wooyoung san

waiting for someone you didn't particulary want to see was tiring.

as he sat at the small oak desk in his room, san contemplated a lot of things (eg, the meaning of life, if the world was really flat) but above all, why he was really doing this.

after all, it wasn't him who lost any bet. that was wooyoung. so technically he shouldn't have to tutor the other as a punishment for him, because it was a punishment for san too. he didn't want to do it.

but for some reason, he was all too willing to oblige to the request.

ruffling his hair in annoyance, san stood up and paced impatiently, his socks shuffling unpleasently on the carpet. unsatisfied and anxious with his possibly inadaquete appearance, san guessed it would be suitable to put in a little more effort to look presentable.

what did one wear to a study meeting? he questioned unknowningly, a look of dissatifaction on his face as his eyes searched his closet feverently.

it's not like it was anything formal, so he tossed aside ties and button ups as he nodded in agreement with himself. pursing his lips in concentration, san selected two hoodies and a sweater, heading to the mirror and holding each item in front of himself in turn.

realizing this was stupidly unnecessary, san threw the clothes down and collapsed on his bed, kicking his legs in frustration.

i'm overthinking this, aren't i?

yes, yes you are. he answered himself with an audible groan, sitting up with his hands over his face.

pulling his phone out, he decided to ask his friends on their groupchat before he drove himself insane.

ANTI-LIFE SQUAD

sleeplesschoi:
what tf do i wear to tutor someone???

yeobeauty😘:
is he cute??

yunHOE:
tell us everything !

flex:
san choi is this what happening what i think is happening?

sleeplesschoi:
not the point, it's jongho's fault, and no this is not sexual at all

yeobeauty😘:
OML YOU TOTALLY THINK HE'S CUTE OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN'T CARE WHAT YOU WEAR. WHO IS HE???

sleeplesschoi:
...

yunHOE:
...

flex:
...

yeobeauty😘:
HOLY SHIT IT'S JUNG WOOYOUNG ISN'T IT

sleeplesschoi:
does it matter????
hurry up and tell me what to where you nosy twats

flex:
stop saying twat u weren't born in england i didn't raise you this way

yunHOE:
felix you didn't raise him I did

flex:
stfu u're literally a puppy

sleeplesschoi:
!!!guys

yeobeauty😘:
wear that turtle-neck sweater u like, u look good in it

sleeplesschoi:
thanks???i don't though lol

yunHOE:
hes right u do have sum CONFIDENCE :DD

sleeplesschoi:
learn how to spell
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setting his phone down, san allowed himself a smile as he bent over to retrieve the ebony sweater in question. he wouldn't admit it to their faces, but despite his doubtful mindset his friends did make him feel a little better.

his smile disappeared when he checked the time though: wooyoung was due to arrive in about two minutes. cursing, he pulled his tight shirt from his body, and damn its aged tightness, because it got stuck half over his head in the process.

during the violent struggle for freedom, a not-so-subtle knock sounded on his door, causing san to fumble even more.

"jongho? don't be a fucking idiot, help-" he grunted helplessly, blind and undoubtably stuck in every sense of the word.

a low chuckle sounded to his left, the sweet sound sending a shiver down his bare spine and causing him to cease his vain attempt abruptly. how fucking cliché. he scoffed, unable to do much about the situation.

"what an interesting way for us to meet." wooyoung said in an amused tone, making no move to help the boy.

turning awkwardly in the direction of his voice, san reddened at the situation, embarrassed to a very large extent. "wooyoung," he gritted his teeth, not about to ask for the other boy's help.

he managed to free an arm, and wooyoung just watched, seemingly unbothered and amused, but when he offered to help, san turned him down quickly.

"i've-" he wriggled a little more. "-got this." finally free, he breathed out in relief, scooping up the sweater and pulling it over his head hastily. the soft material was warm on his body, hugging his frame fittingly and comfortably tight at his waistband.

san glanced sheepishly at wooyoung, a rosy blush still dusting his tanned cheeks. "so," he began, desperate for a topic change, but "you're here" was all he could think of to say next.

"did you think i wouldn't be?" wooyoung smiled airily, advancing familiarly into san's room. "well, sorry to disappoint. here i am."

san cleared his throat, averting his eyes and turning away hastily. he dug his teeth into his lower lip hard enough to hurt, stepping over to the desk and gesturing for wooyoung to sit.

"i'm not disappointed." he stated after the other sat in an immediate slouch, plump lips fixed in a slight pout. "i just don't know if i'll be a good tutor," he continued semi-truthfully. "so sorry in advance."

wooyoung smirked, locking his eyes with a worried san. "i'm sure i'd be a good tutor." he raised his eyebrow charismatically before wiggling them suggestively.

"is that so." san narrowed his eyes, determined not to be affected by the other's infamous flirtacious intentions.

"it is so." wooyoung stood up sort of slowly, grabbing san by the wrist and pulling him toward him. "i can show you, little choi."

san looked away, heart beating about six hundred beats per minute. "woo-" he began, but wrinkled his nose in recognition as the other breathed almost on his face. "have you been smoking?"

wooyoung shrugged, leaning in so close their lips might touch and breathing in through his nose before turning his head to san's ear. "would you mind if i did?" he whispered, warm breath tickling san's neck and making his spine tingle with the proximity. shutting his eyes for a second, san held his breath, not really knowing which topic wooyoung was refering to.

"yes." he then stated, pushing wooyoung away from him and into his seat, taking a step back. "smoking kills, you know." he added, folding his arms defensively over his chest.

wooyoung simply shrugged again, clearly not very concerned with the consequences. "that just makes it more fun."

san scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "you're unbelievable, you know that?"

"so i've been told." they locked eyes again for a little too long again, and this time wooyoung was the one to look away, furrowing his eyebrows briefly and swallowing.

after an awkward stretch of silence, san stepped forward to break it, opening the heavy book wooyoung placed on the desk relevant to a topic they were studying. "how bad is your maths?" looking at the other's work, san didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"um... i'd say a cause for concern." wooyoung chuckled nervously, reading san's expression. "i skip school pretty often."

san gave him a tight smile like, you don't say, shaking his head at the scribbles on the page. "i can barely read this. i feel sorry for your proffesor."

wooyoung rolled his eyes, playing with a loose thread from his hoodie's sleeve. "i don't. mr. lim is a royal dick. he doesn't give two shits."

"you have mr. lim for maths?" san questioned in surprise, glancing up for a moment. "i'm in that class, but, i've literally never seen you."

"maybe i'll start showing up more often." wooyoung smiled slightly to himself, and san almost thought he imagined it out of the corner of his eye.

"why, so you and your friends can torture me together? no thanks." san was only half joking, but you didn't see wooyoung's frown as he kept his eyes on the work.

the other didn't reply, just listened intently as san proceeded to explain equations and calculations, occasionally requested for wooyoung to work something out. the session went better than san had hoped for, with wooyoung being less of a bother and actually making an effort to learn something.

when wooyoung eventually left, with a wave and a smile, san was actually left feeling kind of hopeful.

maybe wooyoung's fuckboy reputation overshadowed his real personality, and he wasn't really all that bad.

san didn't even realize he was smiling like an idiot until jongho passed his room and gave him an incredibly judgemental look.

"tutoring session go well?" he drawled, immitating and exaggerating san's wide grin mockingly.

"fuck off." san flipped the middle finger at him, pushing him on his way.

but he didn't stop smiling.

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i know it's short i'm sorry ! but it's the middle of the night and i really wanted to update :')

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