The tension was vivid, the eye contact was cruel, and the need to be closer to each other was intoxicating and bothered the both of them for the entire day. Wooyoung walked into Sans classroom, San already being at the back table from the previous day. "You want it locked?" wooyoung inquired, staring through his eyelashes at the man. San pondered for a moment, he leaned back in his chair, his man-spread intensifying. "Yeah, go ahead and lock it, sweet."

Wooyoung let out a breath, gulping before locking the door. He walked to the table, setting down his bag on the floor, sitting across from San. "So, math today" he sighed, looking at San. The man tilted his head slightly, observing wooyoung's nervous eyes, and....lips. Wooyoung tended to lick them before biting them out of anxiety, san couldn't help but notice it. "Mr.Choi?"

"San."

"Right...well, math today? San?"

"Uh, yeah, i just have some questions for you"

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, "Oh? About what?" he asked. San leaned forward, "Well, about your crush maybe" he stated, his eye contact never breaking. "Why?" the boy questioned, slightly intrigued; though mostly confused.

"Curiosity, i suppose" he replied.

"and why are you so nosy?"

"Just wouldn't leave my mind is all."

"Right." the boy replied, now also leaning forward, elbows set on the table. "What do you want to know?" wooyoung spoke with a tilted head. San smiled,

"who is it?"

"None of your concern"

"Why is that?"

"You don't need to know that information"

"Why shouldn't i"

"Well, because it's classified"

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah"

They both went quiet, silently staring into each other's eyes. "What if i can help" San suggested, eyebrows raised. "Oh, that is doubtful" wooyoung responded. "Ah, you doubt me so easily"

"To be fair, i don't know you that well"

"i don't think that's fair"

"well that's just too bad"

San clenched his jaw, standing abruptly from his chair. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile slightly, quickly hiding it as san made his way around the circular table. He took a seat beside wooyoung, pulling the chair out rather aggressively.

"Remember i'm your teacher"

"Mr. Choi, I hate to break it to you, but it's after hours," Wooyoung spoke, loving the way San would never shift his gaze. "I can do whatever the hell i want" the boy whispered.

San leaned close, "No....there's still rules in tutoring. You still listen to the authoritative figure, and that is me. I am your teacher, and the adult in the room. You listen to no one but me in this moment, you pay attention to no one else." He spoke rather seriously.

"okay" wooyoung muttered, "i'll listen to no one else but you, pay attention to no one else, but you" he finished. Sans breath was caught in his throat, his demeanor changing. His breaths exited through his mouth rather than his nose, his hands itched to touch wooyoung and his body was on fire. The desire to ravish the boy threatened to completely consume him, and all logic was depleting from his once logical mind. He stared deeply into the younger boys eyes, utterly captivated.

"San?"

"Wooyoung"

Wooyoung couldn't help but stare at sans mouth, want laced in both of their breaths. "Yes?"

They both leaned closer, a repeat from the night before as sans fingers grazed wooyoung's thigh ever so slightly. Wooyoung slid his hand up sans chest, sliding his fingers to his neck and slowly into his jet black hair. San leisurely made his way to wooyoung's waist, gripping it tightly and pulling the boy toward himself. Wooyoung gasped as he was forced to be on his feet in front of san.

San stayed sitting while wooyoung stood above him. No words were spoken, except for with their wandering eyes.

San led wooyoung to his lap, hand sliding down past the boys butt and to the back of his thigh, forcing his legs apart to straddle him on the chair. "Woah" wooyoung breathed out, nearly moaning at the assertion.

Sans hands rested on wooyoung's waist as they teased each other with thought of a kiss. Something so forbidden yet so fucking close. So wrong, but would feel so right.

They breathed in each other's breaths, consumed each other's being just by looking at one another.

"Do you want this, sweetheart?" San whispered into wooyoung's parted mouth,

"I want this, so bad."