Climax - Woosang

5.

    Even after being in the safety of the classroom, Wooyoung couldn't get his heartbeat to stop racing. He had run from the therapist's office all the way to the campus, not even bothering to say he would miss today's session, and yet he still managed to arrive just a few seconds before his teacher closed the door. He didn't even get the time to catch his breath when the man started talking, obviously annoyed.

-  Alright, now that everyone's here, he accentuated his sentence with a deep look at the young man, I'll collect your papers. I was planning on doing it at the end of the hour as always, but it has been brought to my attention that some of you were taking advantage of that to finish it during class. That was smart though, I'll give you that.

The man began moving through the ranks as he talked, snatching papers from the student's hands. Suddenly, Wooyoung wanted to crawl under the table and hide.

-  Fuck.

- What is it? I thought you said you'd do it before the appointment?

   Jongho was visibly worried; even though his friend wasn't as hardworking as he was, he always managed to do the homework and give it on time. He actually admired him for that; he might be the one with the brains, but Wooyoung had his very own way of managing his education. The youngest started patting his eldest's hand when he didn't get an answer.

-  Wooyoung, did something happen? You look stressed.

-  Yeah, obviously, I didn't do the stupid paper!

    His voice came out a lot harsher than he meant to, and to his great misfortune, a lot louder as well.

-  Do you have something to say, mister Jung?

-  I'm sorry.

-  Do you have your paper?

-  I- he paused, looking desperately at his deskmate for help. He, unfortunately, met Jongho's confused gaze, forced to face the fact that today was definitely not his day. I don't. I forgot.

-  Unless you have a very good excuse, I can't keep you in my class. Please step out, I'm sure one of your friends here can help you with today's lesson. Oh, and mister Jung, he called out before the young man could reach the hallway, I do expect the essay in my mailbox by the end of the day. I'll have to make you fail otherwise.

This was a lot more than Wooyoung could handle, and he left without another word.

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"I put your essay on his desk. Don't worry, no one saw me. You didn't look good, please talk to me? Or Mingi, or San, but just talk to someone."

    Wooyoung felt bad. Jongho had been forced to write another essay for him after not getting any response the whole afternoon -even though he didn't ask him to do it-, and now he was worried. If he was completely honest, he didn't really know why the threats of the other man had shaken him that much, the poor guy was obviously upset and probably didn't even mean it. Probably. However, he couldn't help but think about it over and over again as he scrolled mindlessly on Instagram, the words of the blonde man echoing in his mind, his scent making his brain foggy and those deep eyes constantly appearing every time he blinked. He knew he shouldn't feel that way, but he was desperately attracted to this stranger.

    He wondered what was wrong with him. If maybe he could do something about it -which, let's be honest, was a very dumb idea-. He also had the unshakable feeling that he had already seen him somewhere, outside the shrink's office. There was something about him that felt familiar, like a very faint memory in the back of his mind. He doubted, however, that the boy would be there next week after almost destroying his therapist's office two times in a row. Wooyoung felt really bad for him, he couldn't help it. He was so sure he had seen a hint of sadness in his eyes when he bent down on him, but it could very well have been his own brain creating false memories to hide the fact that at that exact moment, his whole body heated up.