Screw you [WOOSAN FF]

Chapter 1

"Mr. Jung would you be so kind as to tell the class what's the atmosphere's average pressure?"

Wooyoung was vaguely aware that his name was being called, but decided to ignore it, prefering to stare at Mingi who had just dyed his hair.  And damn did he look fine. Chewing the tip of his pencil, Wooyoung smiled widely while imagining what it would be like to hold onto his hair while-
"Mr. Jung!"

Said boy held back a yawn and dramatically let his chin fall into the palm his hand, finally lifting his head towards his teacher's cold stare. "I don't know what the question was but without a doubt my answer is 'I don't know'."

A wave of laughter echoed through the class, quickly dying down when the teacher took a threatening look around the room. Ever since the beginning of the year, Wooyoung had thought his science teacher resembled a weird looking vulture. He wore a small pair of glasses which seemed to scarcely hold onto his great, elongated nose. Plus, his hair was so obviously a wig that it kind of made Wooyoung feel bad.
"However brilliant your answer may be, the right one was 101,3 Pascal" spat the teacher, his gaze trailing away from the troublesome student.

Wooyoung had never been one to worry too much about school or even grades. In fact, he was always the last one to enter class, - and that's when he wasn't late -, and always the first to leave.

Exactly at that time, the school bell rang and a chorus of chairs scraping the floor covered the din of conversations. Wooyoung threw his backpack over his shoulder and rushed out of the class, as students were still gathering their pencils and notebooks. The boy didn't like to bother with changing books every class, and preferred to take his whole bag with him instead. Sometimes, he would strategically place it so his teachers or classmates could trip.  Not that he was a sadist, or something, but pulling pranks was just so damn fun, and distracted him from the astonishingly boring classes. It was a common occurrence that tiny paper planes flew across the room when teachers weren't looking, and when Wooyoung felt particularly disinterested. The thing was that the boy lacked fun in his life, and he felt as if the world was forcefully dragging him towards adult life, ripping him from the lightness of youth. As a kid, he thought that being an adult meant parties, no parents and freedom. He had waited for it eagerly, like it was some sort of big Christmas present. He expected it to be full of fun and laughter but then BOOM taxes, student loans, rent and other forms of money related pain.

The hallways were filled with loud hubbub, as the boy made his way through the crowd of sweaty students, limbs awkwardly brushing with them every once in a while. By the time he had made it to the cafeteria, his stomach was growling and begging for a very meaty bulgogi.

"Small dude, wassup!" Exclaimed a familiar voice, as an arm fell around Wooyoung's shoulders. At the other end of it laughed Seonghwa, one of the young man's closest friends, and also a total pain in the ass.

"Nothing much, just the usual. Although Mingi dyed his hair again and he looks fucking hot. Even hotter than before, might I add."

"Is that even possible, anymore?" Grinned the taller as they both walked over to their usual lunch spot, where most of their friends were already seated, including Mingi.
Seonghwa suddenly slowed down, tightly grabbing Wooyoung's shoulder.
"Oh my god you're right."

"Damn right I am"

"Hey guys!" Cheerfully greeted Hongjoong, accidentally shooting marinated crab at Yeosang who sat in front him.

"Dude!"

Wooyoung chuckled and sat next to San, taking his lunch out of his backpack. Lunch at the sight of which all of his friends flinched.

"Aren't you sick of these disgusting butter sandwiches?" Inquiried Yeosang, loudly munching down on his apple.

"Never!" Assured Wooyoung, biting with emphasis into his bland, white bread wonder. "The cafeteria's meals are way too expensive for what they're worth anyway."

"Let me disagree with you there" started Hongjoong, threateningly pointing his chopsticks towards the younger.

As the conversation went on, Wooyoung couldn't help but to glance over at Mingi and his newly dyed silver hair. His thoughts started wandering towards the taller, like they always did. When had he began to like him, again?  Maybe a year ago. Mingi was in his group of friends since the beginning of college, but they didn't really talk that much, except at parties when they were both extremely drunk. They would joke around and laugh a lot, but obviously never had very deep conversations.
One night though, Wooyoung wasn't in the mood to party, and didn't drink much. He had failed his math final, and just didn't feel like celebrating. Mingi still went to him though, and he was completely and utterly drunk. After a time, Wooyoung needed some air and decided to go take a stroll down the street, proposing for Mingi to come. He had grown to genuinely appreciate his presence. As they silently walked on the moon lit pavement, Mingi suddenly started talking.

"You know, you're a very brilliant person, Wooyoung. I once saw you build a whole, functional catapult with broken pens. I still can't explain myself how you did that." He chuckled, burying his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "But the thing is, whatever you do with your life, in whichever field you decide to work, you're going to do great. Now math wasn't easy this year, and god knows how much you were busy with your job. Failing is far from being uncommon, and you shouldn't let yourself down because of it. According to me, people should never let such insignificant stuff as school or grades change who they are, or break their spirit. We weren't born to live under pressure, and you especially, don't deserve to pressure yourself. Please be happy. "
At that moment, the young man didn't sound drunk at all.

Wooyoung had slightly opened his mouth, gazing at the taller like he was seeing him for the first time. The moon bounced off his unnaturally clear skin, highlighting his vibrant eyes that stared at the ink-black sky.
"Thanks" was the only decent thing the shorter could come up with, too captivated by the other to form a full sentence.

"Hi babe." Adequately enough, it was Mingi's voice who pulled Wooyoung back to reality.

The young boy averted his eyes, as Mingi lifted his head and let his mouth collide on his boyfriend's, in a sweet and short kiss. Yunho sat down next to him, the both of them sharing a tender glance which made Wooyoung want to spit his food out and flip the table. It was the look they always shared when they were in their own world, and it was honestly disgusting. Wooyoung felt San shift next to him, but didn't pay much attention to it, preferring to brood while finishing his gross butter sandwich. Which seemed to have lost the little taste it had.