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Due to obvious reasons, Wooyoung spent the majority of the following weeks, ignoring—avoiding— San.

But the thing that hurt the most was that unlike past record, San too wasn't trying to involve himself in his matters.

The younger would be lying if he supported that it didn't sit heavy on his chest. Because no matter what—San would always take the extra mile to mend things between them.

It was so upsetting sitting next to each other without acknowledging one another. So heartless from San's end to be openly flirting with anyone that threw themselves beside him to just get a chance to get noticed by the Choi San.

This time however things turned more to usual, San strolled towards his seat, smirking at him when their eyes accidentally met.

Wooyoung only rolled his eyes, pulling his chair as close as it could get to the desk's end. San intentionally moved his own closer to the younger at that.

"It's such a good morning isn't it professor?" San suddenly addressing him, had the younger tense unconsciously.

"Candy?" He raised an eyebrow, holding a hard caramel candy bites pack open towards Wooyoung.

Uh?

Wooyoung stared at the candy San was offering him like it was laced with poison.

"...Are you insane?" he scoffed, eyeing the older with blatant distrust.

San just smiled, all teeth, and tilted the pack toward him again. "Come on, baby, I know you love something to suck on."

Wooyoung nearly choked on his own breath. His ears burned, his fingers twitched, and if murder wasn't a criminal offense, he would've committed one right then and there.

"Die," he hissed, shoving the box away.

San only grinned, like that was exactly the reaction he was hoping for. "Suit yourself," he said, popping a piece into his mouth with an obnoxiously slow movement, letting his tongue linger over his fingers before biting down.

Wooyoung turned away so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. This. This is why he avoided him.

But San wasn't done. No, he never was.

"You know," he mused, leaning back in his seat, voice just low enough to be private—for now. "You've been acting a little distant lately, princess. Don't tell me you're still sulking?"

Wooyoung didn't answer. He focused very hard on taking his notebook out of his bag.

San, of course, took that as an invitation to keep going.

"You wound me, really. All these weeks of friendship, and you won't even look me in the eye?" He tsked, resting his chin on his palm.
"Even after all the sweet things we shared just weeks ago... makes a guy feel used."

That did it.

Wooyoung jerked his head up, eyes blazing.

"Are you actually psychotic?" he seethed,
voice sharp. "Nothing happened."

San let out a low hum, like he was deeply amused by that raw lie.

"Oh? Then why," he leaned in, just slightly, "do you still tense up every time I get close?"

Wooyoung stiffened, which only made San's smirk widen.

Bastard.

"God, you are so full of yourself," Wooyoung scoffed, shaking his head.

San feigned offense. "Me? Full of myself? Now, that's just unfair, professor."

Wooyoung twitched. "Do not call me that."