San gulped, sweeping the hair out of his eyes before looking back up at soora slowly. "your brother?" he spoke.

"my brother." she repeated

san scoffed.

"you think i'm fucking stupid san? i see it. but I didn't want to think about it, how could my own brother mess around with my boyfriend?" she laughed, looking utterly out of her mind.

"soora, that never happened"

"oh really? prove it."

she stood silently for a moment, hurt present in her face.

"was i too slow?" soora said, gaze fixated on the ground. San still cared for her, of course he did, that's why he couldn't look at her, he felt guilty.

"no...."

"san i like you, but wooyoung?
really? him?"

"i didn't..."

"then what exactly is happening?!?" she spoke loudly.

San heard footsteps from down the hall, teachers probably realizing that there was an altercation.

"soora, let's talk about this later. nothing is going on between me and wooyoung.....i don't.....i don't see him that way" san spoke, trying his best to calm the girl.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, nodding slowly. "fine.....let's talk on the drive home" she whispered.

"but-"

"no buts san, on the ride home."

he nodded silently.

.

Wooyoung inhaled hard, and exhaled even harder. "i can't.....i cant" he breathed, tears running down his face. He held his chest, sinking deeper into the bathroom floor.

He held onto the stall door, trying his best to get a grip. Wooyoung curled into a ball, crying out as memories flashed in his mind—"i can't"

He saw his abuser, laughing with his friends, eating lunch like it was just another day. He even turned to look at wooyoung, giving him a grin.

Wooyoung closed his eyes tightly, "fuck you" he spat at the image forming in his mind. "fuck you fuck you fuck you." he cried, hitting his head repeatedly.

The images began to get clearer, the hard grip that he had on his thighs—pinning him to the wall.

He gasped for air, but none seemed to come to his lungs. He tried and he tried, but he couldn't breathe, nothing was helping—only the smiles and grunts of his abuser flashing in his head.

Suddenly, it felt like he was floating—his head was spinning. Black dots clouded his vision, he inhaled sharply, scared of the darkness that was to come.

Black.

Black was all he saw as he finally exhaled, his head falling back onto the stall door.

.

San couldn't take being in class anymore, he raised his hand—excusing himself to the restroom.

He enjoyed the silent hallways while he could, walking slowly, hands in his pockets. He was surprised he hadn't caught any students sneaking out yet, it was completely silent.

Finally he made it to the bathroom. He didn't really need to use it—the alone time is what he desired, just to think about everything and the weird situation he was in.

He ran his hand under the cold water, sighing in relief—he was finally refreshed.

He turned around to leave, but stopped midway—his eyes spotting something. A shoe, that's what it looked like, as if a person was laying down in there. He walked slowly towards the stall, knocking three times.

"are you okay in there?"

There was no reply.

He sighed and attempted to open the door but it wouldn't budge, "dude, are you okay?" he asked again, a little more worried this time.

He decided to get a better look at the shoes, squinting at them—trying his best to see them in the dark stall.

His eyes widened, he inhaled sharply.

"wooyoung.?.."

This time he panicked, setting his phone on the sink and attempting to open the door harder. "woo???" he spoke louder, shaking the door repeatedly, nothing would budge.

He banged his fist on it, kicking and punching at the stall door. "Woo" he said through gritted teeth, the small slit under the stall was too small for san to crawl in—he wouldn't be able to fit through.

San looked like a mad man, trying to get this stall door open for someone who might not even be wooyoung.

He breathed this time, calming himself down a little so he could think. He came to the conclusion to just try and kick the lock off, and that's what he did.

He kicked at it and kicked at it and finally, the door creaked open. He shuffled in quickly, taking action immediately. He held wooyoungs face in his hands, tapping it gently—hoping that maybe that would wake him.

"wooyoung" he said again, shaking the boys shoulders this time. Wooyoung was pale, but breathing. San ran his fingers through his hair, breathing frantically—he ran back to the sink, taking a paper towel and running warm water over it.

San placed the warm towel on wooyoungs forehead, "w-woo" he spoke louder, he was freaking out—right at the edge of a full blown panic attack. Had wooyoung done something? san didn't know, and he was terrified.

Sans breathing began to get more irregular—taking small inhales but large exhales. Tears ran down his face as a panic attack of his own approached, he continued to run the towel over wooyoungs forehead with his shaking hands—having his head placed on his lap.

He rested his face on wooyoungs chest, he's breathing san, it's okay he's breathing. san was scared.

A small twitch from wooyoung was enough for sans head to shoot up quickly, his eyes stared down at wooyoung with hope. "woo, wooyoung" he said, shaking the boy.

Wooyoung blinked slowly, confused at the sight before him. "san?"

San nodded, smiling.

"are you okay?" wooyoung asked, wiping a stray tear that ran down sans face.

"i'm alright...."

san sat silent for a moment.

"w-what happened to you? you were on the floor when i found you" he whispered. Wooyoung shook his head, "it was nothing"

"it was something, what happened?"

"san, i swear i just fainted. I forgot to eat"

"i don't believe you" san spoke, shaking his head.

"well it's true"

"wooyoung."

San stared at wooyoung with a stone cold face, he could see right through him.

"i.........i saw him."