San quietly grabbed items from his locker, softly shutting the door. He'd almost woken up late that morning, not having time to brew any morning coffee to alleviate his drowsiness.

San breathed deeply, trying to force a sense of awake-ness into himself as he walked down the hallway towards his first morning class.

The sound of a familiar laugh grabbed his attention, San glancing over at the entrance.

A certain pair of boys walked in; probably the ones San wanted to see least at the moment. Wooyoung smiled brightly at some joke Seonghwa had made, the other jokingly nudging his shoulder.

San immediately looked away from them. He wasn't about to be some creepy guy who couldn't get over things.

"Hey, San!" a voice called after a short moment. He felt his heart sink.

"...yes?" he answered, turning around. Wooyoung stood firmly in place, looking San up and down.

"You okay?" Wooyoung asked. San didn't respond, instead focusing on the fact that the other black haired boy seemed to have disappeared.

"Yeah... didn't get enough sleep last night, I guess," San said in a tired, yet joking manner. San felt, although unnoticeable on the outside, extremely wary.

San subconsciously scanned over the boy, taking in today's appearance. He seemed to be in a rather good mood, likely for reasons San didn't want to think about. He wore a cute white turtleneck with black jeans, and a bracelet which San hadn't seen before...

San wanted to hit himself for staring this long.

"Good thing we have an assembly today," Wooyoung commented, San giving him a weird look.

"...What?"

"An assembly? Our first classes are cancelled," Wooyoung restated, San suddenly feeling like an idiot for grabbing his books.

"Ugh, will we have to do cheering and stuff?" San lamented. Wooyoung merely shrugged.

"Dunno. I never go to them," Wooyoung said casually. San must have looked visibly surprised, as Wooyoung laughed before continuing, "I always just skip and go hide in the library."

"Oh... good idea. Sucks to be me then, I guess."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. "That was an invitation. Come with?"

San felt a mixture of concern telling him to say no and excitedness urging him 'yes.'
"Okay?" he chose, glad he had answered it upon seeing the smile that rose on Wooyoung's face.

The bell rung, sending a flurry of students heading towards the gym.

Wooyoung signaled for San to follow him. "Come on," he beckoned, scurrying off towards a far hallway.

Wooyoung practically dragged San across campus.
By the time the two arrived and slipped into the silent, dimly lit school library, San felt as if he had been racing there.

The two plopped down on the couch, San focusing a bit too hard on the exact distance between him and the other boy.

"You should sleep," Wooyoung suggested, seeing a small yawn come from San. "I do that all the time during these."

San thought it over. "A nap would be nice, but... where?"

Wooyoung looked at him like he was crazy, his gaze pointedly shifting between San and the couch they both sat on. San mouthed a small "Oh."

San tried to turn to lay down, before promptly realizing there was an obstacle preventing him from doing so— namely a certain younger boy on his left.

"Um, I can't lie down unless you move..." San said, suddenly feeling a strange tension within him.

Wooyoung gave him a smug smile. "We both know that's not true," he said, as if issuing a challenge. San found a boldness returning to him.

"If you say so..." he said in a mock innocent voice, shifting his position and lying down carefully across the couch.
He laid his head on Wooyoung's lap, glancing up to see the younger boy's expression shift into a pleasantly surprised one.

"Hm, do you actually mind?" San questioned, his drowsiness kicking in as he got comfortable.

"Be my guest," Wooyoung replied, shifting just a little in his seat. San almost felt embarrassed by how comfy he felt, head laying on the boy's thighs, the rest of him curled up on the couch.

San found himself being lulled to sleep by the calming presence of the other, his soft, patterned breathing, and the serenity of the room.

"Hm, night," was the last thing San heard before his consciousness slipped from him, as if Wooyoung's quiet voice signaled it.

Minutes passed. Seconds. The only sound heard was the soft ticking of the clock on the library wall.

After what felt like an eternity had passed, San found himself coming to, a bit grumpy as he felt his awareness returning. Despite the length of the nap, it obviously wasn't enough to erase all the tiredness from 5 lost hours of sleep.

San, although he quickly became aware of his surroundings, decided to keep his eyes closed, in an effort to remain resting and not have to deal with the awake-world just yet.
He was content at the moment, bathing in the silence and warmth.

San, following that thought, felt a light touch brushing his hair away from his face. Had he not been distracted, it likely would have caused him to jump.

San, now curious, continued to be still, as if still sleeping.
A mere few seconds passed after the initial action, as if in anticipation of a response. Obviously, San did nothing.

As if more confident, the feeling of a hand delicately stroking his hair became apparent, evolving into a sort of light caress on the back of his head as the person began to play with his hair a bit less gently.

San felt chills as he comprehended what was happening. Normally he didn't like his friends messing up his hair, and would push them away.

Yet, those thoughts melted away at the feeling of Wooyoung, who the person obviously was, softly running his fingers along part of San's hair. As if it was instinctual, San automatically leaned into Wooyoung's touch.

He felt Wooyoung flinch, as San had showed signs of movement. San decided to mess with him a little bit, putting a small 'asleep' smile on his face.

"Hey..." he muttered, pretending to only be half aware, shifting to his other side, now facing Wooyoung's torso.

San wanted to have fun with this. Still 'unconscious,' he reached forward and tightly wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist, noticing the younger boy tense up at the action.

After a few seconds or so, Wooyoung seemed to relax, and San felt his hand move from San's hair to resting over his back.

Wooyoung began gently tapping out a beat to some song stuck in his head on San's back, no longer seeming to fear the boy waking up. San found himself at peace for once, still not entirely sure why.

The sound of a door's lock jiggling was heard, startling Wooyoung. Wooyoung grabbed San's shoulders, shaking him as to wake him up.

"...huh?" San pretended to just then wake up, voice laced with drowsiness.

"Someone's coming in here," Wooyoung whispered. San sat up, a bit disappointed at the loss of contact yet not showing it.

The two struggled to stand up and collect themselves, practically running to the exit door of the library.

The sound of a door on the opposite side of the space caused both to look in the direction, seeing the shadow of a figure entering.

Both knew they couldn't reach the door without being seen. San grabbed Wooyoung's arm, ducking into a row of shelves off to the side, much to the surprise of the other boy.

"Dammit," San mouthed, Wooyoung peeking around the corner as to locate the other person.

Wooyoung, suddenly panicked, moved away from the edge towards San. He whipped out his phone, opening the notes app and spastically typing out a message on the screen which he promptly turned to show San.

_
FuCkk it's our phySics teacher !!11!1!
Why is she here?!??? Gonna end myself
_

San nearly groaned in frustration as he read the message. Out of all his teachers, she was by far the most adept at noticing misbehavior.

"Hey, I can't see her anymore, did she leave?" Wooyoung whispered to San extra quietly. San shook his head.

"No idea," he whispered back, leaning around Wooyoung to get a view as well.

"Ahem. Boys, may I ask just what you think you're doing here?"

San and Wooyoung both felt their hearts stop as they whipped around to face the stern voice.

"Uh... we..." San struggled to form a thought as he saw his teacher standing there, her blank expression becoming one of anger.
San turned to Wooyoung, as if checking to see if he would explain.

Instead San laid eyes on the most frightened boy he had ever seen in his life. Wooyoung, unthinking, grabbed San's hand, squeezing it hard as he stared at the teacher.

San ignored his own internal screaming. He knew he would be the one to have to take initiative in this situation.

"S...sorry, ma'am. I got to school late because I've been having some migraine problems recently and..." San began acting, trying to lace his words with a fake stressed tone, "I just knew I couldn't handle an assembly, so I came here."

"And him?" she pointed a thumb at Wooyoung.

Wooyoung's face instantly went blank, as if all of his thoughts had stopped working at that moment.

"Ah—" San cut in, "It's my fault, I made him come with me. Just give me the demerit..." San trailed off as the teacher signaled for him to stop talking, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I'll let you off just this once. Take it as a warning," she stated. San swore he saw her glancing down at his hand in Wooyoung's as she spoke. He didn't know exactly what that meant.

"...Thank you," San returned, surprised, the teacher nodding before striding away, shaking her head at her students.

San and Wooyoung shared a look; one that agreed on exiting immediately.

The pair scurried out of the library, almost breaking into a sprint as the reached the hallway, hands still connected despite the adrenaline rush and the fast pace.

Eventually they came to a stop as they got tired, both breathing heavily as they sat down against a wall in the hallway.

Wooyoung's hair was a bit messy now, falling into his face. San almost smirked as he took his hand out of the other's in order to brush Wooyoung's hair behind his ear, the smile Wooyoung giving him in return making the action worth it.

"I just... can't believe we got out of that?" Wooyoung spoke up after a while, San nodding in agreement.

"It's because you're a good student," San jokingly nudged the younger's shoulder.

Wooyoung seemed to be a bit too shaken to laugh, as he thought about his emotions at the time.

"Really! I just... I don't know, I expected her to..." Wooyoung trailed off, unable to find the words he needed.

San, trying to be understanding, simply nodded to show he was listening, letting the other boy take his time to collect his thoughts.

Wooyoung just sighed. "It's okay. I'm just still kinda shaken," he joked.

San agreed. Although, he wasn't too sure if the shaky feeling he had was from the teacher...

San put his thoughts aside.
At least they'd survived.