The moment Wooyung laid his eyes on the beautiful, tall, dark haired omega, he knew he was doomed.

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Wooyoung

He laughed at his best friend's pouty expression. It was adorable when Yeosang got like this, all pouty and whiny, begging him for something. 

"Wooyoung," Yeosang whined, drawing out the syllables of his name as he gripped Wooyoung's arm and shook it. Wooyoung only laughed harder. "Wooyoung," he whined again, this time sounding slightly offended that Wooyoung couldn't stop laughing. 

"Okay, okay, alright!" Wooyoung tried to calm himself down so he could appease Yeosang who had now crossed his arms and turned slightly away from him. "I was just joking. I'll let you order chicken."

Yeosang, who had been in the process of turning further away as Wooyoung kept trying to catch his eye, whirled around, huge grin on his face. He snatched the phone from Wooyoung's outstretched hand without a word, hurrying to order before Wooyoung teased him again. 

While Yeosang ordered, Wooyoung stood up from the floor and moved towards the tv to grab the remote. He moved back to where Yeosang was happily ordering fried chicken and crouched behind him, watching over his shoulder until he was done. 

"Can we start watching the movie now?" Wooyoung asked. Yeosang nodded, handing him his phone with a grateful smile. He accepted his phone and put it on the table before practically collapsing onto the couch. "I can't believe the weekend's practically over!" he exclaimed, his tone whiny. "The weekends are too short!"

Yeosang shook his head at Wooyoung's whining and laughed before sitting next to him. "Maybe if you hadn't slept all day yesterday, it wouldn't feel so short," Yeosang snorted as Wooyoung hit him. 

The day continued with their usual bickering as they watched movie after movie and enjoyed various snacks after demolishing the fried chicken in seconds.

As day dragged into night and the room slowly became encapsuled in shadows cast by the everchanging light of the television screen, Wooyoung moved closer to Yeosang, resting his head on his best friend's shoulder mindlessly. It was a habit to be close to each other, sharing physical contact regularly, reminding each other that they were there. Sure, they could communicate just fine with words, but Wooyoung knew Yeosang understoond touch better, on a deeper level. His words could be sharp swords ready to slice at anything prone, but his touch was always gentle and it offered Wooyoung a new way to understand how his best friend was feeling. If he pushed him away when he said he was okay, Wooyoung would know he wasn't. If he embraced him or returned the touch, then Wooyoung would know he was okay. That he wanted Wooyoung there.

It was strange to consider how well they knew each other. At least, that's what their other friends had said. But Wooyoung didn't think so. He just understood that Yeosang expressed himself differently. His words were often like daggers, but it was his touch that always gave away how he was truly feeling.

So, when Wooyoung felt the familiar, soft, triple tap on the back of his hand, he couldn't hide his smile. He allowed his eyes to slip close for longer than was wise as he lost interest in the movie, Yeosang's body warmth and shoulder enticing him into a welcoming comfort. He was tired, drained after the long week. His sleeping all day was just one sign of it, he knew that. He knew Yeosang knew that. Knew that even though Yeosang teased him for it, he was concerned. Concerned about just how much he had been sleeping; how quiet he was becoming. He knew Yeosang was concerned, that his silence was scaring his close friend of 7 years, but, he didn't know what to say- how to tell his best friend that he was moving away very soon. How to tell his best friend whom he had promised to do everything with, that he couldn't keep his promise.

Wooyoung found that he couldn't  tell Yeosang. And it killed him. Killed him to smile and pretend that in a month from now, he'd still be here. Killed him to look Yeosang in the eyes and excited agree how exciting the Summer holidays would be. He hated himself for lying to Yeosang, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the truth. Everytime he tried, he lost his nerve the moment he found Yeosang's kind eyes staring at him attentively. The kind eyes only Wooyoung could see.

Wooyoung opened his eyes, his body and mind feeling fatigued even after doing nothing. Any little joy he'd had moments before had vanished. He stared blankly at the screen, unseeing as scenes flashed by. He laughed, but he didn't know why. Something funny happened, but it didn't feel funny. Nothing felt funny. Not when he was constantly counting down the days, the hours, minutes, seconds- every moment he had left with Yeosang before he moved far away.

He wanted to spend every spare chance he could with Yeosang, to enjoy whatever time he had left before he would be too far away for them to see each other unless it was on holidays- that's if Yeosang would even want to see him after he pulled a disappearing stunt. Yeosang was sensitive. He may not look like it. Hell, he looks intimidating, tough and Wooyoung had believed so too until he got to know Yeosang better. And now he knew that Yeosang was very sensitive to the world around him and his words were his only shield, his protection from the wolves that eagerly lurk in the shadows ready to tear apart any that are too weak. Figurative wolves that is.

Although, Wooyoung didn't doubt that the wolf hybrids wouldn't happily tear apart a human if they could.

Wooyoung exhaled harshly, trying to force the thoughts from his mind. He wanted to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy this.

Yeosang shifted and Wooyoung knew that he'd noticed Wooyoung's change in mood and had been waiting for a sign to acknowledge it.

"We should rest. We have early classes tomorrow," Yeosang said softly, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the movie sounds, but not any louder.

Yeosang was tired.

Wooyoung pulled away and looked at Yeosang, his eyes searching his friend's face. In it, he saw an exhaustion. An exhaustion cause by him. By Wooyoung. Guilt clenched at Wooyoung's lungs, constricting them. All his lies and secrets were stressing out Yeosang. His own cowardice was hurting his friend. The same friend he supposedly wanted to not hurt.

"Ugh, remind me why we even chose ealry classes again?" Wooyoung replied, face scrunching into a look of annoyance. But despite it all, he still wouldn't tell Yeosang. It would only hurt him more to know. It was better for him to think that things would get better eventually, that he had time to find out. It was better that way. The words did little to comfort or convince Wooyoung, but what little it did provide was enough for him to continue pretending.

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The morning came  with a bunch of groaning and whining from Wooyoung while Yeosang just rolled his eyes and grumbled about Wooyoung being the dumb one to think that they'd miraculously become morning people if they took morning classes.

They arrived to class unsurprisingly late. The professor barely spared them a glance, only wishing them a good morning before continuing on with her lecture.

Wooyoung and Yeosang hurried to their usual seats, thankfully empty due to the small size of the class and no one being interested in sitting at the table in the middle of the room.

They had just settled in and began quickly jotting down some notes the professor had written on the board about assessment dates and topics, when a knock sounded on the door.

The professor paused as the door opened and two boys peered uncertainly into the room.

"May I help you?" She asked, brows furrowed as she looked at the two who were clearly wold hybrids. Their unique scent already spreading across the room.

"Yeah, is this Narah Lee's English Film class?" The shorter wolf, the alpha, asked. Their professor nodded.

"You must be the transfers. Take a seat. I'll fill you in on what you've missed after class."

Both wolves nodded and entered the room swiftly. Wasting no time, the wolves scanned the empty spaces for a place to sit. Wooyoung's eyes widened when he realised the wolves were heading to their practically empty table.

The moment Wooyung laid his eyes on the beautiful, tall, dark haired omega following behind the alpha, he knew he was doomed.