I don't even have any excuse 💀 here's the chapter 😭

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4 years ago

Wooyoung silently turns the lock combination on his locker. His dark straight cut bangs falling into his vision a little. Slightly chapped lips in a relaxed line. He drops his backpack on the floor just as he pulls his locker door open.

Just then a taller frame sneaks up behind him. They wrap their arms around his torso, giving him a back hug. The 14 year old boy squeaks out of surprise then relaxed when he ears the dark laugh of his long time crush in his ear. He shivers at their close proximity.

"Morning babe. Did I scare you?" Matthew mutters in his ear, his lips still lingering on Wooyoung's ear lobe. Long time crush.. and now boyfriend...

"H-hi" Wooyoung felt a heat rise on his cheeks. "No. I was just c-caught off guard" He replies meekly.

Matthew  presses a firm kiss in the shorter's cheek then pulls away but still had his arm around Wooyoung's neck keeping him close. The gesture slightly messing up Wooyoung's school's uniform top.

"I'm having a get together with friends tonight, wanna come? It'll be fun" Matthew asks in a voice so deep that Wooyoung shivered at the sound.

As he puts his last textbook into his backpack he looks at Matthew with wide eyes. "Y-yeah. I'd love to come" He squeaks out in a small voice.

Matthew opens his mouth to say something but was soon distracted by a group of his basketball friends making their way down that hallway. They holler at him and he hollers back like your stereotypical jock. Wooyoung winces at their loud boyish greeting.

"Hey man, wanna go get some breakfast at the canteen before class starts?" One of them asks as they initiate one of those guy handshakes.

Matthew shakes his head and looks back at Wooyoung who shyly looks away, pretending to be busy with something in his locker. "Nah man. Gonna hang out with Woo for a while" Wooyoung's eyes widens slightly. He turned down his friends to hang out with plain 'ol me? He felt a smile creep up on his lips but he had to fight it back as he stared inside his locker.

"Alright. Bros before hoes but to hell with that right?" The group begins laughing teasingly. Matthew laughs, smacking one of them on the back of his head playfully.

"Man shut up. I'll catch up with you guys later" He waves them off as he leans on the locker beside Wooyoung.

They reply with a series of "see ya" as they continued their way down the hall. Matthew looks back at Wooyoung, head now leaning on the grey locker next to Wooyoung's open one.

"You turned down your friends?" Wooyoung speaks out, his voice so quiet Matthew barely caught what he said.

"Yeah... but that's because I wanted to spend time with my boyfriend" He replies with a half smile, his hand making it's way up to the side of Wooyoung's face. His thumb grazing the shorter's slightly chubby pink cheeks.

Wooyoung looks back at him with wide eyes and before he could register what was happening Matthew had leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. Wooyoung felt his insides flutter as his eyes slides close.

It had only been a few days since he confessed to Matthew and since they became official. And every day had been a reminder to Wooyoung of just how truly perfect Matthew is. The perfect boyfriend he'd only ever dreamt about or saw in films. He was still convinced the basketball athlete was only a figment of his imagination.

Matthew pulled back and laughs a little when he takes in Wooyoung's dazed expression. "You're so cute. C'mon, let's go get some food. I'm starving"

Wooyoung didn't trust his voice not to crack so he nods. Cheeks red and bottom lip caught between his teeth. Soon they were off and towards the canteen, with Matthew's arm around Wooyoung's shorter frame.

Wooyoung felt himself turn to mush whenever Matthew was around. He felt like his love and admiration for the older had grown significantly after he confessed and Matthew reciprocated his feelings. Just being in his arms made him so happy.

Unknowing to him he had no idea how quickly things would change...

Present time

Wooyoung saunters back into BC's bedroom after having just used the bathroom. His was clad in his boxer shorts and the man's shirt which was several sizes too big so it fell past his butt and ended just on his mid thigh.

He hops on the bed and beside BC who still layed in bed with the sheets covering his lower half. The older typed away at his phone, probably texting his next bootycall. Who knows.

Wooyoung pouts and wraps an arm around BC's toned torso then places his chin on his chest. "I'm bored" He says.

BC looks at him briefly from his phone. "I'm tired as fuck Woo, we can't go another round"

Wooyoung shakes his head. "That's not that I meant. Let's do something"

"Like what?" He replies absentmindedly.

"Like.." Wooyoung starts. "Like go see a movie?"

BC raises a brow at him. His expression one of confusion. "You're kidding"

Wooyoung takes in his look of disbelief then he quickly scrambles to save the atmosphere from becoming awkward. He laughs at himself. "Gotcha.. it was a test"

BC smirks and scoffs at him then keeps doing whatever he was doing. "I was gonna say. Whatever happened to 'let's keep it surface level'?"

Wooyoung forces a smirk back then sits up. "I'm gonna get some air in your backyard" BC simply hums in acknowledgement not sparing him a glance.

Not caring that he was half naked, Wooyoung made his way to the backdoor, phone in hand. It was already nightfall. He slides the glass door open and steps out onto the cool concrete patio. The cool summer night air blowing his long dark slightly.

He releases an exasperated sigh, shuts the door and sits down on the on of the concrete stair. Then he sat in silence. His own thoughts consuming him. He couldn't explain why but at that moment he felt so... sad? Hopeless? Empty? He couldn't put into words but it wasn't a feeling foreign to him.

Every once in a while this same feeling would come, he'd go have drunk sex with some stranger and everything would go back to normal. He brings his knees up to his chest and presses his face into his knees then releases a shaky breath.

I hate this feeling so fucking much.

His chest hurt and he felt tears sting at his eyes. Why do I feel so miserable? Fuck. He rubs at his eyes profusely keeping his tears at bay. Then looks at his phone which stood out against the ash colored concrete stair.

He opens it and his fingers immediately flies to a certain someone's contact. Before he could even think about what he was going to say he hits call. It rings once before San's voice calls out through the loud speaker.

"Wooyoung?"

"San.. hi" He says with little to no emotion.

"Are you hurt? What's going?"

"No. I'm fine. I just... wanted to hear your voice"

A moment of silence ensues.

"O-oh. Ok uhm.. where are you right now?"

"Still at BC's"

Another moment of silence. San felt the wheels in his head turn as he contemplated and thought of what to say next.

"Come back home.."

Wooyoung laughs shortly as he places the phone back down on the concrete. He runs his hand through his messy hair, pulling it out of his face momentarily then it falls back forward once again. "Why?"

"Because it's late... and I wanna see you" San's voice calls out through the small device.

Wooyoung looks at his phone in deep thought. "Are our parents home?"

"No. Why?"

"I'm on my way" Wooyoung immediately gets up from the stair, taking his phone up with him. "I'll see you in a few"

"O-ok?" San replies, still unsure of what Wooyoung's plan is.

Wooyoung ends the call then made his way back in. He goes to change into his clothes but saw that BC was no longer in his room. After changing, he slides his phone into the back pocket of his jeans then made his way towards the kitchen where he knew BC most likely was.

As predicted the older male was seated by the open kitchen window, a cigarette between his lips. Shirtless and had nothing but loose fitting joggers. Upon Wooyoung's appearance BC pulls the cigarette out from his mouth then releases a small puff of smoke.

"You're leaving?" He questions.

"Yeah.. my mom wants me home as soon as possible" Wooyoung lies.

"Ok, text me when you get home"

"Yeah. Later" Wooyoung was already at the door.

Wooyoung took the next bus home and practically sprinting down the few blocks to his house, up the stairs and to the front door. He rang the bell several times.

Not even 5 seconds later, San opens the door and Wooyoung immediately presses his lips to San's in a heated kiss. San was taken back but hungrily returns it at first then he quickly realized what was happening. But he didn't want to stop.

Wooyoung pushed himself into the house, shutting the door once he was in. San pushes him against the now closed door, heads angled as their kiss deepens. Wooyoung's hand latches unto the bottom of San's shirt and attempts to pull the piece of clothing off.

San finally breaks away. "Woo, what's going on?" He asks with a shaky breath.

Wooyoung doesn't respond. Instead he yanks his own shirt off and throws it across the hall. "Fuck my brains out" He orders darkly, his hands quickly undoing his belt buckle.

San didn't know what to say. He just stared Wooyoung right in the eyes as the younger began busying himself by slipping into San's pants and wrapping his cold hand around San's soft cock.

San's whimpers at the gingerly. "Ah- a-are you gonna tell me what's got you so horny?"

"I'm always horny. Now stop talking" He whispers against San's lips before reconnecting and resuming the wet kiss.

San felt himself get hard the longer the sex drive lingered in the air. He quickly takes Wooyoung's hand out of his pants then pulls him towards his bedroom. Wooyoung immediately follows without complaint.

Once in the confines of San's room they begin undressing simultaneously. Wooyoung taking off his jeans as well as boxer briefs and San taking off his shirt and sweatpants.

They begin kissing again while standing, their naked bodies pressing against each other. San felt his hearr beat rapidly in his chest and he held both sides of Wooyoung's face and kissed him so gingerly. The room felt hot despite them both being naked.

Wooyoung stumbles back onto the bed, bringing San down with him. Then he flips them so that he was on top of San. He straddles San's hips and begins humping and rubbing their bare dicks together. San felt intoxicated at the pleasure.

His hands on Wooyoung's hips guiding his hurried movements. "Oh g-god" Wooyoung whimpers out. Hands on both sides of San's head as he leaned forward, his long dark hair grazing San's forhead occasionally.

"Lube. Where's your lube?" Wooyoung asks breathlessly.

"Bottom drawer" He points to his dresser.

Wooyoung immediately scrambles across the room, yanks the drawer open and grabs the tube of lubricant. He returns to San then pours some on the older's stiff dick, slicking it up and down his solid shaft.

He tosses the lube to the side then throws his leg over San's hips once again. He holds up San's dick and slowly brought himself down on the length. Since he wasn't stretched before hand the pain shot up his spine but he didn't care. Perhaps it was the pain that distracted him from feeling like the miserable person he felt like earlier.

"A-ah" He whines with mouth agape. San moans lowly as Wooyoung's heat slowly swallowed up his dick. His hands on the younger's pale hips, gripping tightly.

"S-shit" San throws his head back when Wooyoung pulls up and sits back down but even deeper. That was the first time they were doing it raw. And San couldn't believe how much more toe curling the feeling was. Just being able to be inside Wooyoung like this. It almost made him cum and they'd barely started.

Wooyoung moans slightly as he begins humping himself up and down San's shaft. His bottom lip caught between his teeth. San's own moans joining his soon after in bouncing around the walls of the bedroom.

Wooyoung's movement becomes faster. He leans foward on the bed again, hands on both sides of San's head, and he moves his ass up and down San's member. San admired Wooyoung's pleasured face. It was something he would never get tired of seeing.

He holds Wooyoung's hips steady then begins rapidly thrusting up into him. Wooyoung releases a series of loud curses and moans. "Ah..! San.. oh god" His voice thick like honey.

San felt his release fast approaching. A thin layer of sweat glistens on his forehead as he chased his high. Their moist skins slap loudly against each other. Wooyoung felt his legs turn to jello once a particular pit begins burning in his lower stomach.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, oh god" He whimpers. San's thrusting doesn't let up. San squeezes Wooyoung's hips when he too felt like he'd be cumming any second now.

A few more seconds of intense deep fast thrust was all it took for Wooyoung to come undone. His eyes cross over slightly as he came over and over on San's stomach. He moans loudly gripping the sheets next to San's head. The muscles in his legs tensed as he spasms and releases all he had on San.

The clenching of his asshole causes San to fall over the edge as well. He releases his load deep inside Wooyoung. His own moan matching that of Wooyoung's. They cum together.

San rides out his high before finally pulling out his member. A few drops of his semen pouring out of Wooyoung's gaping hole.

Wooyoung falls forward on San's chest in a tired grunt, not having the energy to do anything. They stay like that for a few minutes. San enjoying the soft rhythmic sounds of Wooyoung's heart beating.

He could feel Wooyoung's warm breaths on his neck, his long jet black hair tickling his cheek a little. "Woo?" He calls out warily.

"Hmm" Wooyoung hums in response.

"We should clean up before going to bed"

Wooyoung doesn't say anything at first then he sits up, pushing his messy hair away from his eyes. They hurriedly clean up and were soon snuggled up underneath the sheets.

Wooyoung pushing his face into San's chest and trying to fall asleep to his natural scent. His hand thrown around San's torso. Their legs pressed against the other's and tangled.

The room was quiet for few moments that's when San hears it. Wooyoung sniffs as of trying to hold back a cry.

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Crying 🥲 cb march 1st im gonna pass out