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Wooyoung choked on thin air, jaw dropping.

Some of the students actually moved to the front seats as they leaned their bodies on the desks, trying to see as clear as possible. Some started to even film.

The professor pinched the bridge of his nose, whispering to himself how he immediately regretted anything that happened in the past few minutes.

"Oh yeah? Because clinging to you is so much worse than you marking all over as if you're some territorial animal?"

There was a moment of silence before San brought his fingers under Wooyoung's chin with a victorious grin. "So you admit it."

The younger slapped San's hand away ready to snap only for his professor to step in. "Alright. That's enough—"

"Bet I could make you admit more."

That single sentence brought stifling tension in the air. Some students gasping and even more covering their mouths in utmost investment.

But Wooyoung is stubborn. There is no way he'd let San have the last word.

"Admit more?" He laughed so falsely it nearly made him cringe. "The only thing you've made me admit is that I have a terrible taste"

San placed his hand over his chest, feigning shock "So you admit that your taste includes me?" He wetted his lips, peak enthusiasm.

Wooyoung blink at that, his brain momentarily buffering.

"Wait—no—"

"Too late," San cut him off smoothly. "No backsies" he grinned, patting Wooyoung cheek with a chuckle.

The class was in shambles by the point, someone—who Wooyoung considered murdering— whispering how he walked right into 'this one'

Wooyoung's eye twitched. "Oh, you wanna talk about taste? Let's talk about yours—" He gestured wildly at San. "Like, I don't know, how you flirted with someone else right after kissing me?"

Gasps. Absolute gasps.

San froze for half a second before his smirk sharpened.

"Oh?" He tilted his head. "That's what bothered you?"

Wooyoung felt his pulse skyrocket. He fucked up.

But he refused to back down. "No. It disgusted me."

San laughed. "Bullshit. It got you."

The professor finally tried to intervene, but at this point, the class was too far gone, watching this play out like the season finale of a drama.

Wooyoung took a step forward. "You know what really gets under my skin?" His voice was sharp. "People who use others like they're disposable."

San's smirk faltered for a split nanosecond.

"Oh, that's rich," he shot back, voice dropping slightly. "Coming from you, who kissed me back not once, but twice, and now wants to act like I'm the problem."

Wooyoung clenched his fists. "You are the problem."

San leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for only Wooyoung to hear.

"Then why do you keep coming back?"

Wooyoung's breath caught.

And that was it.

The moment that made the class split.

Half of them were whispering, "San has a point."

The other half? "No, Wooyoung's right, San's an asshole."