"Wooyoung stop staring," Yeosang said. Getting the others attention who is glaring at a blondes shoes. Well, socks.

Wooyoung loves San's socks. He wants to wear them and go around the house with them. To just, have them. But he got obsessed with it after a while. He knew that staring at someone's socks, feet, whatever, was not normal. But today again, San came to school with white socks that have a duck on the outer top. Wooyoung couldn't stop staring at the cute small ducks and how he wanted to wear those socks so much.

"I'm not staring," the younger said. Turning around and leave the hall to the direction of the toilet. Yeosang follow the other. Rolling his eyes at the his childness.

"If you want to wear them that much, then go ask him. It's not like he will bite you," Yeosang said. Making the younger shake his head aggressively and splash water on his face.

Though Wooyoung wanted to ask where the socks are from he was too scared. The blonde looked intimidating yet soft and it made him confused. Drying his hands, Wooyoung left the bathroom. Yeosang following close behind.

"Go, for fucks sake I can't stand you obsessing over some socks," Yeosang said with a sigh.  Wrapping his arms around Wooyoungs shoulder as they keep walking, to he entrance. School is over anyway.

"I told you I can't," Wooyoung whisper shouted. Dragging his feet on the squeaky floor. Finally the two left the building.

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"I just love those stupid socks so much why can't I just have it," Wooyoung huffed. Frustrated. He couldn't study due to his mind repeating the same scene and the duckling socks.

"Wooyoung, honey, dinners ready," hid mom call out then. The oreo haired left the textbooks and go down the hall to the kitchen. Already smelling good.

He then sat next to his dad, digging in the food after thanking his mom.

"Woo, slow down," his mom said with a  chuckle. Smiling as his precious son eat the food she made like it was really, really good. The younger hum. He soon finished and stand up to put the dish in the dish washer.

"Thank you for the food, mom. I'm going to study now," Wooyoung said. Quickly leaving his mom and dad alone in the kitchen.

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Wooyoung wear his most, best, socks the next day. White and pink stripes on the top. He glance at San's socks like a habit. Seeing it's plain black, going good with the white sneakers. Wooyoung felt tears prickle his eyes and he turn around before a breakdown come. Why couldn't he just, just forget about it?

İmpossible. San will always be the prettiest, smartes, and stylish. Not Wooyoung. Not the stupid kid who is trying to get the blondes attention just because of the older boy's pretty socks.

He will never be pretty enough.

"You good," Yeosang asked then. Noticing the tears in the oreo haired boys eyes. Wooyoung nod. Quickly leaving the hallway and to the class.

×

San was worried about Wooyoung. Every morning, he keep an eye on the younger to see if anything changed. But no. Wooyoung always looked down and teared up. Today even more. San, in hopes of cheering the orero haired boy, went to Wooyoung's class after school ended.

"Hey, Wooyoung, wanna hang out?" San asked. Waving a little and walk over to the desk the younger is picking his things. Wooyoung look down again.

"Oh, yeah. Sure," he replied. Pulling on his bag and leaving the class.

"Hey, don't go too fast," the older said. Catching up to Wooyoung. The younger nod. Not looking up. San didn't know what came over him but he had the urge to compliment Wooyoung.

"Your socks, they're pretty," San said then. Smiling, his dimples appear.

Wooyoung didn't expect that. He just couldn't comprehend a word at that moment. San kept smiling and, put a hand on the others shoulder.

"Thanks," Wooyoung whispered. Finally finding his voice. He felt so happy yet surprised.

"Oh, yeah. Let's go, shall we?" San says happily. Taking Wooyoung's hand and almost running out the school.

Today is a good day for Wooyoung.

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