Stains Of The Past (Ateez, Woosan)

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In the morning there was nothing but silence in San's house, no bottles being smashed against the walls, no new holes in the walls, nothing. San was in his room getting ready for school, He grabbed a pocket knife for upcoming events that were going to happen later in the day.

Once San grabbed the pocket knife, he smirked at the feeling of having an object that could take another living thing life away, he could already imagine hearing the begs for him not to hurt them. San walked out of his house with a devilish smirk and plan.

On the other hand, at Woo's house, he was grabbing a notebook and pencil, he knew it would be dangerous to start writing again, but he felt human or at least not so scared of everything when he writes. He didn't take anything else because this would be the first day back since he jumped.

Woo had a feeling that he would be picked on for even worse now, he really didn't want to deal with the bullying anymore or anyone in a matter of fact, so he just grabbed his phone and some pair of headphones so he could drown the noise of people's voices out, mostly their rude comments or insults.

Woo quickly got out of the dreadful place where he called "home" to another place just like it or sometimes even worse. Woo looked up across where San used to live that the old married couple was sitting out on the small porch, enjoying their happy lives together. Woo smiled pathetically at himself knowing no one would ever love him enough or even at all to be like the happy old couple.

Once Woo got to school, the stairs were already happening, all the students knew what Woo tried, some were shocked, some were happy, and the teachers were scared. He quickly put his headphones in and walked inside the place he calls school.

Woo made it to his locker, surprisingly nobody was there, which made him sigh in relief. Maybe today was the day that he wouldn't get picked on that much, but Woo didn't know what would happen in a little bit that would leave him with pure fear.

San was watching Woo from afar smirking at the sight of Woo thinking he was safe, He held on the pocket knife tightly that was in his jeans pocket, today was the day he lost his sanity for this world, the day he would finally put Woo in his place in this school and the world. San mentally laughed when we saw Woo walking away to his class, San followed him from behind watching his every move. A predator watching its prey getting ready to pounce and attack.

San just sat there waiting for the right moment to pounce on the small, defenseless Woo, watching his every move, lurking behind every corner or every locker. He might have looked like a psychopath watching his next victim, well he kinda was but he wasn't planning on killing Woo. physically at least he didn't care that if Woo was emotionally dead, or any type of way of being dead.

At the right moment, San ran up grabbed Woo from behind covering his mouth to muffle the screams Woo was making. Woo could hear his heartbeat in his ears. San dragged them into a closet. Woo's eyes widen when he saw the sick smirk on San's face "Shhhh, it's okay Woo, don't let your tears start flowing yet, the fun has only just started" San said pulling out the pocket knife scraping the knife across his delicate pale but tortured skin.

Woo sat there frozen in fear, seeing the sharp reflecting knife across his skin sending goosebumps down his spine "S-san please don't hurt me.. I'll do anything" Woo whispered as he looked in San's cold empty eyes trying to find something in them, but sadly there was nothing in the sad empty eyes, nothing Woo could find.

San watched as Woo looked in eyes, he felt a weird sensation in his stomach, he quickly moved that feeling aside and pressed the knife into Woo's cheek "Shut up, I don't care, I'll do what I want and you'll do as I say got it" San growled in Woo's ear, causing Woo's breathe to hitch while he nodded submissively "You'll not tell anyone about me forcing you to finally make you jump even though you fucked that up as well, and if you do tell anyone I'll kill you. Got it you worthless fag" the words stabbed into Woo's heart.

"Y-yes sir, I understand.. But c-can I say something real quick?" Woo asked softly hoping that San would reason with him. "Tch, fine, make it quick fag," San said sliding his tongue to the side of the of his mouth "I know you might get mad but happy early birthday.. Please don't get mad" Woo said covering his face with his hands expecting to be punched or kicked but nothing came at him.

When San heard those words come out of Woo's mouth everything went blank and froze. It's been years since anybody said happy birthday to him even if it was a few weeks early. That feeling came back in San's stomach, it felt like something was flying around his stomach and his heart rhythm quickened, he couldn't explain this feeling nor does he like it, he quickly cleared his throat "Whatever, I don't need to hear that shit from you or anyone, now get out of my sight before I stab you" San said letting go of Woo's shirt, watching Woo quickly rushed out of the closet.

Woo rushed to his next class, he felt accomplished forgetting to say happy birthday so San. Woo wanted to say happy birthday on his actual birthday but San has never liked his birthday because no one would show up when he was a child. Woo would come but always an hour late because of the beatings took a while, San and Woo would always play games and watch movies, having fun as little kids do.

But since San moved Woo couldn't send the little stories he made over the years, Woo probably knew that San would throw them away but he would make stories or poems for him, San would always love to read the poems and stories. San would always thank Woo for the nice gift, even if it was paper he would always change up the gift each year, one year it would be part of a novel he wrote then the next would be a poem.

But the young boy would love each one, he still does but he never admits it, or never let Woo know at least that he likes... no love his work of art.

Woo finally got through his first class and all the stares and whispers from everyone. He sat there did his work then went to his notebook and started to write something. That's when the bell rang for the next class he absolutely hated gym class.

Woo might be built well but he was not strong at all, it was genetics from the person he calls "dad" but he had no physical strength what's so ever. He always gets picked last for everything, always out first, and everyone hates him on their team.

Once Woo walked in the gymnasium he saw somebody that he never had in any of his classes, It was San, he was standing there with the group of boys from weeks ago. San looked dead straight at Woo he smirked his devilish smirk. Woo knew that something was going to happen.

San watch has he saw Woo stiffen up then sighed to himself, he smiled a wicked smile, he loved seeing Woo know that there's no escape against him, but he wasn't planning anything for that class, he wanted to mess with Woo's mind making him think he'll do something.

San walked over to Woo watching his eyes widen. "Hey there Woo, make sure to watch yourself in class today, we're going to have a fun game of dodgeball," San said patting his shoulder pretty roughly before walking back over to his friends.

Woo just sat there holding his shoulder, scared of the upcoming game of dodgeball, the one game he is okay at. All he could do was dodge he can't throw or catch the ball; he thought he had some chance but San is known for his fast and painful throwing in dodgeball, So who knows what could happen in the game. 

As the teacher was setting up the game, everyone was trying to make sure that Woo wasn't on their team especially San, he wanted to make sure he was a team captain so he told the teacher he wanted to be captain, and his wishes were granted.

Woo sat there and waited to be picked last, as the names were being called Woo sat there waiting to the last person was called on San's team, and Woo got up and walked over to the other team stepping aside letting the team do their thing while he does his own thing, getting ready to get hurt again by San.