#i kid u not there's gonna be at LEAST 50 layers just for the head alone

[blueskyheadleft010]

Finally kicking my butt into gear and working on some vector animation stuff :P

I'm not usually this thorough about stuff, but with what I'm doing imma have a bunch of technical movements, so I wanted to give everyone a sneak peek at me building an Uzi vector puppet :D

[yeosanqtuary]

with u - pt. 4

☆ - list of chapters

☆ - all content are fictional.

san didn't know why, but his chest started to throb in pain.

"ouch. i can feel your pain by 50%," san could hear yeosang start to breathe heavier than he usually did. 

san didn't want to attract anymore unnecessary attention, so he endured the pain and tried not to show it in any way. he was pretty good at enduring pain, plus it wasn’t really that painful(at least to san).

"aw. i don't want to spoil the fun for you just one day in this universe. oh well,"

w-what fun is there to spoil?

"i really want to tell you, but i'm nice so i won't. you'll have to figure it out yourself!"

what! aren't you here to help me figure things out!

"you're right! but i assist you in figuring them out. i've already given you a big clue, actually,"

ugh, damn it. the pain won't stop. i hate this.

"oh, you won't. it's gonna stop in a few seconds. about time, now!" yeosang giggled and appeared in mini-form on san's desk. he sat comfortably on the little space between san's index and thumb that was gripping a pen.

there was a knock on the door and a familiar boy entered without waiting for a response or whatsoever. he swept his hand across his soft, black hair through the middle as he looked up from the book he was holding. his hair fell back down on his eyes lightly, making him look attractive as f. just that simple gesture made san's chest throb a little more. maybe his heart had accelerated, too.

"hi, miss yoo. you forgot your book back in class 1D," his silvery voice somehow soothed the pain by a lot.

"ah, thank you wooyoung! i was wondering where i had misplaced it. you may return to your class now," miss yoo dismissed him quickly and san somehow felt a little sad.

"please be careful next time!" wooyoung bowed his head and left the room. immediately, girls around him started to discuss.

"wtf was that!!!!!! he just did that thing, right???"

"yesss!!!! that was totally the killing move!!! omg his hand though!!!"

"omg he's kiling me!!!! so sexy!!!"

um. he rolled his eyes, but can't help but feel a little... annoyed? or...

"jealous. you're jealous," yeosang had hopped off his hand, chuckling.

of what?

"jealous for. not of,"

what?

"forget it. you'll know someday," yoesang took one last look at him and disappeared in thin air.

hey, wait! help me pull out the information screen and check that boy's details!

"of course. but you can call him by his name, though,"

yeah, yeah.

jung wooyoung... he hadn't met someone with this name in his past life. not even on the job.

"here you go, information about him!"

jung wooyoung, 15.

birthday: 26 november

soulmate: -

mother, father, younger brother

likes chicken, dislikes spiders etc

mutual friends: yunho, mingi, seonghwa, hongjoong

he knows yunho? how come i didn't even know that?

"yeah. about the letter... you really can't recall? not even in this life's memories?"

san frowned, thinking again. he shook his head.

"okay, look. you made a bet with mingi that if the cafeteria sold beef this week, you'd do anything he says. so that dumbass dared you to write a love letter to wooyoung, whose popularity among the girls and even the seniors, is huge,"

oh... so that's what the letter is all about.

"oh yeah. one more thing–the events that occur in this universe won't really match up with the ones in your original universe. so don't bother searching your past memories next time," yeosang chuckled, turning off the virtual screen.

"that's all for today. please go home and work on pages 40 to 43," miss yoo's voice suddenly came into focus after all this time. seems like yeosang has also retreated.

"hey! thanks for earlier, buddy! i'll help you with that letter as promised!" yunho winked and swung an arm around san's neck.

"uh... hahah, no thanks. i think i'd rather write it myself," san smiled awkwardly, rejecting his offer. it would be weird for someone else to write your own love letter, anyway.

"woah, you're really serious on this? y'know, it doesn't matter if you don't write it. i can always tell mingi-"

"nah. i'll just do it, since i've already agreed. don't wanna let him down,".

"okay then. you do you, i guess. but you do sound like you kinda like him," yunho whispered, giggling.

"wooyoung?" right after he finished his sentence, his face started to heat up.

"wow, wow, wow! we have a situation here!" yunho exclaimed, patting san's back.

"wow, wow, wow, what's going on?" mingi, who had just entered their class for his next lesson started to holler at the top of his lungs. everyone in the classroom started to look at the trio.

"oh, would you shut up, song," san groaned, rolling his eyes.

"mingi! san might have a crush!" yunho had stood up beside mingi and leaned close to his ear, whispering.

"oooh! on jung?"

"yes!!!!"

"..." san was speechless.

"that's great then! i'm the one who brought y'all together, shouldn't you treat me something?" mingi teased, swinging an arm around san just like yunho did earlier.

"oh, what period is it now? it's chemistry, right? toodles, i'm off to my next location!" san ignored both of their protests and stormed out of the classroom. 

“hey, choi san! you’d better treat me to lunch tomorrow!” mingi shouted gravelly as he watched san leave.

 once he was fully out of the class, he revealed a small smile. yunho and mingi were still the same old annoying kiddos. “hey, choi san! you better treat me to lunch tomorrow!”

there was once where san had showed this new girl around school because she bumped into him while being lost. the two boys teased him about it for the next few days or so. thinking back, san didn’t really mind back then. so why did he mind so much now? besides, they were a bunch of high school kids who were growing up, after all. 

before san could think of anything else, he felt a dull pain on his chest. 

“ah... i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention-agh!” it was wooyoung. he suddenly clutched his stomach in pain and collapsed to the floor. it was as if he had food poisoning. 

“h-hey, what’s wrong?” san shouted tremulously, holding wooyoung up from his shoulders. should he bring him to the nurse’s office? should he report to a teacher first?

wooyoung’s breath started to get heavier and san could see that a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead. without a thought, san placed wooyoung’s arm around his neck and carried him up on his arms. 

“i-i’m fine, you d-don’t have to bring me anywhere,” wooyoung said breathily, tapping lightly on san’s chest. however, san didn’t slow down at all. “no, i insist! what if there’s something wrong-”

“no, no, i’m really fine now. you can put me down,” wooyoung strangulated, using more force to hit san’s chest now.

“what? but what if it comes back-” san was cut off yet again. 

“i’m sure it won’t. this has happened before. i know this feeling,” somehow, wooyoung’s face was red and was still breathing heavily.

“your condition. i don’t trust you. what if this time it continues? nope, i’m not letting that happen,” san’s tone was strict, but was filled with nothing but gentleness. 

“...you idiot,”

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