In fourth grade, San fought with a boy in his class. They fought over which flavour of Capri was more superior, and whether batman or superman was the reigning champion.

San threw wailing hands at the other boy in defence of Batman of course.

Batman is better, realistically speaking.

And realistically speaking, Wooyoung's fists have no business stinging as much as they did.

The blow landed on his right cheek, and San was sure he could taste blood. Wooyoung's body weight knocked him down to floor with a loud thud. San can see it replay in slow motion, heck, him processing it is in slow motion.

"Wooyoung stop this! Please"

Is what San thinks he hears. But he is hearing Wooyoung's heaving and heavy breathing.

"You guys! Stop!"

The angry aggressor, straddled San's lap and purposefully begun using his hand to strangle San's neck. Veiny hand on neck, whining Jasmine in the background, and a seemingly defenceless San painted one hell of a picture.

San doesn't do much. He lets Wooyoung have the two seconds of power. He suffers the boy's weight on top of him, a ringing in his head from the impact of the fall, and a shortage of air from Wooyoung's hands straining his air pathways.

Coughs and coughs and coughs wheeze out of an overpowered San.

"Why the fuck are you smiling? You're probably getting off on this huh ? " Wooyoung words were not above a whisper but alas in a tone of rage.

San was smiling, near fainting from lack of air, but still smirking for some reason.

He must think he is in a super villain movie or some shit. Wooyoung actually contemplates letting his hand stay where it is. Where it can kill.

But he ends up loosening it.

"You're pathetic." Is the first thing San croaks out weakly with a laugh.

And as Wooyoung is about to swing again, San grasps the incoming power hit in his own hand. The counter force hurts. But he has felt worse. He's dealt worse.

"What are you even fighting for ? A girl who isn't your girl?"

"You're giving her too much credit. I'd beat your ass for a sandwitch and less"

And San again laughs, hissing in between guffaws, and wincing from the tearing of skin on his cheek.

"If it's a fight you want, then schedule that shit properly. I'll give it to you since you miss me so much Woo"

Wooyoung hated being called Woo. Nicknames in general. He has a government name for a reason.

And hell no to missing this goofy. They see each every other week despite being in different schools. Mrs Choi and his mother host book club Wednesdays, and Wooyoung always see's San whenever he's delivering food for the ladies book club.

Or on Sundays, when San and his siblings come over to his with their mother for their after church hangouts.

There isn't anything to miss. There isn't even a time where San isn't in the picture for some reason.

"Do you always talk in dumb comebacks and phrases?" Wooyoung asked mockingly.

They are still on the floor. Wooyoung on top of San. Jasmine fled the scene. Wooyoung's long hair tied in a low effort knot with pink scrunchie.

It's cute.

San wants to tell him him it's cute. But this is supposed to be a fight.

"No. I do it for you only" The sooner those words left San's mouth, the sooner a pouty kiss is gestures towards Wooyoung.

And it's enough to disgust Wooyoung. It's enough for him to shove San, and get up.

The only time that they are ever close, is when they are tackling each on the field. Or when they fought last time. This time San didn't fight back. Barely. Wooyoung knows the man can fight. He is patronising Wooyoung on purpose.

And now that Wooyoung had caught on, he finally had enough and stood to his feet.

"Fuck you"

"You cuss a lot."

"You're as ugly as a happy mea- ugh fuck it! Don't mess with me Choi."

With that, Wooyoung took leave. Storming off without looking for Jasmine.

Wooyoung was convinced that San was obsessed with him. Why else Jasmine? So many girls to choose from and he goes for her ?

"What about Jasmine?"

"Who ?"

•

"What the hell happened to you?" Is the first thing Yunho says when he sees San.

Yunho is unfiltered. And says before before thinking. He and the team are stretching first thing in the early hours on the field.

It was proposed early on in the year, that the The blue bears would undergo intense training for this year's upcoming championship games. That meant waking up earlier than the other school learners and doing extra practice.

Pretty sure that's that's not completely legal, but what Captain wants, Captain gets.

"You're overreacting"

"No... you're undereacting. Did you get into a fight with a cat on your way here?" Yunho tsked.

He is wearing the practice uniform. It's purple colour, the green of the field grass, and the blue yellow hues of the early morning are so pleasing to witness. San likes it. Although recognising that he may be partially colour blind as his mother sometimes jokes, he loves colour.

"Well....that checks out I guess" San chuckled.

He starts the routinely stretches. And it feels like a million little sparks set of at the feel of his tendons and ligaments releasing the tension. He extends his arms as he bends over routinely.

He had been betting on releasing the built up sexual frustration when Jasmine invited herself over to his place. She's hella pretty. A little taken, but not enough not to give her chance. Jasmine had been pining over him for a while now, and he....well... only cared now that he needed company.

"Is he here yet?"

"Captain?" Jongho provided. Spawning out of nowhere.

"Shit! Jongho, maybe not creep up on me like that huh?"

"Where is he ?"

"He's on his way. Said something about being a little held up somewhere." Jongho confirmed.

"It better be important! "

"Yeah" Another teammate chimed in.

A/N
Next chapter is...... drumroll please..... Seongjoong. I couldn't help myself 🤭

I love y'all btw... thank you for reading.

I need to learn to write longer chapters Fr😭

Anyways, bye bye.