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Somehow, Wooyoung had survived the way through his classroom to his seat without hyperventilating. Although, he got some stares, but tried to focus on his thoughts about San.

He had not expected him to be this kind and caring towards others. It was always the hot and kinda famous Choi San, that no younger student would dare to talk to. Everyone only admired him from afar. Except for Wooyoung now.

The whole lesson went by in a blur. The boy did not catch anything the teacher explained, but he could not care less because he had way more severe problems ahead of him.

San had said that he would see him again at lunch. AT LUNCH. Wooyoung basically avoided eating in the cafeteria since he never knew where to sit. Every single table was occupied by other students and Wooyoung did not have the courage to just go up to one of them and ask them if he could eat with them.

What did San even exactly mean? Was it an invitation for Wooyoung to sit with them? Probably.

But what if it was not?

His mind came up with all possible and impossible worst case scenarios that could happen, which did not help with his nervousness in any way.

He tried to calm down and relax himself by breathing in through his nose and then breathing out through his mouth. Meanwhile, he counted his breaths to direct his focus to this simple task only. It was a well-working technique he often used to distract himself from overthinking.

And usually it worked.

But not today.

When the bell rang, Wooyoung thought for a quick second to just leave and act like he forgot that San had "invited" him, so he rushed through the corridors towards the boy's restroom. His plan was to hide from the other and the bathroom seemed like the best option to him.

He barged into the room and stopped in front of the sink. Whole body shaking out of nervousness and exhaustion, he leaned against the wall and turned his head to look at himself in the mirror.

How pathetic.

It was not a miracle why he did not have any friends. If he was not able to communicate with anyone, of course nobody would want to be his friend or even try and talk to him.

Lost in self-pity, he did not notice the door of a stall next to him opening.

"Wooyoung?"

"WOOF WOAH AAAH", the boy jumped at the sudden voice that pulled him back into reality.

When he looked up, he saw San standing in front of him, an amused smirk on his face.

Of course it was San.

"Did you just bark at me?", he chuckled.

At this point, Wooyoung's cheeks resembled a red traffic light and his mind literally tumbled as he tried to talk himself out of this situation in a somewhat credible way.

"Uhm.. y-you know-", he stuttered, being aware of how dumb that sounded.

"I can call you puppy, if that's how you want to be called."

Wooyoung tried his best to look at the other with angry eyes, taking a swing to hit him, yet he failed miserably.

In a matter of seconds, he lost his balance, stumbled over his own feet, and fell straight into San's chest.

"Aww, the pup is in a cuddly mood, huh?", he smirked.

"Am not!"

"Oh, so you really listen if someone calls you pup?"

"y-yeah, i mean- no, now stop the teasing", Wooyoung mumbled and quickly backed away from San. He was not used to this much physical contact. Not that he had anything against it, but San was still San and Wooyoung was Wooyoung. No need to catch feelings or anything, they would not even fit together as a couple.

Wooyoung, why the fuck are you thinking about this stuff already? You basically know him one day, chill out dude.

"Of course", San winked at him and got back to smiling warmly. "Do you want to come eat with me at lunch, now?"

So it really was an invitation???

Wooyoung freaked out.

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today is the worst fucking day ever. all i want to do is dive into a happier world which is woosan, so here's an update