𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 \\ 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧

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LEMON

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Wooyoung's eyes fluttered open, his mind hazy. The teen couldn't help but squint as a bright light shown directly over head. He mentally cursed at whoever designed the room, thinking they must have been trying to blind anyone who entered the seemingly small place

I mean, 

Why else would you hang the literal sun on the ceiling? 

Maybe the glare also had  do with the fact that he felt like absolute shit, but Wooyoung was quite intent on not blaming himself for once.

"Damn you electrician..."

After a few seconds of complaining, his eyes readjusted, being able to take in his surroundings. Wooyoung was frantic, his brown eyes darted across the room in confusion. As he scanned the room however he started to feel more relieved

He'd been here before 

Many times actually

If, that is, it was the place he was thinking of; and it was. Wooyoung was sure of it. Heck he didn't even need his eyes. He swore he could recognize where he was from the smell alone. What he saw only confirmed his thoughts

those grey walls, 

that cat poster- 

This was the nurses office. No doubt about it.  It was probably the area of the school he knew best, although the teen felt shameful to admit that

Wooyoung stayed laying down, chest puffing out as he took a deep breath. He knew where he was. That was one thing figured out. Still, he couldn't feel any ounce of relief until he answered the one question his frazzled brain was hyper fixated on

"How on earth did I get here?"

"Nurse! His eyes are open! I think he's awake now!"

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow in confusion as a sound flooded his sensitive ears. He was still a little out of it, but something about that voice sounded so familiar. He had heard it before, the picture of the person whom it belonged to so vivid in his head; and yet every time his fingers went to grasp it, the face faded away like pixie dust

Curse you memory

Wanting to see who had brought him there, the teen sat up, his face contorting as he did so. Wooyoung couldn't help but let a slight yelp exit his mouth, the searing pain from the back of his head almost too much to handle. The purple haired male leaned against the back of the couch, head rested ever so gently against the wall behind him

As the world finally stopped spinning, the teen focused on an ever so familiar figure standing, his fingers tracing over the letters of one of the many posters that adorned the small rooms walls. Pausing, Wooyoung's eyes grew large as they passed over a memorable pair of boots

"S-San?"

Upon saying his name, the taller boys head whipped around. The younger felt a sense of deja vu  as he watched him smile for a moment. San's look of happiness though soon changed into concern as he saw the boy awake. Wooyoung braced for impact as San began running towards him,  his arm being grabbed gently

"Wooyoung! What are you doing sitting up? You're hurt!"

Wooyoung scoffed, removing his arm from the others grip. San pouted, the shorter rolling his eyes at the sudden action. This new guy sure was weird. They barely knew each other, and he was acting like they'd been best friends for years.