(take two, since I disliked some parts of this story)
it was no secret that San hated Wooyoung. it was also no secret that Wooyoung despised San. the two of them had never gotten along, starting off with little pranks and constant struggling when they were supposed to work together or help each other, ending up fighting in the middle of class until the teacher separated them. the second they met, they'd glared at each other and until now, ten years later (Wooyoung was about to turn nineteen), they hadn't had one normal conversation.
it was needless to say, that everyone, including their friends, parents and teachers, had given up on them. so when the students began entering the classroom on a rainy monday morning, no one was surprised to hear them once again fighting.
"move, bitch", San said, glaring at the blonde boy in front of him. Wooyoung didn't move, why would he, if it was Choi mf San that had demanded that?
"i said MOVE, BITCH. you're in my way", San repeated, louder this time, even tho he knew, the other boy had heard him. Wooyoung didn't even look up, clearly unbothered by Sans behaviour.
"you know you could easily walk around me, dumbass." finally Wooyoung answered, even tho his voice already sounded so pissed off and tired. San got closer to him, his breath fanning his enemies neck as he growled at him lowly "oh, talking back? i'm gonna say it one last time, whore: move out of my way and i'll leave it at that for now."
the visibly tired blonde boy didn't hesitate in slapping San across the face with full force. still no one paid attention to them as these things happened almost on a daily basis. "stay away from me", Wooyoung snapped with a much harder tone than usual. by now San was furious, slightly trembling from anger as he grabbed Wooyoungs wrists tightly and pushed the boy against his locker.
"you're so weak, your hand felt like the pillow my head had to leave this morning" was the answer San managed to get out, trying hard not to beat the shit out of Wooyoung since he was trying to leave a slightly not that bad first impression on the new teacher that should walk around the corner any moment. San let go of Wooyoung, who immediately spat at him.
the spit, unlucky for San, landed right on his face. he felt utterly disgusted, grabbing the back of Wooyoungs neck as he raised his voice "you little bastard, clean it really right now or there will be consequences for you!" "why would i? you're being a bitch so i'll treat you like one", Wooyoung hissed while he felt anger taking over more and more.
they both didn't give a shit about the new teacher and any first impressions anymore. he would have to deal with them anyways. most students had entered the classroom by now, no one bothering to break them up.
"why don't we take this conversation somewhere else?", Wooyoung asked because San wasn't even able to form a proper sentence out of the pure aggression that was burning through his body. Wooyoung wriggled out of Sans grip on his neck right in the moment said new teacher walked around said corner.
"get inside please, so i can start the lesson", he announced, not realising that the two boys were in the middle of a major fight. using the opportunity, Wooyoung grabbed his bag and followed the teacher immediately without paying any more attention to the other boy. San tried his best to conceal his anger but couldn't not kick Wooyoungs knee one last time while no one was looking.
the lesson went by without major incidents, mr Park obviously hadn't picked up on their hatred towards each other by now. he even ended up telling them to get some apparently really important books from the schools librarian, Yeosang, together.
they left the classroom, San walking in front of Wooyoung and the moment the door closed behind them, the latter used this very tempting opportunity to return the kick in his knees, which resulted in San almost tripping.
"you know you fully deserved this, you piece of shit", Wooyoung announced, arrogance evident in his voice. that was the last straw for San. he was beyond pissed, this whole situation was far more than classmates fighting, it was about pride and strength. Wooyoung could never have been prepared for the reaction he was getting.
both had obviously woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but it had never been like this, their emotions had never been messed up like that. their fights, even tho they weren't the worst ones they'd ever had, definitely held more negative emotions, more aggression. the air almost felt thicker than usual when San turned on the spot, grabbing Wooyoung by his collar to push him against a wall.
for a moment, the shorter boy couldn't breathe as the air got knocked out of his lungs. his vision went black for a few seconds and he felt incredibly dizzy. when he could see clear again, San stood in front of him, still holding onto his collar with more force than necessary. his eyes sparkled, but not in a cute or beautiful way. they held all the hate he felt in this moment, dark eyes, filled with pure disgust for Wooyoung. the wish for his enemy to disappear on the spot was evident in how San glared at Wooyoung.
on the other hand Wooyoung wasn't even that shocked. he smirked lightly, even though you probably could find a hint of fear in how his little finger trembled for a moment. but San didn't see the little spark of insecurity in Wooyoungs eyes since it disappeared the second he let it show.
Wooyoung calmly put put his hands on Sans shoulders, patting them lightly as he scolded him: "don't you think you're a little impulsive, San? also, if you wanted to intimidate me just now, i got bad news for you. tsk, you're such a disappointment." his eyes showed how much he despised San and his tone of voice was beyond sharp.
San didn't waste a moment and let go of Wooyoungs collar to grab his throat. "for someone in your position right now, you're acting a little too bitchy, don't you think so?", he hissed and gave Wooyoungs throat a harsh squeeze. but even though San seemed a lot stronger than the other boy, this wasn't the case.
too quick for San to process, Wooyoung had already turned the situation around, slamming the taller boy into wall this time, keeping him there by grabbing his hair with both hands. San made a little noise that indicated the pain he was in, as he let go of Wooyoungs throat.
the blonde didn't smirk anymore, now his face showed the pure determination to put San into his place. their eyes locked and no one was surprised by the other boys emotions. "i don't think you understand me", Wooyoung growled lowly. "like i would ever want to understand a whore like you", San spat back. he tried to lean forward, but Wooyoung gave his hair a strong tug that kept him in place.
the tension between them only grew as San rested his hands on Wooyoungs hips. he squeezed them so hard that his hands would leave marks for sure. Wooyoung hissed in pain when he felt Sans fingernails dig into his sides, probably even ruining his shirt. their breathing got heavier as the fought each other like that, trying to get out of this position.
eventually Wooyoung let go and slapped San across the face once more. "fucking know your place, asshole". San let go of him and there was a moment of silence where only their heavy breathing could be heard and both realised their faces were way too close.
there had been this undeniable tension between the two for a few years now, but it had always been caused by hatred, never ever before had it made San want to step closer, to ruin his rival on a way different level than anyone could expect. right in that moment he wanted Wooyoung to look like he was his. like he belonged to San.
and just like that, San was the next one to make a move. his whole body pressed against Wooyoung as he stepped forwards and pushed his lips on Wooyoungs. neither of them closed their eyes. San moved his lips aggressively, getting an immediate reaction from Wooyoung as he shorter boy bit down on Sans lip with force, before returning the kiss just as aggressive.
they both tasted Sans blood and Wooyoung tilted his head to deepen the kiss. his hands got back into Sans hair, again to hold him in place, but this time to keep him close. in return he felt Sans arms go around him, hands on his back, to pull Wooyoung impossibly closer.
the kiss was sloppy and Wooyoung started licking Sans lip right where he bit him, which resulted in their tongues meeting. finally they closed their eyes. there was no fight for dominance, just open mouthed kisses and hands that were roaming the others body. San felt how soft the others lips were and how well formed his ass was while Wooyoung stopped thinking completely, only focusing on tasting every bit of Sans lips and mouth. apparently the older boy had eaten a lollipop on his way to school.
after what felt like an eternity, Wooyoung forcefully separated his lips from Sans while he opened his eyes. "i hate you so much", he muttered and slapped the other boy's shoulder lightly. "likewise", San returned with a slight smirk as he squeezed Wooyoungs ass in an attempt to pick him up. "we should take this somewhere else, don't you think?", he explained his actions.
"i won't let you carry me, who do you think you are?", Wooyoung hissed and let go of his still-enemy completely. but apparently San wasn't having it and just picked him up to throw him over his shoulder. "if i offer to carry you, you take that offer and are thankful, bitch", San mumbled and slapped Wooyoungs ass because he kept struggling to free himself.
"where would you even take me?", Wooyoung growled. "shut up, i'm looking for a trash can to throw you away", San answered as he kept walking. since he couldn't escape the situation, Wooyoung reached out to grab Sans ass and gave it a good squeeze, surprised when he heard San trying to suppress a moan.
"such a bottom", Wooyoung mumbled and kept slapping and squeezing Sans ass. "why would you act so tough when you're so weak when someone gets near your ass, huh?", Wooyoung provoked San as he slipped one hands in his jeans to touch Sans ass without the fabric in between. the boy carrying him, didn't even try to be gentle as he stopped walking and put Wooyoung on the floor again which resulted in his hands having to leave Sans ass. for now.
they had reached Yeosangs room, next to the library, Wooyoung noticed and without bothering to knock, he opened the door and went inside, leaving San, who had been about to fight him again, outside. when San opened the door about two minutes later, he was met with books. right in his face.
"carry them, dumbass", Wooyoung demanded and San, too surprised to even protest, took the books. "see, i told you he's a bottom", Wooyoung stated, pointing at San as he turned to Yeosang who sat in his chair, unbothered by the whole scenario. San was not about to let his pride leave him like that, so he shoved the books into Wooyoungs arms. the boy's reflexes kicked in and he grabbed the books again.
"if you're that strong, i guess you can carry them yourself, right, sir?", San answered with a sickening sweet fake smile and turned on his heel to leave the room he hadn't even entered fully. he heard Wooyoung groan behind him and was sure to have heard something along the lines of this bitch, weakling, can't even admit it, will choke it out of him, but San just chuckled darkly and kept walking with Wooyoung closely behind him.
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when the last lesson finally ended, San jumped up and practically ran over to Wooyoung. the latter was not surprised, he had seen San glancing at him almost constantly and had felt the same urge. now he stood up as well, not as rushed as San but still quicker than usual, and pushed the boy against a table. San used that opportunity to sit down on the table and pulled Wooyoung closer.
if they hadn't been doubting them, people definitely were now. "i hate you with all my heart", San declared. "no need to repeat it all the time, stupid", Wooyoung answered. and with that Sann pulled him closer, legs not dangling off the edge of the table anymore but capturing Wooyoung, hands sneaking up to grab his hair. the other boy didn't hesitate to give in to the strong urge and kissed San while putting his hands on his hips.
the attention was on them and them only, many students gasping at the scenario in front of them. after watching them fight every single day over years, no one wanted to believe this.
Wooyoung pulled away again. "you're such a needy bitch", he murmured, "i should just leave you hanging." San smiled at him darkly and pulled his hair stronger than necessary. "i hate you so fucking much, Wooyoung, i really want to rip out every single hair on your head right now", he answered. they separated and without any further conversation left school, leaving so many confused people behind.
"he didn't tell you he had something going on with San, did he?", the tallest student asked another very tall one. "bro, he wouldn't even tell me of he got married", the second one answered. "can you please stop bro-zoning me, Mingi, we're literally engaged, this is giving me a headache."
".... can you drive us home please, i forgot my driver's license at home"
"MINGI YOU FUCKING DROVE HERE THIS MORNING, THIS IS ILLEGAL!"