Alright ya'll. Here we go.

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San's POV

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It was finally, finally, Friday. All morning I felt wound and restless. Wooyoung's notebook lay nestled in between mine, disguised brilliantly. I drummed my fingers on my desk, glancing at the clock above the door. Just five more minutes until lunch, and then this could really begin. We could finally humiliate him once and for all. No way he would keep this up after this.

I nearly leapt from my skin when the bell rang. I gathered my belongings in my arms and practically sprinted out of the classroom. I deposited everything but his notebook into my locker. His I put in my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder. I strolled casually to the lunch room. I spotted Wooyoung easily. He sat in the far corner, away from everyone, hunched over what looked like another notebook. I rolled my eyes. Yeosang sat across from him, picking at a tray of food and babbling even though Wooyoung wasn't paying him any attention.

"You got here early," Mingi commented as I sat across from him. I slung my bag onto the table, dropping into place. Mingi slid a carton of milk across the table to me, which I accepted. I took a swig, glancing around. A very packed cafeteria today, brimming with life and buzzing with nonstop conversation.

"When are you going to do it?" Yunho's voice joined the general humdrum. I grinned wickedly as he sat beside Mingi, a sandwich in his hands. He unwrapped his food, shooting me curious glances from time to time. "Aren't you bursting?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant when in reality I definitely felt like I might pop. "This is what you've waited all week for," Yunho pointed out.

"I know," I answered breezily. "Not quite yet. Let everyone get good and settled so we have a big audience for this." I also kind of felt like I might throw up all over the table if I tried to do it right now. I needed to calm my own nerves first. I took the time to look around some more. I caught sight of Jongho, sitting by himself in the opposite corner, meticulously working through his lunch, his head down. A small part of me wanted to approach him and apologize. Maybe brush the hair from his eyes again like we all used to take turns doing before we all split up. Maybe force him to give me a hug because he loathed skinship but we did it anyway. I forced myself to look away.

Okay. Show time.

I stood up slowly, catching Mingi and Yunho's attention. I took a couple deep breathes, shooing away the last of the nerves. I hauled myself on top of the table, my backpack dangling from my fingers.

"ATTENTION PLEASE!" I hollered over the noise. Instantly a hush spread over the crowd as hundreds of sets of eyes turned to face me. Including the two in the corner. I smirked, reaching into my bag and pulling out my prize. When Wooyoung saw what it was, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "I have a little story for you," I continued, dropping my bag at my feet. People began to murmur, turning to their tablemates in confusion. "Today's story is brought to you by none other than Wooyoung. Listen carefully! This is his pride and joy!" I flipped open to chapter twenty-five. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Yeosang rising. But I loudly cleared my throat.

"'Come on Kookie,' Taehyung begged, leaning over his lover's body. He threaded their fingers together, squeezing gently. 'I know you can do this. I believe in you.'

But Taehyung wasn't so sure how much of that he did believe any more. It had been weeks since the accident, and Jungkook had shown no signs of getting any better. At first Taehyung really believed things would get better. The first few days after, his world would randomly flick back into color for a few seconds. But after the fourth incident even that halted, and Taehyung was left in a mess of blacks, whites, and greys once again.

He hated it. He hated this. Jungkook and him... They were supposed to be forever. His world was supposed to be brilliant and bright, not dull and lifeless.

Beepbeepbeepbeep.

'Code Blue! Code Blue!' Suddenly they were surrounded, and Taehyung was swept aside as doctors swarmed the bed. Jungkook's monitor, which had been quiet up until this point, beeped erratically, confusing and scaring Taehyung, who huddled in the corner of the room, his knees to his chest.

'Kookie...' he mumbled, reaching out feebly. 'No... Can't lose you too...'"

By this point the whole cafeteria was in hysterics, howling their laughter so loud I was surprised the walls weren't shaking. My fingers trembled as I flipped a few more pages, skimming the words. This story... This plot... It was so familiar to me by now I could probably quote it to him. This was Color My World.

Which meant Wooyoung, the boy that I despised because he was different and made his life hell, was BangtanBadBoi.

"I..." I tried to pick up where I left off, but I couldn't do it. Wooyoung was the author of my favorite stories. Wooyoung was the reason I loved Namjin. And Jihope. And Taekook. Wooyoung was the reason I kept coming back to Wattpad every day. "Wooyoung..." I called weakly, dropping off the table. For so long, he stood rooted in his spot, his eyes darting around as people pointed and laughed. I caught his eye and his expression instantly crumpled on itself. A hundred emotions flicked across his expression. Betrayal. Hurt. Confusion. Anger. Sadness. Finally he shoved passed Yeosang and fled down the hall.

"Wooyoung!" Yeosang called. Then; "CHOI FUCKING SAN!" Before I even knew what was happening, Yeosang was on me, delivering blow after blow. I didn't fight him back. I couldn't. I let him hit me. My face. My chest. My stomach. Whatever he wanted. "How could you?!" he screamed at me. "Don't you have a heart? Don't you care about him at all?"

Yes.

"Yeosang, jesus!" Someone lifted Yeosang off me. Yunho. He held him back as he struggled against his hold. "What happened?" Yunho questioned me. "I thought you were going to read the whole thing?" Yeosang rounded on him, his eyes blazing.

"You were all in on it?" he asked, shoving Yunho's arms away. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. I slowly sat up, groaning and holding my side. "You guys are sick. How could we ever be friends with you?" He turned to me, snatching the notebook from my fingers. "If I see you even looking at Wooyoung the wrong way I'll break your face, do you understand?" I could only nod, the lump in my throat too big to allow speech. His expression morphed from anger to disgust. And finally settled on disappointed. "I thought so much better of you San. How could you do such a heartless thing to him? These stories are precious to him. I don't even get to read what he writes." But I did. Every week I got to read the beautiful worlds he'd created. "Whatever." Yeosang shook his head, slipping the notebook under his arm. "Don't talk to Wooyoung ever again. He doesn't need to be friends with you." And with that Yeosang marched off after Wooyoung. I sat on the dirty cafeteria floor, my world falling to bits around me.

"Are you okay?" Someone reached their hand out to me. Mingi. I looked up to him, swatting his hand away. I deserved to be down here. "Jesus, Yeosang is a little spitfire," he added. "That was comedy gold." Slowly tears welled in my eyes as the weight of what I'd done crashed into me like a bullet train at full speed.

Wooyoung was BangtanBadBoi. He was the one I'd spent weeks building a bond with. Telling my troubles to. Singing praises to. He was the one who said he wanted to kiss me, and I had actually wanted that to be real.

Wooyoung was the boy I was falling in love with over messages, and I'd just humiliated him in front of hundreds of people. He would never forgive me for this.

You're just like your parents. Destroying everything you love. Wooyoung never deserved you. You're just a heartless monster.

"No..." I croaked, swiping at my eyes to rid them of their wetness. "I'm not..."

"San hyung?" I glanced up briefly, dropping my gaze when a figure crouched in front of me. Jongho. For so long I mourned the loss of his friendship when all I had to do was walk up to him. And now here he was. I could feel his eyes raking up and down my person. I mustered up enough courage to finally meet his steely gaze. He frowned. "You're an ass, you know it?" I winced, his words like a slap in the face. Or a punch to the gut. Either or was fitting at this point. "And here I thought we could all be friends again."

"Jongho ah, I'm sorry," I blurted. He arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully. His hair flopped into his face, and I resisted the urge to reach out and brush it away. "I'm sorry," I repeated. He shook his head, rising at last.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," he said simply. Then he, too, took off in the direction Wooyoung went. My hand flew up to my cheek, cradling it. I was sure by the end of the day it would be swollen. But right now I didn't care. The pain outside couldn't even touch the pain inside.

"What happened there?" Yunho questioned again, leaning down so we were eye to eye. "You hesitated. Why? You've been dying to read that put loud all week. That was your big moment. But you stopped."

"Because..." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I know that story. So, so well. I love that story. And all his stories. Because Wooyoung is Bangtan Bad Boi, a Wattpad author I adore. I've read all of his stories to date. He's the reason I like BTS at all." Yunho's jaw went slack.

"Oh," he said. "Why did you never tell us this stuff before now?" A hint of accusation coated the last few words, and I couldn't even blame him.

"Because it's not me!" I exclaimed. "The Choi San everyone knows doesn't curl himself onto the end of his couch in thick blankets to read fanfictions. He doesn't laugh at silly stories or cry at emotional ones. Hell, he doesn't cry period. The Choi San you guys know isn't a fanboy."

"And why not?" Yunho asked, his hands on his hips. "Because it makes you a freak too?" I winced again, finally rising and sitting myself in a seat. "I knew you were hiding something from us," Yunho continued. I put my head on the table. "It's not like we would have judged you, you know." I weakly waved a hand around.

"They would have," I mumbled. "I wasn't worried about you guys. I was worried about the others. No one would look at me the same way if they knew the truth." For so long we sat in silence, no one daring to say anything else. The cafeteria lapsed back into it's general buzz, everyone already moving on to a new topic. But my stunt would not easily be forgotten. I knew that much.

"Jongho said it best," Yunho decided at last. "You're an ass." I sighed, all the fight leaving me. I was. I was a monster. "What now?" Yunho asked. I shook my head. I just wanted this nightmarish day to be over.

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Wooyoung's POV

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They know your secret.

They know who you are.

They know what you do.

You're so disgusting.

You should just stop.

Wouldn't it be so much better if you were normal?

Stop. Stop. Please...

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Oof. Big oof. Also Savage has decided to join the party twice in a row. Thanks A.C.E I didn't need to concentrate anyway.