The next morning was hectic for Wooyoung. He couldn't sleep the entire night, he had almost kissed his stats teacher for christ's sake. Wooyoung didn't know what to do with himself, cry? Jump in excitement? He could only sigh as he tiredly got ready for the day. He looked in the mirror as he gazed at his outfit and slight eye makeup. 'Is this too much?' he thought. Another sigh escaped his done up lips. "This is definitely too much." the boy concluded, removing his lip makeup with a tissue.

Today he would force his mom take him to school instead of yeosang and Jongho. She gave him a good talking to the night before, she complained about his "secrecy" then praised him soon after for getting a tutor. "Mom, let's go or i'll be late" he spoke to his mother who sat comfortably on the couch. "My diligent son, yes let's go baby!"

"mom...."

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Wooyoung made it to school and was currently freaking out in advisory. He groaned, scrolling through instagram on his phone. "What's up with you?" Jongho asked, tapping Wooyoung on the shoulder. Wooyoung glared at the boy, "Nothing," he replied. Jongho laughed, "why do you have on makeup today?" he spoke pointing at Wooyoung's eyes. Wooyoung just ignored the boy and continued scrolling.

Before the boy could get too comfortable in his advisory, the bell ring loudly. Maybe it was extra loud for him because he was so nervous. He could've sworn the bell echoed throughout his brain and screamed in his ears. He stood up shakily, 'the hell am i so nervous for?'

He walked to his stats class slowly, surely it won't be awkward right? He entered the room nervously, holding in a breath. He walked to his seat, eyes widening upon realizing he and San were the only two in the room. San stared at Wooyoung's every movement as he set his bag down. The gaze was strong and noticeable, was it Wooyoung's makeup he was looking at? The mans eyes stayed on the boy until the next student came in. "Good morning" he greeted the girl.

Class had begun and Wooyoung was doing everything in his power to actually pay attention to the material, but a certain handsome man was proving to become a hassle. "Wooyoung, did you hear me?" San spoke up again. 'Was he calling me? shit'

"Y-yes?"

"The question i asked you, did you hear it?" the man spoke again. Wooyoung shook his head, "I'm sorry, haha...ha" he said quietly. San simply nodded, "Mr. Jung, pay attention in my class from now on, yeah?" San spoke, jaw clenched.

'Is he actually angry?'

Wooyoung took a moment before smiling up at San, brushing the hairs from his eyes. He licked his lips before speaking, "Yes sir." he spoke, batting his eyes at the man.

San visibly gulped, clearing his throat before continuing his lesson.

_

Class was over, Wooyoung packed up his things and stood up, ready to leave. "Wooyoung, sweetheart come here." San called out before he could leave. The classroom was empty except for the two. "So how'd your mom react?" San spoke, slightly chuckling at his own question. Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, "Well uh...she was fine ahaha..."

San nodded with crossed arms, "That's good...that's really good." he replied.

"yeah...."

"yeah."

"So....I should get to my next class, right?"

"You can be late"

San realized he spoke before thinking, he shook his head soon after. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me i...that was very unprofessional of me to say as your teacher, I am very sorry" He rambled. Wooyoung smiled up at the man, "No, you're right. I can be late,"

Wooyoung set down his bag on San's desk. He leaned in slightly, resting his hand softly on the mans chest. "So why'd you're wife call? you never told me," he spoke, his sultry voice practically melting San's walls and all the boundaries he'd built. "Nothing important."

"Are you sure?" The boy questioned, fake worry in his eyes, while his mouth twitched; threatening to break into an evil smile. 'He looks so nervous.'

"I'm sure, sweetheart."

It was now like the positions had switched, that nickname really got Wooyoung. The younger boy was now the nervous one. His hand faltered on the mans chest, his eyes casting down now slightly. "ha, alright then. I should get to class."

Wooyoung attempted to walk away, but San pulled him back by his wrist, causing their chests to touch. San leaned down, Wooyoung's wrist still in his grip. "You need at late pass, don't you?" he whispered. Wooyoung inhaled, gathering all of his courage to look up at San.

"yes.."

San retreated and reached for one of the pink slips, writing a random excuse for Wooyoung's late arrival. "Here," the man spoke, handing Wooyoung the slip. "Thanks," he replied.

"I'll see you at tutoring, right?"

"Right."