𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾 This story is rushed and may have grammatical errors Age Rating: PG-13 Homophobic comments will be under spoiler for anyone who doesn't wish to see them. This is based on real people but on fictional events Please do not copy and paste the story for your own gain Characters will be introduced after the chapter is over If you don't ship woosan or like bxb stories please do not read I might post this on Wattpad
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𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌
Name: Choi San Age: 20 Relations: Wooyoung's mother is his mom's high school bestfriend
Name: Jung Wooyoung Age: 19 Relations: San's mother is his mother's high school bestfriend ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼
My alarm clock went off, filling my room with a loud buzzing sound. I covered my ears with my pillow and groaned as I rolled over.
"Shut the hell up, stupid thing!" I yelled at it, fully aware that it wouldn’t respond. It didn’t stop; in fact, it got even louder.
"Ugh!" I slapped it off the desk. Finally, it stopped for a moment, but then it started again.
"FUCKER, LET ME SLEEP!" I jumped out of bed, grabbed the clock, and turned it off.
Since I was already up, I might as well get ready for school. It’s my first day, and I’m probably going to be late. I rushed to grab my clothes: black jeans and a loose white sweater. My earrings are golden rings, and I wear a locket around my neck that my father gave me before he passed away. I always wear it, even when I'm modeling for work; I refuse to take it off.
I rushed out the door, spraying on some cologne. The bus was almost at the stop, so I had to hurry. I sprinted down the sidewalk, my feet pounding against the concrete. I made it just in time and barely caught my breath as I boarded the bus. I paid the bus driver and found an empty seat.
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I barely made it to class on time. I rushed in, hoping I was in the right room. Everyone was chatting with one another, and I quickly realized I needed to find a seat, but I didn't know any of these people. Then I spotted an empty seat next to one person. I sighed, noticing that the guy looked asleep. I sat down in that row, leaving one seat between us. He seemed somewhat familiar with his short black hair and sharp jawline. His dark eyelashes were a bit long, and he was quite attractive.
Just then, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned to see a handsome guy.
"I wouldn't sit next to him," he said.
"Huh?" I replied, confused.
"He doesn't like anyone sitting next to him."
"But I'm not exactly right next to him."
"He prefers to have the whole row to himself."
"I can't sit anywhere else."
"You can sit next to me if you'd like," he offered with a smile.
I smiled back, grabbed my backpack, and moved up a row to sit beside him.
"By the way, my name is Seonghwa," he said, extending his hand.
I shook it. "I'm Wooyoung."
I sat down next to him, and we started chatting.
When the teacher enters the room, everyone falls silent. I take out my pen and notebook, ready to take notes.
"Hello, students. My name is Lim Min-ho, but you can call me Professor Lim," he introduces himself. "Today, we will be reviewing the lessons for this class."
The guy in front of me stretches and yawns, but he freezes when our eyes meet. I also freeze when I notice his gaze.
"Fuck, not him," I mumble under my breath.
"Huh?" Seonghwa asks, confused.
"Nothing," I reply, narrowing my eyes at the one and only Choi fucking San.
After class ended, Jung Wooyoung, whom I can't help but think of as "Shithead," ran out holding hands with some guy. I rolled my eyes. He acts like I’m going to talk to him, but I’ve never wanted to since we were kids. I refused to sit next to him in class, and I always dreaded it when his mom babysat me while my parents went out on a date.
"San!" Someone calls my name. I look over at the entrance and see Hongjoong waving his hand, with Mingi beside him. Mingi has his hands in his pockets, looking around.
I walk over to them.
"W're going to get lunch. Are you coming?" Hongjoong asks.
"Sure," I reply.
We walk towards the cafeteria.
"How was class?" Hongjoong asks.
"Fine," I respond.
"What do you mean by 'fine'?" he probes.
"Just fine," I say.
"Still a man of few words," Hongjoong remarks. "That's how you get the ladies."
"Let's get in line," Mingi said, nodding toward the queue.
We stepped into line when suddenly, someone bumped into my back, forcing me to move forward. Annoyed, I turned around and was even more irritated to see Wooyoung, the jerk behind me. His smile faded when he realized it was me.
"Say sorry, Wooyoung," the guy beside him from earlier urged.
"I'd rather throw up," Wooyoung replied, glaring at me.
I smiled sweetly and leaned in closer. "It's rude not to apologize when you bump into someone."
"When it's people like you, I'd rather fall down the stairs," he shot back with a fake smile.
I roll my eyes and ignore him. He’s such a hard-headed person.
"That guy's rude as hell!" Hongjoong says, annoyed. "Does he not know that you're psycho?"
"I'm not psycho," I state firmly.
I hear a snicker behind me but ignore it because I already know who it is.
"Fine, but the whole school knows you are," he shrugs.
Mingi smiles at that.
"Real cute, Hongjoong," I roll my eyes.
"Actually, it’s funny, not cute," Mingi chimes in.
I glare at him, and he laughs even harder.
"COME ON! I'M NOT CRAZY!" I raise my voice.
This only makes Hongjoong laugh along with him.
"Whatever," I say, smiling a bit at how funny they find it.
Mingi rarely laughs at anything, but when he does, it takes him a few hours to come down from the high.
"Let's just get our food!" I said, pushing them forward as the line moved closer to the bar.
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I got home around 8 because Hongjoong wanted to go out and get drunk, leaving me and Mingi to drag him back home. My mom was sitting on the couch, watching TV with my other brother, Yunho.
"How was school?" Mom asked, glancing over at me.
"Horrible. I saw Wooyoung and wanted to drop out," I replied.
"Woooyoung's at your school?" Yunho exclaimed, jumping up when he heard the name. "Can I come?"
"No, you cannot come," I said as I walked off to my room.
"MOM!!" he groaned.
"Just ask to visit him, Yun," Mom suggested.
I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because I closed my bedroom door. I dropped my backpack on the floor and flopped down onto my bed. What a terrible day! I haven’t seen Wooyoung since middle school. He left in the middle of the year due to some kids bullying him. I heard rumors about him kissing a guy, but I never cared because I don’t give a shit what he does as long as he stays the hell away from me.
Wooyoung and I have hated each other since birth. We never got along, always arguing and fighting. I despised his interests, and he scorned mine. It was a mutual animosity. However, our mothers have been best friends since high school. In school, we always avoided each other, as we never shared the same class. But now we have three classes together at the same college!
"This is why you didn’t want to date me?" the girl says, tears welling in her eyes. "I hate you."
"You're fucking disgusting!" she continues.
"Why do you even go to school? Why don't you go to an all-boys school?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't be friends with you anymore."
"I'm afraid to even be around you. You might infect me, ******."
Their voices started to blur together, and I couldn't get them out of my head. Their faces were as clear as day, their words stitched into my brain. I felt trapped in the dark, suffocating. I looked around, but they were still there, laughing at me, throwing rocks, and sneering. I wanted them to stop; I wanted them to go away. But they didn’t listen.
I woke up with tears streaming down my face. I tried to catch my breath, but it felt like I was suffocating. I held onto my shirt, trying to prevent the anxiety from tearing me apart. My body wouldn't stop shaking. I couldn't silence their voices in my head. I was overwhelmed by feelings of hatred and uselessness. I wiped my tears, but even more fell. Each sob led to another scream.
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My head rested on the table. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night because of that dream. Going to school now felt even more tormenting. Seonghwa took notes for me while I tried to sleep, but it just didn't happen. My mind was caught in an endless spiral. The class bell rang suddenly, causing me to jump.
"You okay, Wooyoung?" Seonghwa asked.
"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep," I lied. "I'm just a bit out of it right now."
He smiled and handed my journal back to me.
"Here are the notes from class."
"Thanks."
"It's no problem."
We walked out of class, ignoring San completely. I didn't want to deal with him and his irritating comments right now; I had too much on my plate. Suddenly, Seonghwa's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and frowned.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Just some stalker..." He declined the call.
Suddenly, Hongjoong, one of San's friends, popped out and scared the hell out of me and Seonghwa.
"What the hell, man!" I screamed.
He completely ignored me and glared at Seonghwa.
"You just ignored my call?" Hongjoong asked.
Seonghwa said nothing and just kept walking. I had to jog to catch up to him.
"Seonghwa!" Hongjoong yelled. "Don’t ignore me!"
"Ignore him," Seonghwa said to me.
I wanted to burst out laughing, but I was also curious about how Seonghwa ended up dealing with Hongjoong of all people. He didn’t seem to want to talk right now, so I decided not to ask him. I can always ask him another time. Just then, my phone rang. I looked down and saw that Yunho had called me. I hadn't talked to him since middle school.
"Hello," I answered the call.
"WooWoo!" Yunho exclaimed from the other end.
I was shocked by the nickname; I hadn't heard it since he and I used to hang out.
"I haven't seen you for so long!" he continued, extending the words.
"I know, I haven't been able to keep in touch," I lied.
The truth was, I didn't want him to see me at my worst. He was my best friend and the only person I truly cared for in that school, besides him.
"How have you been?" I asked.
"I actually wanted to know if we could meet up for lunch and catch up," he suggested.
"Yeah, I don't mind."
"Okay! I'll text you the date and time in a minute!"
He hangs up.
I can't believe he wanted to talk to me after all these years. Honestly, I thought he would never want to speak to me again because of what happened.
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Yunho wanted to meet at a café near my place so I wouldn’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn on a weekend. I sat in a booth in a corner, waiting for him to arrive. While I scrolled through my phone, a friend request notification popped up. I clicked on the account, and my heart dropped. He had sent me a friend request.
"WooWoo!"
I looked up to see Yunho waving at me. I waved back with a faint smile. He walked over and sat in the seat in front of me. My first thought was that this was going to be awkward, but Yunho started talking right away.
"San was the one who told me you went to his school, and I wanted to come visit you, but he wouldn't let me," he said, frowning. "He's such an asshole."
I couldn’t help but laugh because he was so right.
As we talked, my mind started to wander. Yunho has a way of making you forget your worries. Whatever was bothering you seemed to fade away when he entered the room.
"My mom wanted to come, but San fell sick, so she's taking care of him," Yunho said.
That's what he gets for being a jerk, I wanted to say.
"Is he okay?" I asked, feigning concern.
"Yeah, just a little cold, but my mom goes into freak-out mode when it comes to illnesses," he replied.
My father suddenly pops into my mind. His weak body and thin hair. His eyes bloodshot and his voice horse. I shook the image away, not wanting to start crying in the middle of a cafe.
"I hope he feels better." I lie.
I hope to god he doesn't come to school on monday, I thought.
