𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 \\ 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧

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STRAWBERRY

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Wooyoung sighed as he leaned against his locker, the florescent glow of his phone screen glaring into his brown eyes. He felt a smile creep onto his face as his finger traced over the numbers centered on his cat themed wallpaper:

3:45 

The school day was over, and the teen was very happy about that. He didn't like being there, surrounded by bullies and teachers that were no kinder to the boy. That made his days at high school miserable, his mind filled with dreams of going home every minute he was at the dreaded place

It most certainly did not help that Wooyoung had no friends. Heck, he barely had even the slightest of acquaintances even after being a student at the school for over two years. He was a loner that no one wanted to be around, and maybe a part of him liked it that way. No one can hurt you if you stay away from everyone. That was the kind of mantra the boy liked to hold onto, fooling himself into being okay. 

Wooyoung blinked a few times, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head. Putting his phone away, the lavender haired boy turned around and began fiddling with his lock. Twisting in the combination, Wooyoung heard a click. His slender fingers wrapped around the edge of the old rusty metal, swinging the door open casually. He couldn't help but cringe at the feeling as he moved his hand away. The door was eroded, falling apart to the point where it didn't even close properly 

[a problem of which the teen had gone to guidance many times to asked to get fixed, but it never did. Not that Wooyoung held many things of value in that stupid metal box, he could honestly care less if the schools property got stolen]

With a slight roll of his eyes teen did what he did every other day, switching out his textbooks for the ones he needed for tomorrow's schedule. If he didn't do this, he would break his back from the weight of his book bag. Or, at least this is what Wooyoung thought. However, he did have a tendency to be quite dramatic. A trait of his which no one knew; quite opposing to his quiet exterior

Once he was finished, he zipped up his backpack. With a huff, he slung the bag 'round his right shoulder, holding onto a dangling strap with his left hand. Wooyoung didn't know why he always did this, but it was one of the many routines he enjoyed

It was one of those things that just felt strange if he didn't do it, 

you know?

A cool breath left his lips as he shut his locker door. As shut as he could get it at least. Grabbing the lock back from out of his pocket, he put it around the metal ring and clicked it shut. Wooyoung turned around once more, going to walk to the end of the hall to leave the building. He swung his free arm as he walked with great speed, not wanting to waste any potential seconds he could spend away from this hell hole before coming back the next day

Still, as per usual, it seemed he hadn't gone fast enough

The lavender haired boy sighed as he felt his wrist being yanked back, his shoulder blades banging into the wall behind him. Wooyoung let out a grunt, the harsh contact with his back forcing the air out of his lungs. Although winded, knew where this was going, and his brain didn't like it one bit. Shaking, he looked up to see Suho pinning him, a tight grip on his shoulders

They were his bullies, no surprise for someone who is the local outcast. They always came after school to torment the poor boy. It was like clockwork. Yet, the teen didn't try and stop it anymore. In the beginning he had tried to look for ways to get help; maybe a teacher he could talk to. But now it was a part of his mess of a life, so to him there was no point in putting a stop to it. Plus, it was type of pain he deserved, right? Maybe not, but for a person who hates themselves as much as Wooyoung did it was an added bonus