black cat | woosan ✔

30

Morning came slowly, sunlight creeping through the curtains of Wooyoung's apartment. San stirred first, opening his eyes groggily. Wooyoung was still cuddled up against him, his hair a mess and his face smushed into San's shoulder.

San lay still for a moment, blinking away the sleep, oddly content despite the ridiculous events of the night before. But then reality hit: it was time to get their lazy selves to campus.

"Wooyoung," San murmured, nudging the other boy gently.

Wooyoung whined in protest, burying his face deeper into San's side. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

San rolled his eyes fondly. "We've got class, dumbshit. Get up."

Wooyoung groaned dramatically, but after a bit more poking and prodding, he finally dragged himself out of bed, sitting up with hair sticking out in every direction.

The apartment was soon alive with the sounds of two people trying to get ready—rummaging through drawers, doors slamming, and occasional bickering.

"Where's my other sock?" Wooyoung called from his room.

"Not my problem," San shouted back as he pulled on a sweatshirt over his usual jeans.

Five minutes later, Wooyoung stormed out of his room, still missing one sock. "You hid it, didn't you?"

San looked at him, expression flat. "Yeah, because I have nothing better to do than sabotage your socks."

Wooyoung glared but let it drop, too sleepy to argue. He pulled on mismatched socks with a shrug, muttering, "Whatever, I still look better than you."

San laughed as they finally managed to gather their things and head out the door.

The morning sun felt too bright as Wooyoung and San trudged through campus, both still sluggish from their restless night. They blended into the rush of students, slinging their bags over their shoulders and trying to wake up fully.

But as they neared their chemistry classroom, both of them spotted Yunho and Mingi standing near the entrance, casually chatting with a few other students.

San stiffened first, and Wooyoung could feel the tension radiating off him. Neither of them said anything, but the unspoken awkwardness between the four lingered in the air.

Before Wooyoung or San could duck into the classroom, their chemistry professor—a stern man with a furrowed brow and a voice as rough as gravel—appeared out of nowhere, blocking their way.

"I see you two are back." He said, eyeing them both head to toe. "Will you two finally behave?" he asked curtly, his dark eyes narrowing beneath thick glasses.

San and Wooyoung exchanged quick glances before nodding like chastised children.

The professor's stare lingered a second too long, his voice low and husky as he added, "This is your final warning. Do not test me."

It wasn't so much a threat as it was...unsettling.

"Yes, sir," they mumbled in unison, practically shrinking under his gaze.

With one last disapproving glance, the professor stepped aside, allowing them to enter. Wooyoung and San slipped into the room, shoulders brushing briefly before they went to their usual seats. Wooyoung slid into his usual seat at the far end of the classroom, tossing his bag onto the desk with a thud. Across the room, San took his spot with that same lazy grace that somehow made everything he did look effortless.

The chatter around them filled the air—students catching up on weekend plans, gossip spreading like wildfire—but Wooyoung tuned it all out. His focus was sharper than usual, pinned somewhere across the room on San.