his literature homework. San started to write the last paragraph of his assignment that he couldn't finish last night because he ended up staying awake for long, thinking about what happened by the playground. Wooyoung's presence in his mind kept him wide awake.
After a while, the professor finally came in and announced a few slight changes. "If you noticed, new students from different classes here today, that's not a coincidence. The class schedules have changed and to get this going, I'll have to rearrange your seats. Same as always, the peers do not sit together for obvious reasons."
From there, he started calling out names and pointing to their new seats for them to sit in during his math class.
"Jung Wooyoung." the professor called out.
San glanced over to Wooyoung who was staring at the professor, standing up with his belongings clutched together.
"Please sit beside San on the right side."
San would be lying if he said his heart didn't start beating out of his cage at that statement. Why was he even nervous? Wooyoung is a nice person, why does he feel weird?
Wooyoung didn't say anything and just walked to the empty seat beside San who tensed in his chair. The other didn't seem too pleased aswell.
After a while, the seating arrangement was done and class finally began.
It took him a few moments before he was finally relaxing in his seat and focusing on the lesson. Wooyoung beside him has not said a single word and so did he. They sat in silence, head turned ahead of them to the white board that were filled with complicated formulas and don't even start on the solving process.
"In this solution, can anyone tell me what -4 is?" the professor asked, eyeing the crowd of students, trying to find a random person to call for them to give the answer to his question.
Half of them were raising their hand, including San.
"Okay, San give it a try."
"-4 is the remainder."
"Excellent, 3 points to you." the older man cheered with a smile, "Now, in the same equation, what is the constant here?"
The other students who had their hands raised earlier were still in the air. But the professor had his eye on somebody else. Someone who looked like he wasn't listening at all because he was too busy looking down on his lap.
"Wooyoung, please tell me the constant in this equation." the professor called.
"The answer is 7." Wooyoung simply responded, not even looking up from his lap to stare at the board. San was impressed.
And so was the professor, "Very good, I'll give you 3 points aswell for that one. Keep it up."
Wooyoung might be the quiet and isolated guy in the campus but he was still an academical achiever after San. He doesn't even know why he was surprised. Wooyoung was naturally smart.
Math class continued to go well for the rest of the hour. Him and Wooyoung still hadn't exchanged words, maybe because they were too focused on the lesson.
Wooyoung was already packing his belongings, a few moments before the professor dismissed the class. He throws his bag over his shoulder and storms out the classroom without looking back at San.
He didn't really think much of it.
San aswell packed all of his belongings before walking to practice. His teammates were probably waiting for him.
