a.k.a // Jung Wooyoung was Hopelessly Falling Hard but also Denying Hard😑
Wooyoung watched their year level representative, classily making his way to the podium. His soft blonde hair gently swaying from the morning breeze, accompanied by his soft brownish eyes twinkling like jewels contrasting its sharp slant shape. Adorned by his not so transparent freckels and beauty mark in his left eye. And that cute pointy nose and that pouty lips, real gorgeous.
Not that he was complaining. But the sight always rendered him speechless.
"His a real eye candy, right?. His name is Choi San, same year as us. A little bit smarter than your badboy ass", Yeosang chided while sneaking glances to the now speaking San.
"I know, okay. But I d-don't really care", he snickered, averting his gaze from Yeosang, who just playfully rolled his eyes then continue talking to his other friend, Jongho, who just watched Wooyoung with teasing eyes.
After exchanging useless banters from his friends. He turned back his attention again to the currently speaking San, just drinking his beautiful features. Like how he slowly lick his lips when he's feeling a tad bit shy and how he exude that dimpled smile of his when he finished his morning announcements. But against all that, he stood confident and with his chest high, he stood straightly.
But that's what Wooyoung thought, he followed the slowly trudging boy, then he saw how he fasten his pace and run until he reached the backstage, gasping for breath. Then he heared him slowly talk to himself, "That was so nerve-wracking Choi San, but you did it. Good job", he saw him talk to himself while gently patting his chest. And Wooyoung can't help, but to whisper "cute", while hesitating, if he should approach the pretty male or not.
But the decision is not up to him. As he feel that he was somehow pushed by some fuckers, and when he turn his back to look, he saw his damn friends (Mingi , Yeosang and Jonghoe) mockingly winking at him while giving him a thumbs up. And before he can retort a string of curses to his now running way friends. Someone gently patted his shoulder.
"Hey, are you alright? Wooyoung-ssi?", said the familiar voice he was yearning for.
Then, he fucking saw, Choi San, up closed, currently exuding his dimpled-smile while extending his arm to help him up.
And before he can properly arrange his thoughts. He's damn stimulus kicks in.
"Fuck, I'm okay. I don't need your help", he hastily blurted out while smacking the outstretched hand. Then he saw the latters pained expression while slightly clutching his hand.
"Well, that was rude. But here, take this", San said calmly while handing him a bottled water. And before he can even reply, he saw San slowly exiting the scene, still tightly clutching his hand while slightly pouting.
And Wooyoung was really sure, he saw a small bruise in San's hand. And can't help but feel really guilty.
"Did you just ruined your chance", he heard his conscience taunted him.
"What fucking chance are you talking about?", he unconciously blurted out, then he saw some passerby's eyeing him like his some sort of crazy person.
"What are you looking at? Fuck off", he screamed, tightly clutching the bottled water while hastily trudging away from the embarassing scene.
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