It was just them. The house was empty besides the two men. San watched Wooyoung tap away at his phone, taking photos and texting various people while giggling, biting his lip ever so often. He acted as if San wasn't even there and he wouldn't have it. The man got up and snatched the device right out of his hands, eliciting a whine from the younger. "Hey!"

"Who's Yeonjun? A friend of yours? Not very attractive..." San remarked while scrolling through his Instagram page. Wooyoung jumped up in an attempt to get his phone back, but San easily held it out of his reach since he was taller than him. "Oh damn, you're sexting people now? That desperate to have a dick in you?"

"That's not it! Give me my phone back!"

"Only if you can reach it, cutie."

Wooyoung's face fumed with an embarrassing shade of red. He tried reaching for his phone yet again, groaning when he couldn't get it. Finally, he pushed San back and San, being so caught off guard, grabbed Wooyoung's waist for support. They fell back onto the couch, their faces just inches apart. Wooyoung gulped as he stared down at the man below him. San wasn't sure where to look. Wooyoung's eyes were drawing him closer but if he were to so much as glance at his body, he'd want to do so much more to it.

"Wooyoung..." He was interrupted by a harsh smack across the cheek. Wooyoung snatched his phone back and stormed off, not even sparking San a second glance. Yet he was pulled back before he could get too far. "Wooyoung," he said once again.

"What do you want? I've got to meet someone and you're wasting my time."

That comment made San narrow his eyes. "Meeting someone? Who? Where?" His grip on the younger seemed to tighten with every word that spilt from his mouth. Wooyoung struggled to pull himself away, desperately yanking his arm to release himself to no avail. "Wooyoung," His tone was much more serious, almost threatening in its delivery. "I said, who are you meeting with?"

"It's none of your business!" Wooyoung finally shouted. San was taken aback when the lilac-haired so forcefully pulled his limb away, finally creating a bit of distance between them. "It's none of your goddamn business Choi San." The harsh way he spat his name would send shivers down anyone's spine.

Wooyoung was never one to back down. Even when faced with San's shock he pressed forward. "What I do doesn't concern you anymore. You lost the right to the details of my life when you cheated on me with my best friend."

"Woo-"

"SHUT IT!" His face was red, building with more anger by the second. It was only after yelling those two words did he realise how loud he was being and let out a huff to attempt to calm down. "Shouldn't you be fucking Yeosang or something? Leave me alone."

Wooyoung whipped around to stalk back to his room, this time, he wasn't stopped. It took a moment for San to collect himself but when he did, he sighed.

I can't believe you used to be mine.

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San released a huff as he rolled his shoulders back. Ballet was always more stressful than it needed to be. It was something his mother really wanted him to do for some reason but he didn't mind. He enjoyed it and he had been doing it for years at that point, no reason to stop now. As he did his stretches, a friend of his tapped his shoulder. "Hey, isn't that the guy you like?" San's eyes went wide and he quickly turned to the door. He could feel his face go warm at who he saw.

Jung Wooyoung

He was only a grade below San yet the only time he would ever see him was in passing, as his beautiful figure strutted down the hall catching the eyes of everyone in sight. Including San. How could one not stop and stare when he did the simplest yet most charming actions?

As head cheerleader, he had everyone at his feet. His cheeky winks, the way he pushed back his ashy blonde hair knowing full well what it did to people, and his smile was one that shined like diamonds. He had to be handcrafted by Aphrodite herself to look as stunning as he did.

San watched with great curiosity as Wooyoung entered the room, huffing and puffing while his lean friend dragged him in. It was clear he had no intention of focusing on their practice but so help him, San would get those glorious hazel eyes to look at him if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"All right everyone! Let's get started!" San smiled to himself hearing his dance instructor's words. This was his time to shine. The dance revolved around a person fighting possession, as hunters fought and surrounded them. San just so happened to be at the centre of it.

He moved to the middle of the stage and positioned himself just as the lights dimmed. "Now remember everyone, this is just a rehearsal." It was never just a rehearsal. Not for San. He put his all into every performance he did, no matter what it was. The second the spotlight was on him, his face shifted. He was no longer Choi San. He was the character he played. And he played that role to the fullest every time. His movements were sharp and aggressive. Kicking his legs as high as he could and spinning as the other performers circled around him.

He could feel it. He could feel Wooyoung's eyes on him. San didn't even have to look to know his every movement was being watched. Every kick, slash, facial expression - it was all being monitored by his precious eyes. That was the only thing San hoped to gain from this. His attention.

"Good job everyone! And San, try your best not to break yourself before our performance, alright?" The other all chuckled at the teacher's comment and as San giggled he glanced towards the audience. His eyes were still on him and when they met, his gaze was averted. San couldn't help but grin to himself. Victory was a sweet feeling but it was one he couldn't claim until he made sure Jung Wooyoung was his.

So the moment he had changed, San grabbed his duffle bag and sprinted out of the auditorium, not wasting the time to so much as bid the others farewell. Desperately, he searched for the duo that had so graciously intruded on his practice, looking like some sort of mad man on a mission. Yet they were nowhere in sight. The teen stomped his foot, devastated that he had lost him so quickly.

"What did you think?"

Unless...

"It was alright, I guess? Honestly, ballet isn't really my thing so I didn't find it that interesting." Despite what he said about one of his favourite sports, San would grin at the mere sound of Wooyoung's voice. He hid behind one of the cars in the parking lot while listening further to their conversation.

"Don't lie. I saw you checking out the main dancer throughout the entire performance," Now that certainly made San's smile grow. "I brought you here so you could help me decide whether or not it was worth taking Jongho to see. Not so you could drool over some ballet boy!"

He then heard Wooyoung scoff. "And what about it? He was cute, sue me. I kinda hope he goes to our school, then maybe I can see him again and get his number. Now come on, I've got stuff I need gotta do and you have a car to drive." If his friend said anything else, San didn't catch it as he only heard a light grumble followed by the vehicle's doors opening.

San watched their car drive off, his hand on his chest to soothe his beating heart. Wooyoung may not know him but he was interested and that was just enough. He didn't notice San before but he was going to make sure he did this time.

It didn't take much to find out where Wooyoung would be in school. All San had to do was question a few of his many admirers and he was pointed in the right direction. Fifth period, second to last class of the day, he would be leaving his Biology lesson any minute now. San waited patiently for the bell to ring. Just when it blared through the halls, the door burst open, revealing students storming out in hoards. San noticed a familiar and glowing shade of blonde exit the room, chatting with a fellow student. It was time for him to make his move.

The brunette brought his phone out, his eyes focussed on the screen as he walked forward, while keeping right on track. His body collided with another soon after, earning a loud yelp from the other student. "What the hell!" They shouted.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..." Mumbled San, keeping his gaze averted.

"Oh...Hey, it's alright. It was my fault, don't worry." He said in an attempt to make San feel at least a little bit better. "I'm Wooyoung."

The older student fought the grin forming on his face. I know. "Choi San..." Finally, he glanced up and it was like staring at the Sun. The most beautiful star in the sea of space they called their school, shining brightly through San's soul. The way Wooyoung smiled at him was enough to make him explode.

"San, huh? With a body like that, I can imagine you do quite a bit of dancing, right?" San gulped and nodded. Did Wooyoung just compliment his body? The way he scanned the older student was like he was being stared down by a predator. A beautiful, otherworldly predator. "I figured. I bet a figure this nice can pull all sorts of tricks," He leaned in, a smirk on his face as he whispered. "I would love to see it in action."

"I could say the same for you," San muttered right back. "I've heard a lot about you, Wooyoung."

"Right back at you Choi. You're not too bad. Got a few admirers from what I've seen. You should get to know them," It was as if San's heart had gotten stuck in his throat. Even as the blonde moved away, he remained frozen. Yet he felt himself regaining life once Wooyoung threw him one of his infamous smirks.

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He hadn't let himself breathe between each knock. Each time he got the same reply - silence. He wanted to say something, at least apologise for what he did earlier, yet the door refused to open. San finally just sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat. It was a waste of time anyway. If Wooyoung didn't want to talk to him, why should he even try?

"Wooyoung, open up. It's me." San called, knocking yet again.

"That's the problem, isn't it?" The door finally swung open, startling San back. Yet Wooyoung was hardly in the mood for apologising based on the deep scowl on his face. "It's always you. What do you want? A hug? A kiss? An apology?" He scoffed at such a notion, his last word carrying more venom than a snake. "Because you're not getting either Mr Choi."

"Wooyoung..."

"No. That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to be Mr Choi San. Owner of everything his eyes could see. My team, our school, my best friend, me! You wanted to impress everyone so badly but you never stopped and thought about the rest of us! You never thought about me! So you're not getting a hug. You're not getting a kiss, and you're sure as hell not getting an apology. Have fun sucking off Yeosang. I'm sure he can offer you something I can't. Since I was clearly never good enough for you."

San was speechless. His mouth was glued shut, pressed in a thin line of uncertainty. Yet when he finally found some semblance of his vocabulary, he was cut off by Wooyoung's phone. "Yeah? Alright, I'm leaving now. See you in a bit, Jongho." That name had San seething and Wooyoung knew it. He smirked tilting towards San and made sure to annunciate his next line perfectly. "Oh and Jongie, I love you." Before he got a reply, the lilac haired male made sure to hang up his phone.

Just like that, Wooyoung pushed past the fuming older student to grab his bag, which was resting on the couch. "Have a good day, Mr Choi."

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The day had faded from one of San's best, to his most irritating the moment he stepped into his home. The second he handed his school bag and jacket off to the maid, his mother greeted him with one of her scheming smiles. It wasn't one of ill intent, of course, but he never liked the little plans she came up with. Especially this one.

"Mother-"

"You'll love him! I promise! He even goes to your school!" See, San's mother had a thing about her son finding his soulmate. Every week, she would bring him a new boy she claimed would be the one for him. Yet they never made it past the first meeting. Not when San had his eyes on someone else. Regardless, he never discouraged her and simply allowed her to waste these suitor's time, only for San to turn them all away in the end.

"Mother, how is this one going to be any different from the rest? To be frank, I don't think there's a single boy in Korea who could spark my interest..."

"Oh? Do I not spark the slightest bit of interest in you, San?"

That voice. The one that could only belong to an angel. "Wooyoung?"

Mrs Choi cheered when she saw that the two had already been acquainted, and didn't hesitate to push her son towards the smirking blonde. "How lovely! I'll leave you two be! There are drinks over there and some crackers for you to munch on!" With one cheeky wink towards her shaken son, Mrs Choi left the two teenagers to their own devices.

Wooyoung was the first to shrug and place himself on one of the plush seats of the living room and poured two glasses of juice. "A beautiful house you've got," He said casually, sipping his drink. "And your mother's very friendly."

For a moment, San couldn't help but be a little taken aback by Wooyoung's nonchalant attitude. Surely, he had to be at least a tad bit weirded out by this entire situation? Based on how he so easily sat there, swirling his drink in his cup - apparently not. In the end, San just chuckled. "Thank you. I suppose your parents do the same for you?"

"If by that you mean remove me from the comfort of my home to find a future husband or wife, then yes." He handed San his drink just as the older sat down. "For some odd reason, my dad really wants me to find my soulmate. Whatever that is..."

"My mother does the same. You've got to be the sixth person this month. It's tiring honestly."

Then Wooyoung laughed. "Agreed. Although...I wouldn't mind getting to know you. You're pretty interesting San." The tone of his voice lowered as he spoke that final word, almost sultry in its delivery.

Before, San would've blushed and turned away, but now, with Wooyoung sitting in his home, his personal space; the teen was hit with a sudden spark of confidence.

"Say my name like that again and you'll be getting to know a lot more of me."

Perhaps today wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Such a memory was all that kept San occupied that evening. He found himself scrolling through Instagram to distract himself but it did him little good. Paging past happy couples kissing and cuddling with one another made him sick to his stomach. Yet it also made him curious.

Cautiously, he tapped the search bar. Without much thought, he was able to recall Wooyoung's username and quickly typed it in. He let out a breath of relief when he saw that he wasn't blocked, but the newest post quickly caught his attention.

The photo was from last year. He could tell based on Wooyoung's hair colour. He was always dying it, and for a brief period, decided to go back to brown. I bet Jongho wouldn't even know habits like that... San seethed. Was he doing this to tease him? Did he know San was scrolling through his page? It was probably just a coincidence. Unless...

All these thoughts were going to drive him insane! San scrolled further, ignoring any of the ones featuring other people and focussing just on Wooyoung.

"You really are..." and without a second thought, his thumb went to the heart button. It took San a couple of seconds to really register what he had just done. Blinking, he gasped and quickly took back his like, hand smacking his forehead.

He had to have seen it already. San could already visualise the smirk on that beautiful face of his and cursed his own stupidity. About a minute or so later, his phone dinged. It was an Instagram notification saying he had a message. From Wooyoung.

You're not slick Sannie. Why not give a follow? You'll be able to see this every day ❤

San couldn't believe what he was seeing. Yet his pure bewilderment managed to topple over when he travelled back to Wooyoung's page.

He had been blocked.

"Jung Wooyoung, you little shit!"