I hate you. || woosan ||

||part 12||

San pov:

The drive home was about 20 to 30 minutes. Since I didn't have my car with me I had to call an uber. Not that I minded, I don't really like driving. Especially when I am alone.

Wooyoung kept infiltrating my mind. The way he looked so beautiful even when he was asleep on his desk, his personality that I liked so much, his lips, his body...

God I sound terrifying. I shook my head as I tried to push my thoughts away. What am I even doing? He isn't my boyfriend, I shouldn't think like this. But the moments we share, they aren't exactly "friendly" now, are they? I'm probably just overthinking it. Wooyoung said it himself, we are just fuck buddies.

But why did I want more than that?

I kept getting lost deeper and deeper into my thoughts. Until I felt the car seat softly vibrate. It was my phone, I got a message. I picked my phone up to look who sent me a message.

_________
Woo~
1 notification
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I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Why did he text me now? I just left? Did something happen? My thoughts started to fill with all kind of scenerios but I quickly pushed those away. I swiped up, unlocking my phone to look at what wooyoung sent me.

Woo~
Miss you already~~~
I'm so lonely now that you're gone

To that I just chuckled and quickly started typing my response.

San
Don't worry, woo.
I'll be back before you know it

Woo~
But sannn
I need you right now~
I want to go for a ride 😉

I raised my eyebrow again. What was this boy doing? Where did he suddenly get the courage from? Not that I minded. I always loved dirty talk.

San
Oh, Do you now?

Woo~
Yes, i want to so bad~

San
Be a good boy for me and wait patiently until Sunday. I don't want anyone else touching you, understood?

Woo~
Alrighttt
text me when you arrive?

San
okayyy

Fuck. I guess I'll be spending the whole car ride on trying to calm myself down. The messages weren't even that graphic or sexual, but they made me hard anyway. I could imagine wooyoung saying those things to me and it turned me on way more than it should've.

I spent the next few minutes trying to slow down my breath and finding some kind of distraction. I just started to think about my stupid family visit. Stupid yes, I didn't exactly like them. My parents were fine I guess, my sister was just...uh there? And well, you know what I think about Jongho.

"Sir, we've arrived." The uber said as he stopped the car in front of my house. I quickly looked down to see that my buldge had luckily calmed down, so I was safe to get out of the car.

"Alright, thank you." I said as I paid the man and got out of the car. I walked up to the house and stopped in my tracks to take a look at it. It hadn't changed a single bit. It might sound dramatic, I mean, you probably think I came here not to long ago too. It's my house after all. But if you think that, you're totally wrong.

Ever since I left for university, which is now about 2 years ago, I never visited home. It felt nice and safe to be here again after such a long time and everything still looked the same. It look like I never left university to begin with.