"Beg for me princess, and maybe I'll listen." His grin was tempting, and it held all the right feelings in it which made it harder for me to walk away.
"Play with me please?" I pouted my lips, wanting desperately to feel his fingers fill me up.
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"Are you ready?" The immediate sound of San's voice calming Wooyoung down more than he'd ever known.
"Yeah..." Wooyoung smiled as he moved a couple of strands in front of his face. "How do I look?" His smile radiated as he turned to the older male.
"You look amazing." San returned the smile, his arms snaking around the other. "I'm glad you put on a button down."
Wooyoung was wearing a suit he and San shopped for 3 months prior to this day. It was a silky black 3 piece set: vest, blazer, and slim fit slacks. With an addition of the white button down, black low cut boots, and three chains that complimented his neck perfectly.
"As if you were actually going to let me walk out the house with only a vest and blazer." Wooyoung scoffed before he unbuttoned his shirt a little.
"I'm glad you know me so well." San teased, knowing Wooyoung liked to wear things that were on the more provocative side. "Plus graduations do have a dress code Woo."
Rolling his eyes in defeat, Wooyoung turned on the heel of his low cut boots and made his way towards the front door. "Don't wanna be late. Hurry up."
In a short span of 15 minutes they made it to the stadium where Wooyoung's graduation was held.
"Okay be back before 4. If you're late, and not in the front row I'll kill you." The shorter male frowned, his words coming off more cute than threatening.
"I gotcha. I will be in the front row."
With all the reassurance he needed, Wooyoung hopped out of the car. Before taking a step any close to the huge building, he took out his phone in order to contact his friends so they could meet up before rehearsal.
By the time they all met up, it was time for the rehearsal which went smoothly.
"I can't believe we're fucking graduating from college." Hongjoong bit his bottom lip nervously.
Hongjoong, just like Wooyoung and Yeosang, were nervous about what the future held for as their careers were concerned.
Even though Hongjoong was insanely talented when it came to fashion. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to be a stylist or be the one making the clothes. Either one sounded beneficial and fulfilling to him, he just couldn't make up his mind. Nor could he imagine his starting point. His other problem was his love for music, but that was a rabbit hole of confusion that he didn't want to go down just yet.
