San
"Right there, come on I know you can go deeper". The room was completely quiet. The only thing that could be heard were San's little sounds of pleasure.
"I don't want to hurt you"
"I'm an athlete, please. I can take it", San grunted, voice almost above a whisper.
"Fuck.. ah shit", he moaned, the pleasure he felt til now, suddenly fully turning into pain.
"Stop squirming so much"
He tried his best but failed the moment the rough fingers reached a special spot, causing him to let out another deep moan, "T-There. Fuck".
San's hands were gripping the black leather underneath him so hard that his knuckles started turning white.
"Damn bro I can't continue the massage if you sound like a fucking porn star", his masseur and friend Park Seonghwa stated, taking his hands off of San's very tensed back.
"Do you even know how painful it is to have someone digging their fucking fingers into a muscle knot?", he huffed in frustration, sitting up on the weirdly uncomfortable leather couch.
"Whatever dude. This is too gay for me", the older sighed, wiping his oily hands on a towel, "I'll never get how you idiots destroy your body's with some stupid ball game".
San rolled his eyes at the other.
He always understood it when people didn't care about sports but Seonghwa? He was a total different level. He made it his life goal to suck the joy out of everyone and everything, who enjoyed any kind of sport. Still, San would notice him every now and then behind the big window of the Benchers café, watching his important games. His behavior was more amusing to him than actually annoying.
"Whatever Hyung"
The two guys sat next to each other in silence, exchanging some words now and then but nothing from importance. San let his gaze wander around the med room. White walls, white floor, white chairs, and then in the middle of the room this one random black leather couch. Huh. It really did look like you could shoot a porn film here.
San chuckled a bit, imagining some hot chick leaning over the leather, moaning his name. He quickly shook the thought out of his head and grabbed his phone, checking the time.
-Friday, 6:54pm- it read.
He swiftly stood up and put his phone into his back pocket, looking at his friend, "Let's head to the cafeteria, I'm thirsty"
Seonghwa nodded his head and grabbed his bag, joining San's side. Together they walked out of the small med room, into the big hall.
Even though most of the classes should be over by now, there were still many students in the hallway. A phone pinged. San already had his phone out the check on it but his Hyung quickly stopped him.
"Chill, the only person that would text you is next to you right now. Ain't no one else", he said, which sounded more shady than he intended it to.
San didn't deem that as rude though, Seonghwa was right at last. The only people that would dare to text San, if they even have his number, would be Ryujin, Hongjoon, Seonghwa and maybe Mingi, if he needed help with practice.
San nodded and glanced over at the elders phone, "Who texted, hyung?"
"Ah", the other waved his hand in front of his face, "just your mom"
"What the fuck is even wrong with you"
"Language!"
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Wooyoung
The pink haired boy sat at his favorite table in a corner of his uni's cafeteria, with his best friend next to him and Jongho in front. They were just having a simple chat, Wooyoung munching on his third plate of sushi, until-
"Yo isn't that your baby daddy?
Wooyoung looked up, mouth still stuffed with a roll, "Mhm?", he mumbled.
His eyes scanned the room and stopped at the door. There he was. Wooyoung hastily swallowed his food, intensely staring at the handsome volleyball player who just walked into the crowded cafeteria.
"Fuck", he whispered, quickly straightening his posture and ruffling his hair, trying to make himself look presentable again after he just ate the whole menu.
"How hot do I look? Scale 1-fuck my brains out", he asked his, very amused, friends. Eyes still fixated on the older.
"You look just as slutty as you did 5 minutes ago", Jonhgo answered, looking rather unbothered by the situation.
"Perfect", Wooyoung smirked, taking his drink and standing up. He quickly started walking towards the entrance when Felix grabbed his hand, "Where the fuck are you going?"
Wooyoung quickly shook the hand off him, glancing at his friend, "Don't touch me, he might get the wrong idea of us!".
Jongho chuckled, "Please. He's literally not even looking here".
With a little 'tzz' Wooyoung straightened his back again and turned towards his target. He took one last deep breath before walking right towards him.
His friends watched in disbelief as Wooyoung was now only a few meters away from San, when suddenly his eyes dropped to the drink in his hands. He suddenly seemed to have an extreme interest in that drink because his eyes seemed stuck to it. And even though he stared at his cup so intensely, he still continued walking, fast, right towards San until-
"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE"
"Oh my god..I'm so sorry I didn't watch my steps, I-"
"Yeah for fucking sure you didn't watch your steps! You fucking bastard SOAKED me"
"I really didn't mean to! Please let me make it up to you, I'll buy you your meal?"
San looked at the shorter man in disbelief.
Wooyoung had INTENTIONALLY bumped into the older, just to get his attention. The whole room gasped and went quiet immediately. All eyes were on the pair.
"I'm on a diet you little peace of shit, I didn't even come here to eat!", San continued to curse the other, getting more irritated by the second.
Wooyoung let out a soft 'oh' and put on his biggest puppy eyes. The loud, sassy guy completely changing into a cute, innocent boy.
"Diet? But aren't you an athlete? You need to eat! Come on I'll make it up to you, let me just buy you-"
"Fuck off", San shut him up again, and for the first time actually looked at the younger.
Wooyoung was being scanned from top to bottom by him and God, he liked that. He prettily fluttered his eyelashes at him, trying to make himself look as subby as possible.
San's eyes came to a halt. On his hair.
The taller let out a deep, disgusted grunt, "I don't wanna look at your gay ass for any longer"
"Bro, chill. That's such an unnecessary comment"
Wooyoung's eyes traveled to the guy next to San, who he actually hadn't noticed till now.
"Whatever. Grab your food, I sadly NEED to get changed", San's cold eyes stared holes into his head, Wooyoung could feel it.
"Seonghwa! There you are, why aren't you responding to my message?", suddenly a familiar voice chirped in. Jongho.
"You know that guy?", Wooyoung sounded more than just confused, matching San's facial expression.
"Of course I know him, I'm his tutor"
San's jaw went slack, turning to look at his friend in disbelief, "You're getting tutored by a second year? How the fuck does that even work?"
"The year doesn't matter bro. He's just really good at explaining stuff and I'm in desperate need of a better grade", Seonghwa answered, looking clearly embarrassed by the situation.
Wooyoung broke the weird tension by clearing his throat, making everyone look at him again.
"So, how should I-"
"No", San interrupted him, looking just as annoyed as before.
"San don't be a bitch and let that poor boy make it up to you", Seonghwa nudged his side, earning an eye roll in return.
"Poor boy?", Jongho joined in, looking clearly confused by the not so true statement, until he felt Wooyoung aggressively step on his toe, "Ow what the fu-"
"Yes please", Wooyoung interrupted him, looking at San with big puppy eyes.
San sighed, looked at Seonghwa, then at Jongho and lastly at Wooyoung, before silently turning around and walking straight out of the room.
Wooyoung pinched his eyebrows together in annoyance. His fake innocence fading within seconds, before turning to Jongho, "He was just about to say yes you little peace of shit, show me SOME respect at last! I'm your HYUNG!".
Seonghwa blinked his eyes at him in disbelief, "Don't worry that much, San will forget about all this soon", he tried calming the very frustrated Wooyoung down, "But If it's really that important to you, you could just get him a drink at the party or something".
Wooyoung's eyes lit up with interest, "Party?"
The taller nodded, "Yeah", he took out his wallet and turned to the food counter, "Some first year's are throwing a party and most of us are going. San's also gonna be there"
Wooyoung practically started shining, "That's perfect", he smiled at the other, "When does it start?"
Seonghwa started stacking sushi on his plate, "Party starts at 9 or something but we usually get there later. Just follow the music I guess"
Wooyoung happily nodded and showed a big thumbs up to Felix, who had watched the whole drama, still sitting at their table.
"Can I bring my friends?"
Seonghwa finished paying for his meals before turning to him again, "Why would you ask me? Do I look like I give a fuck?", he chuckled, giving Wooyoung a final grin before turning to Jongho.
"I'll text you", he started walking backwards, away from the two, "No tutoring on weekends though!!"
And with that, they were left alone.
Wooyoung had a satisfied grin on his face. This is everything he waited for. A party would be the perfect place to get into San's pants without making too big of a deal out of it. Alcohol always helps and San is a well known Fuck-Boy. He lowly chuckled to himself. This is gonna be too easy.
"..."
"You're a menace"
...To be continued
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Part 3 let's goo,
Woosan's first meeting under very weird circumstances. But don't worry, Wooyoung knows how to use his skills (;
Let's see how the party goes???
See you tomorrow!!