San stared at wooyoung for a moment, contemplating. "Uh, Wooyoung. Driving you around like this is already crossing a boundary that should never be crossed between a teacher and a student, wouldn't this be too far?" the man breathed, thoughts running through his head quickly.

"No, Mr.Choi. It'll be fine, I promise"

"but it's a bit..."

"It's nothing, you're like my mentor or something"

"Am i?"

"Yeah" Wooyoung blinked with innocent eyes, though his mind thought only dirty things. San sighed heavily, "a mentor.." The man scoffed under his breath after turning off the car. They both got out of the car and went to the door, San unlocked it and allowed wooyoung to enter first.

"Your house is...big."

"Thanks"

San walked in front of Wooyoung, going toward the kitchen. "Want a drink?" He called out from the kitchen, Wooyoung looked around a bit more before following where san had went. "Sounds good" he finally replied.

San hummed and pulled out vodka from the fridge, Wooyoung stared with raised eyebrows as his teacher was mixing alcoholic drinks right in front of him. "Uh...Mr.Choi,"

"Call me san outside of school, sweetheart."

"Right. Well, San....i'm 18"

"Yes, i know" the man hummed, still pouring the drinks. "I'll drink that if you want, but i'm not sure if it's legal" wooyoung giggled, San realized what he was doing and gasped.

"Fuck" he muttered under his breath. Wooyoung's giggles subsided, hot hot hot. How wooyoung loved to hear the man curse.

"I'm sorry, i'm just used to pouring drinks like these for guests...that was really unprofessional of me." the man sighed. Wooyoung shook his head, finally approaching San fully. "No? Not at all. It's completely fine" the boy replied, now standing beside San at the counter.

"No, it's not"

"San, it's okay. I don't even care"

San chuckled lightly, "If you don't mind," he spoke, raising his drink. Wooyoung nodded, "it's okay" he smiled. The boy leaned in a little, catching the older man off guard. "it'll be our little secret, right?" wooyoung whispered, looking up at san with big brown eyes. San exhaled, "right.."

San gulped down his drink quickly, before realizing again what he had done. "Fucking christ, i keep messing up today..."

"What's wrong, San?"

"I have to drive you home, and look what i'm doing? Drinking vodka"

Wooyoung hummed, "Can i sit?"
San nodded, "we can sit on the couch"

They walked to the couch and sat, wooyoung huffed. "Have you taught before?" he questioned. San hesitated before nodding, "I have, though i was a student teacher you know?"

"So that's why you curse so much, even hanging out with me" Wooyoung laughed. "A little inexperienced, you could say" san replied. "Then i must have misjudged you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What's that mean, sweetheart?" San retorted. Wooyoung shrugged. "Thought you'd taught before," he spoke. San chuckled, adjusting his position on the couch before replying. "Do i have the face for it?"

"Sure you do,"

"Explain it to me"

"You're tall, sharp face, scary eyes...thought you'd done this before" Wooyoung smiled. San chuckled deeply, "Not at all"

"I see that now"

"Are my eyes scary?"

"They can be, give me the shivers sometimes"

"oh really?"

Wooyoung nodded with a wide smile as San adjusted in his seat again. "Come here" he spoke, gesturing toward the boy. "What?" wooyoung replied. "Come here, sit closer"

Wooyoung's heart was in his throat, he slowly scooted closer to the older man. "Let's have staring contest" San suggested with mischievous eyes. "I refuse"

"No, let's go"

"I refuse to do that"

"Come on~"

Wooyoung sighed, "Fine."

San counted down from three, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again to meet wooyoung's. "I'm winning" san whispered, staring deeply into his students eyes. "Nope."

"What lf i blow in your eye" the older man whispered back, wooyoung scoffed. "Cheating"

"Untrue"

"Is true"

"Nope."

Thirty seconds passed and both had yet to blink. Wooyoung was nervous, very nervous. San seemed unfazed, and rather calm with the contest, maybe he would win. "You have pretty eyes you know..." San muttered low.

"Do i?"

"Yeah" the man whispered back.

"You do too"

"No, yours are different"

"How?"

"So innocent"

Sans eyes shifted from Wooyoung's eyes, to his mouth. He slowly inched closer, the seconds seemingly passing by slower as wooyoung sat stilled in his spot. San slowly leaned in as Wooyoung stared at the man, the younger boy could feel San's breath fanning over his lips, his hand already grazing his thigh ever so slightly.

Wooyoung could feel his bones in his skin, he could feel everything. Every sense was heightened, his mind throwing one-hundred thoughts at him with every second that passed. Sans face was closer than ever, His lips nearly touching Wooyoung's, one push and-

San's cellphone rang.

He stopped in his tracks, about to lean away and pick up the phone. Wooyoung grabbed the mans tie, yanking him toward his face again. "You lost, Sir" he whispered seductively, staring through the man with piercing eyes. San wanted to just kiss the boy, he wanted to ravish him right there, take whatever innocence that he had. He desired it, God he would fucking do it. But the phone was indeed ringing.

"Yes, baby?"

Wooyoung laughed quietly.

San talked on the phone for a bit while wooyoung played with his nails, sighing every now and then.  San hung up. "I'll get you home now."

"Alright."