How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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The 5 met back up on their first mini break, San glad to have Wooyoung tell him excitedly that his first lesson ran as smoothly and unproblematic as possible. They proceeded with their second lesson together, adjusting the years-old seating assignment to accommodate Wooyoung a space, before the class flew by and they headed giddily to their dinner break.

As they all sat down to eat, discussions circulated between them on the already clear difficulty of this year's schooling compared to the previous years, the gossip mill that they were always looped in on, and the upcoming 1st football game of the term. A friendly match, normally prepared as a means to ease back in after a 6 week break.

Wooyoung sat contently. He wasn't speaking as much, but didn't feel the need to. He quite enjoyed being around people that had a lot to say but spoke with relevance and matter. All four of the others brought something special to the table, and he picked up relatively quick that they fit each other like a jigsaw puzzle.

Lost in the bliss of the flowing conversation, he lightly jumped at the sensation of a large hand wrapping securely around his thigh. He looked to meet San's eyes, only to see the boy had carried out the act whilst still deep in conversation with Yunho across the table. He could tell that San had seen him glance in his direction though, as the taller gave his leg two gentle squeezes of recognition, to let him know that his attention remained directly with him even if not on him at that moment.

As a flush creeped its way up Wooyoung's neck, he tried his best to remain collected.

Blushing, Woo? He playfully scolded himself. He'd put San through the works yesterday, last night and this morning with his comments, just to have his heartbeat quickened at a mere movement like this? He kind of liked the simplicity, though. Just because San's shows of interest so far weren't overly bold didn't mean they were any less significant.

So Wooyoung regained his composure and allowed himself to sit chilled in the group dynamic with San by his side. Even if his calm approach was soon to be cut very short.

As Yunho pulled up one of San's old plays, the group watched intently as the quarter-back set up the play for what came to be the winning touchdown, celebrating at the table as they relived the moment of that day. San used the disruption to skim his hand higher up on Wooyoung's thigh, gripping into the flesh more firmly than before.

Wooyoung yelped internally, glancing down to see that San was not stopping, nor even looking his way as he moved north stealthily with every loud comment or cheer from another member of the group, dragging his fingertips roughly on the inner side of his upper leg.

Wooyoung tried with every fibre of his being to not draw any attention to himself, despite feeling his heart beat practically in his head, throat and stomach, a swirl of intensity building and burning him from the touch.

Oh fuck. Is this.. payback? He battled out in his mind.

Is San doing this because of what I said earlier? Oh my God. This is torture. Has anyone noticed? Don't go higher San, I'm sorry, I'm sor-

"AAAAAND TOUCHDOWN! CHOI SAN WINS THE GAME FOR THE GLACIERS!! CROWD GOES WILD!!" Hwa exclaims in the style of the narrator, with the boys hollering and banging, as well as other members of the football team surrounding their table suddenly joining in and getting each other ceremoniously psyched up.

Wooyoung was about to laugh at the testosterone spiked boys, until the large hand he'd dared to forget about for one second leapt from his thigh straight over the growing bulge in his trousers, cupping and rubbing it with a dominating but equally teasing force.

An unavoidably loud moan escaped his mouth, to his own horror.

Luckily enough, the noise was completely lost on his peers, as the group had successfully managed to rile up the canteen to an extent that the teachers were now desperately trying to pull a Senior from the table who had taken his jersey off and began wind milling it around as he and the rest of the students screamed the schools football chant.

The tirade died down and people began returning to their seats, the semi-naked Senior now back clothed and members of the team high fiving their way around one another and the groups table. To Wooyoung's bittersweet relief, San had removed his hand from his lower region and was now using said hand to shake and fist bump each passing member of the team.

Glad to have more than a few greetings and polite nods sent his way too, Wooyoung managed to channel the blood away from his bottom half and back through the rest of his body as he brought himself back down to earth, in time for the final bell to ring signifying the start of their last lesson before end of day.

As they parted once more and the crowd fizzled out, San prepared to head off to his own class, leaving Wooyoung in the company of a Hwa who's dinner consisted solely of 2 Red Bulls and a hefty slice of canteen birthday cake. All in all, if Wooyoung could survive this, he could survive anything.

With Hwa cartwheeling down the hallway, San told Wooyoung to meet him at the exit when they finished so that he could take him to pick up his car.

"Okay, Sannie. Enjoy your lesson, I'll see you soon". Wooyoung spoke, still a little giddy from the canteen saga.

"I'll see you soon, enjoy yours too." San beamed, looking none the wiser, polite as always.

As Wooyoung turned and took his first steps away, San addressed him once more.

"Sorry, Woo? I forgot something." San played off coolly, drawing Wooyoung back over curiously.

"What's up, Sanni-"

San daringly pulled Wooyoung flush up against his build, leaning his head down to the side of his face to meet his ear, letting his lips graze them attentively. Wooyoung felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on sight, and he shivered as San breathed deeply against his skin.

"You sound so fucking sexy when you moan like that, Youngie."

A harsh course of chills ripped through Wooyoung's petite body at the bold remark San had fired into his ear. As quickly as he pulled him in, San gently pushed him back, giving him a false, innocent butter-wouldn't-melt smile as he waved and shouted goodbye to Hwa in the distance.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and took a sharp breath, flustered and grinning endearingly, determined with every bone in his body to get his game up on Choi San.