Oh no.

"Wow, you're here too?! And right next to me! What a coincidence!!!"

"Ah, yes, looks like you'll be seeing me here until the end. So much, until you get sick of seeing me all the time.."

"Ha! I don't think so! How could anyone get sick of you?"

You definitely didn't get sick of me when you bullied me that's for sure

"I guess that's true too. Who could get sick of this amazing person?"

"That's so conceited..."

"Okay, students, settle down. This is Mr Jung. He's new here, so if possible, try to give him the assistance he requires should he need it. Now, let's get on with the lesson. Um, what page did we stop at  last?"

"It was page 117, sir."

"Oh, thank you Mr Jeong."

"Lets start then."

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Wooyoung had never been one to enjoy math. It was always just so confusing and hard to understand that he'd usually take naps during those lessons, causing him to earn scoldings after the class or hits of the ruler on the back of his head. Are they trying to make him lose more brain cells? He already knew he had a negative amount, were they trying to make it worst? If so, they were doing a fantastic job.

Those were the scenarios that would occur in his previous schools. Not this one. The way Mr Kwon taught his lessons captured his attention and made him thoroughly focus up to listen. He wouldn't have been caught listening to a single word had this been in his previous schools.

It wasn't that the teaching style was any different; Mr Kwon seemed like the textbook example of how a teacher should teach, but there was just something slightly different, that Wooyoung couldn't place his finger on. Regardless, as long as he had made him listen, that was an achievement in his books.

It wasn't long before the clock struck 11 and the teacher ended his lesson, remembering to bookmark the page this time to prevent having to ask if anyone remembered again after this morning.

The class stood up, following the orders of the monitor, before bowing and allowing the teacher to leave the room first before stampeding out of the room, eager to get to lunch. Wooyoung sat back down and decided to have a look through the notes he had taken, which, by the way, was the first time he had ever bothered to in a maths lesson. When he looked up a few minutes later, he was the only one left in the room. Or so he thought.

Yunho was still seated at his desk across the room, playing a game on his phone. Wooyoung could tell because his phone was being held horizontally rather than vertical. He had a look of absolute determination mixed in with a sense of ease etched upon his face. It was almost comical if you realised he was just playing a game.

Unfortunately, Yunho wasn't the only one other than Wooyoung. The boy from the desk next to his hadn't budged an inch from his seat either. However, unlike Yunho, who was still engrossed with his game, the other was studying for his next lesson. He was so focused that it seemed a pity to break him out of his trance, but someone has to do the dirty work.

"Ahem." Wooyoung cleared his throat. The boy didn't even look up.

"Hey, San!" he chirped while shaking the other's shoulder. Now, he realised and acknowledged the others presence.

"Oh, hi, Wooyoung. You're done studying already, right? Wanna go grab lunch now?"

"That'd be great! I'm starving." Wooyoung's stomach gave a low growl as if to say: "Yeah, I'm hungry. Put some food in me please?"

"Well looks like your stomach thoroughly agrees as well. Yun! Wooyoung's done now! Let's go!"

The taller boy looked up and stood up in one full swoop, pocketing his phone as he did. "Alright, since we're all ready, let's go!"

"Are you 100% sure you're ready? Why's your bag still on the floor?"

"Oh.... Haha."

"That happens."

"What would you do if I weren't here to remind you."

"I really don't know..."

"Ahhhhh let's just go, I'm starving!"

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Wooyoung ran and lead the way out of the room, the others following closely behind him.

They didn't get very far.

Leaning on a wall in the corridor just outside their classroom was another boy.  Mingi.

When he caught sight of Wooyoung, a huge grin made its way onto his face. However, when he caught sight of the duo whom had been trailing behind a little. His grin wavered and a slight wave of anger made its way onto his features.

Catching sight of the other tall boy, Yunho felt his ears and face turn red with both anger and embarrassment. He hadn't expected to see the other here. San, on the other hand, took a sudden interest in his shoes and the floor.

No one spoke for a few seconds.

"Why are you here?" Yunho spoke, with a dangerous edge to his voice. "What are you here to do?"

"Why am I here?" Mingi echoed. "Why, I'm just here to bring Wooyoung to lunch."

"How did you know his classroom number, huh?"

"We're in the same homeroom, Jeong. He ASKED me about this class even though I'm not in it. In fact, we're even seat neighbours. Can't say the same for yourself, can you?"

"Well, I am!"

"Shut up, San. You don't need to be involved in this."

"No need to be rude... Fine, I'll just mind my own business. But just saying, it isn't much fun watching this nice, long trail of ants."

The two taller boys continued glaring at each other.

And standing there, cornered by the two taller guys, and his short stature not really helping much either, was Wooyoung. The immense amount of pressure and awkwardness weighing down on him made his stomach clench.

His head started spinning.

Silently, he slipped away from the group and started down the hall. But, he didn't make it very far before he collapsed.

"Woo!"