South Korea hates North Korea (allegedly for legal purposes)

Nigeria hates Ghana (Allegedly for legal reasons )

Beckley town hates Melville town ( alleged or not, no one cares)

San hates Wooyoung ( certainly beyond legal means)

Simply, everything can be put onto one big domino chain timeline.

Domino 1 🎴 Back in nineteen-seventy-whatever a civil war broke out between the industrial growing towns of Melville and Beckley respectively.

Domino 2🎴 That aggression never died, it lived on in the form of sport and competition throughout the years. Some years Beckley claimed victory with many accolades to their name and other years Melville the same.

Domino 3 🎴 The two most prestigious highschools from each town respectively are set to have a showdown to pick a regional representative every four years.

Domino 4 🎴 San attends Beckley Institution and is head captain of the football team. Wooyoung is head and star player of Melville High. They are rivals.

Domino 5 🎴 San stole Wooyoung's girlfriend?

The dominoes tip over and cascade one fateful one day because of a single buttdial.

Yes. Ridiculous to say. But here's how it happened:

"That's why I'd choose thot daughter...." Wooyoung concluded with a loud fist banging the locker.

The other guys in the locker room only laughed, and clowned any answer to come out of that hypothetical.

"Bro answer your phone...that samsun ringtone is giving me nightmares"

Wooyoung had set the Samsung ringtone on his none Samsun phone as a joke.

He reached into his locker, and swiped right to answer.

The rest of the team continue with locker room etiquette. Smacking each other wet white towels, and horsing around.

Wooyoung of course answers the phone right there, admist of all his teammates.

"Hello?"

No audible response. Checking the caller ID, he notices it's Jasmine.

His all around friend's with benefits girl. Or how Belle puts it, a 'sitautionship'.

"Jas ?"

No audible voice. But sounds start eminate from the recipient's side.

Strange sounds.

'Mhhhs' 'nghhs' and 'uuhh'  Pg16 sounds.

Groans and moans.

Just totally inappropriate sounding sounds.

"San'ah!"

The pitchy voice was unmistakable. It was Jasmine. Jasmine Miller gasping out the name San while seemingly unaware that she had mistakenly called Wooyoung on the phone.

Blood boiling. Face red. Fists clenching. Wooyoung begins to realise what is happening in the background of this call....

If Jasmine loved whoring around so much why even ask for more in their relationship? Why call him to let him know that she is currently getting nasty with fuckass San out of all people ?

Wooyoung cuts the call abruptly. Seething. It's sticky as hell in the shower room. And that's not exactly helping his mood.

"Where are you going Young'ah ? No Mario cart today ?" Mingi called out seeing his friend bolt his way out of the locker room.

Mingi very much relaxed. Towel hanging
On his waist. Toothbrush in his mouth.

"I'm taking your car by the way.... just a friendly meeting with a friend. It's urgent." Wooyoung provided. He already had raided Mingi's gym bag.

"What?! Last time you ran off you crashed into a mailbox bruh....wait!-"

Too no success, Mingi's words were faded into the busybody bustle of the lockeroom.

Mingi was right.

The car is swerving and unsteady. It's after school hours. Other learners are loitering around parking lots and frontyards of surrounding houses.

Wooyoung is irresponsibly raging and driving down St Monica street. San's street. Three blocks away from the school.

He knows San's home like the back of his hand, all from a very young age. Unwillingly to add.

There's an unspoken agreement between the two, that despite their feud and rivalry, the friendship of their mothers respectively is something to be kept low-key.

No one needs to know, especially the two rival schools, that San and Wooyoung are tragically linked because of their mothers undying friendship since their birth.

"Siri?"

"What are some mean insults to say to someone? "

"you're so ugly you'd make a happy meal cry"

"That's lame" Wooyoung sighed.

"Where can I get a legal gun in my nearest location?"

"Wonderland State Region maintains a zero-firearm tolerance. If you are you in position of breached Security, inquire with law enforcement for further-"

"Aht..Aht... thank you for that useless information."

"Pleasure to help Wooyoung " The robotic voice supplied syrupy sweet.

Soon the car stops. Coming to a halt after stopping in front of the yellow picket town house.

It pisses Wooyoung off that the daisies infront of that booger's house are so pretty. That the clouds and sunlight luminate a sparkle onto the house and street overall.

He doesn't knock.

It's 24 St Monica street.

He knows Mrs Choi is at work. He knows that the door isn't locked for shit. This is the safest neighborhood if one ever existed.

Upon 'technically' breaking an entrance, He marches over to the place he suspects.

Jasmine is here.

Her crusty converse are right by the door.

"Jasmine!"

"Jasmine! I know you're in this house with that boogerface San...come on out.... San come here and face me bxtch!"

And they did appear.

Clothed barely put on. Hair a mess.

San and Jasmine.

"Baby....w-hat..uh- what are you doing here ?"

Jasmine is panicked. She's bolting down the stairs to her ....well.... other situationship.

Blonde hair bouncing everywhere each step. Lips still freshly swollen. She ran to an approaching Wooyoung.

"Who's baby? That ninkampoop or me ? " Wooyoung cackled mockingly. Darkly. Real hurt actually lingered in his tone.

But she doesn't deserve that satisfaction.

"You can't just break into my house buddy" San chuckled following Jasmine down the stairs.

He looks better put together compared to Jasmine.

"Come get buddy with my fists Sannie. You're a coward" Wooyoung spat venomously. He's charging towards him, disregarding Jasmine's attempts to touch and console him.

"How did you even- San did you plan this?!" Jasmine asked. She's panicking. Just a week ago she confessed real feelings for Wooyoung. She really did.

"How am I supposed to know? Maybe he's a psychic or some shit. He knows when I'm taking his-

"Shut the fuck up!"

Wooyoung didn't just to scream in rage this time.

No. That friendly fist greeted San's face as he pounced on the bigger, mind due larger in size boy.

A/N
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