𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 \\ 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧

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CHERRY

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Wooyoung sat on the bus heading to school. He stared out the back window as he always did, humming as run by BTS played in the background. God, he forgot how much he had loved the song. It had been a long time, too long in his estimation, since he had heard it on the shuffle of his downloaded music

On second thought, pretty much any of the songs on his device would make him feel the same way. Wooyoung was constantly wearing his headphones, or whenever he could get away with it at least [which some teachers- although he was studious - did not appreciate] 

Music just had a special way of calming the boy down; always had, and he thought it most likely always would. Wooyoung was cursed to be an overthinker, thoughts in his head filling up his every waking moment. He wished sometimes his head would just shut up, but it never did

So, in desperation, young Wooyoung turned to music, and more specifically dancing, for comfort. However, dance was passion of which the teen had partaking in a lot less ever since the bullying got really bad. Dancing really wasn't helping his case with Suho and the others, it only putting an even larger target on the poor boys back. That lead him, with great sadness, to quit dancing around two years prior

[or at least hide the fact that he still did it]

That left present day Wooyoung with only one route left; headphones. Even if he couldn't dance, he could use blaring music to try and drown out the thoughts. It wouldn't make them go away, 

it seemed nothing could do that,

but it made the arguments he had with himself in his head a hell of a lot more enjoyable. The boy sighed, resting his elbow against the side of his seat

Luckily after yesterday's incident he had managed to get home before his parents got back from work. This way he had been able to scurry to his room, hiding there all night [only yelling a quick "not hungry" to his mother when asked about dinner]. Wooyoung really didn't want to lie to his parents, but he absolutely could not risk having to explain another set of bruises to his mum and dad. I mean, he was running out of excuses

He had lied to them countless times, so many even Wooyoung himself had begun to lose count. He said he had fallen, slipped, tripped, got hit with a ball in gym, more and more untruths about him being clumsy. He knew it was an awful thing to do, it made his stomach churn with guilt just thinking about it; but what other option did he have? Alas, his parents seemed to buy it,

 for now at least

That was good for Wooyoung; or at least he thought so. The last thing he'd want is for his mum and dad to get involved. That would only make the teasing increase ten fold, a life of which the poor boy doesn't know if he could handle. He was already getting so called "lessons" [a nickname Kai had given his ring leader for their encounters] multiple times a week. He shuddered at the thought of them ganging up on him on weekends too

"Oh god-"

Wooyoung cringed internally,

"-not my Saturday's!"

Wooyoung huffed quietly as he tried to focus in on the music once more, giving his hair a quick ruffle. For the time being the teen wouldn't have to worry about that scenario. In this moment the lavender haired male could only smile, the pleasant songs successful in distracting him when he was able to regain focus on their rhythm. Plus, his lollipop breakfast was certainly cheering him up. It was cherry flavoured today. Not his favourite, but he liked it nonetheless.