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Wooyoung turned his head so fast he heard the way his bones cracked.

"Or maybe some people use jokes as a coping mechanism because deep down, they know they're the problem." He raised a pointed eyebrow at the smug bastard beside him.

The classmates around them were so invested that they weren't even using their phones.

The professor hummed, a small smile on his lips. "Jung Wooyoung, Choi San— since you two seem to be so passionate about this discussion, why don't you come up here and demonstrate a real-time analysis of each other's emotions?"

Wooyoung's jaw dropped to the floor ready to shake his head only for a hand to clutch on his wrist, forcing him on his feet.

Choi motherfucking San was literally dragging him in the front, just a few feet from the board. He gritted his teeth, lips pressed into a thin line. Because San was smirking. Smug. Entertained.

Taking a step too close San dropped a hand on his shoulder, mockingly. "Demonstrate, professor," he hummed in false innocence.

"Just like we know"

The air in the class thickens. Their classmates are at the point of holding their breath. Because what did that even mean? Just like they know?

Forcing a tight smile Wooyoung straightened, in the meanwhile shrugging San's hand off. He turned his attention on their professor as he tried to ignore how close the older was standing.

"Well," he stared smoothly, eyes cutting to San sharply. "This one's easy." He gestured vaguely at the taller. "Classic case where someone hides their fragile ego behind arrogance and unnecessary provocation."

Wooyoung didn't look but he heard a couple of gasps echoing in the crowd.

San tilted his head unbothered. "And you?" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something borderline unamused. "What are you hiding behind all that anger, baby?"

Baby?

Fucking hell. Low chatters broke in the room, classmates gossiping under their breath. Because since when does Wooyoung, the new kid, have anything going on with the sex-on-legs Choi San?

The professor cleared his throat, eyeing his students. "Since you two as so eager to participate, let's make this a learning experience."

San's smirk deepened throwing a challenging scan-over at Wooyoung's body; not forgetting to bite his lip provocatively. "Oh, I'd love to learn more about Wooyoung's emotional repression."

And Wooyoung wouldn't hesitate to bite back in such situations. "And I'd love to how you function with zero self awareness."

Some of the classmates wheezed at the snide remark.

The professor rubbed his temples starting to regret his earlier decisions. "On to our subcategory. Emotional projection. Since you seem to know each other so well why don't you tell us what the other might be projecting?"

San's face lit up as he turned to face the younger. "Let's see... what would Wooyoung be projecting?" He hummed in fake thoughtfulness. "Ah! Probably his crippling fear of admitting he actually likes me? And that this is the reason he snaps every single second?"

The room turned into chaos.

"Wait. You really wanna talk about fear?" He crossed his arms as he took a step even closer. "Let's talk about how you can't go two seconds without flirting because you are terrified of sitting with your own thoughts."

Oohs and woahs filled the air but neither took their eyes off of one another.

The older placed a hand over his chest, mocking his offense. "Wow that was deep." He grinned evilly. "Kinda like the way you were clinging up to me the other night."