[✔️] Beautiful | YuWin

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"Yuta-Hyung! There you are!"

   Yuta looked up from where he was -uncomfortably- sitting on a bench on campus, finding Doyoung jogging to him.

   "I was looking for yo- Jesus Christ!" The beta cursed, seeing the ugly bruise that painted the left half of his jaw. Really, it was a mix of both bruises and hickies; but no one needs to know that.

   "What's up Doie?" He asked.

   Doyoung sat beside him. "I was going to ask you about the biology notes, but clearly there's something else I need to talk with you about." He gestured to the bruise on his jaw, and surely there were more under the sleeves of his black hoodie and jeans.

   Yuta scratched the back of his neck, "What else is there to talk about?" He held back a wince, the bite on his scent gland had turned sensitive; when he had gotten home the last night he had moved too much causing it to bleed –it wasn't deep enough to mark him -thank god- but apparently it was deep enough to bleed, fucking bastard. The bandage he had on it currently was also not that comfortable.

   Doyoung gasped in disbelief, "What is there to talk about— Yuta, you're again covered in bruises! After a match with West! Why do you and Sicheng always fight–"

   "Why do you have to bring him up?" Yuta growled defensively, irritated at just the mention of the alpha's name.

   "Because, whenever something like this happens, of course it'll be between you and Sicheng. Who else has the guts to try and beat you up?" Doyoung said deadpanned.

   Yuta's eyes furrowed. "Yah, who said he beat me up? If anything I beat him up!" He exclaimed.

   Doyoung narrowed his eyes. "Hyung, as much as it hurts your alpha pride, he beats you up. Nearly always after these fights you're the one leaving limping from the bruises." He pointed out.

   Yuta scrunched his nose. Oh the limping isn't from the bruises. "I'm still better. I give stronger punches and darker bruises, he just manages to leave more." He said arrogantly, refusing to accept that perhaps Sicheng is the stronger one, even if just by a small margin. "You just don't understand Doie, none of you guys do."

Doyoung sighed, realizing they aren't going to get anywhere. "Whatever, classes are about to start, I'll get going, Taeyong's probably waiting for me. See ya."

He watched as Doyoung's figure disappeared into the crowd of students, off to the science building. After a few minutes, he decided it'd be best to get to class. Standing up, he stretched, the soreness unpleasant. His eyes wondered past the vaguely distinctive middle of the campus that divided the two universities, and he recognized a tall figure, meeting their eyes.

From across the center of the campus, Sicheng stood with his arm around his girlfriend Haseul, chatting with some friends. A smirk played at the Chinese's lips, and a hand came up, placed on where his scent gland was between his neck and shoulder. Yuta narrowed his eyes, annoyed at how the other seemed to be saying How's your neck, hm? With a silent growl with a show of teeth, he turned around, walking away with tense shoulders and fists clenched at his side.

"Sicheng-Oppa~"

Sicheng looked up from his phone, looking to his girlfriend as she plopped down on the couch beside him, pressing against his side. "What's up Haseul?" He asked, a smile on his face as he hooked an arm around her.