Woosan Oneshots

Railed by my Stepdad

⚠Stepdad x stepson content If you don't feel comfortable don't read, thanks :) ⚠

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"You will have a new stepdad? Since fucking when is your mom dating?" Yeosang whispers to his best friend, the boy currently focused on writing his big essay about "how art is important for humanity"

Bullshit and a waste of time if you ask him

"Hmm, I think for some time now, I found out 3 months ago, don't ask me how I'm still traumatized after what I saw, she told me we will have dinner with him after she comes back from work, I'll meet him for the first time" Wooyoung whispers talking back to him, his eyes focusing on his best friend not noticing the deep and insisting stare from his teacher

"What is his name?" his best friend asks with a small giggle after getting shushed when he tried insisting on what Wooyoung saw that made him traumatized

"Choi San, apparently he is a cook in a restaurant downtown, it's probably the one we are going"

"Jung Wooyoung and Kang Yeosang out of my class now! I warned you both three times!" The art teacher slams her book on her desk and yells at the boys, both flinching from the loud sound breaking their conversation apart

"Whatever, your class is boring anyways" He rolls his eyes while his mouth comments, his hands get busy, and starts throwing his stuff inside his backpack, secretly happy to be kicked out from this torturing class, what was on his mind when he told himself that studying art will be fun and easier?

Hissing from pain seconds later when Yeosang elbows him in the ribs his eyes lock with the boy who hushes his best friend while he starts packing up as well, slower than Wooyoung but with a satisfied smile on his thin lips

"Repeat that?" The voice is annoying and demanding, pissing Wooyoung off instantly to talk back again, this time with obvious venom in his voice

"I said, your class is boring" he practically yells back at the woman seeing her flinch with the use of the tone "Why the fuck do we need to write about how art is important to humanity? It's fucking not, and let's not talk about the nude art you find very interesting" comments with a scoff, putting his textbook inside the black spacious backpack before throwing her teacher yet another stare

Confident when chuckles are heard from the classroom Wooyoung smirks and continues to talk back at his teacher despite his arm getting pulled almost pleadingly by Yeosang, telling him to shut the fuck up, and of course, he doesn't listen

"Ms. Kim, I'm sorry but I can take a canvas and vomit on it and call it art, your classes are a pure waste of our time" The disgusted face mixed with anger and her death stare at the boy makes him giggle, Yeosang joining along bursting off laughing instead

But of course, he didn't only get kicked out of class but also got sent to detention where both he and his best friend had to write another essay about "how to be respectful with your teacher"

Fuck that too

"Wooyoung dear, why did you come so late today?" His mom asks when the boy enters the big and spacious kitchen, the woman is ready to go out, wearing a simple black dress that enchanted her thin waist and wider hips, her hair sitting comfortably onto her shoulders, her makeup perfectly done, and a big smile on her face, her excitement showing so much it stressed Wooyoung up

"You look so pretty, Mom" The boy ignores her question turning around and walking upstairs to his bedroom, his mind going back to the conversation he had with Yeosang

"Wooyoung you know that if he's hot your slutty side appears and the chance of you flirting with him until he fucks you is pretty damn high right? It's not the first time you did this..." Yeosang had commented when he insisted that this would definitely not happen, again