Wooyoung entered a new university. everything seemed to be going smoothly as he arrived. He reunited with old friends and even made new ones.
The last thing to do for the day was meeting his roommate. A roommate that would be the worst thing to ever...
"Won't tell a single thing about what...?" I turned around to see dad standing there. Right behind me.
"D-don't worry, dad. It's nothing!" I said as I nervously laughed. Did I sound to suspicious? My dad looked confused at me and my brother.
"Alright...jongho, can I talk to you for a second?" My dad asked. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am doomed. If Jongho tells him, I can start searching for a new family. Which I really don't want to do.
I wonder how I still haven't fully broken down yet. I felt so many emotions. I was angry at Wooyoung for telling Jongho, I was sad because Wooyoung still thinks I am using him, I was nervous because Jongho might tell my dad about my activities at university. God. I need to go to my room as quick as possible. I need to be alone right now.
I quickly did the dishes, not caring if everything was cleaned well enough, and went upstairs to my room.
I grabbed my phone opened my and Wooyoung's chat. I started typing a whole paragraph about how fucking mad I was at him. About how I never wanted to see his lying, victim playing ass ever again. But I didn't send it. Not because everything I wanted to say to him wasn't true, well also that, but mostly because I need to tell him this in person. Only then will he actually receive the message. Just as I had deleted all of the words that I almost sent the boy, a new message popped up in our chat.
Woo~ Sannieee You never told me if you arrived, are you okay? Just wanted to let you know that this is what is waiting for you when you get home~~ *Woo~ sent a image*
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Holy shit. The timing of this is so fucking wrong. I really want to hate wooyoung now, but for obvious reasons I just can't. I felt blood rush to my crotch and I mentally slapped myself. Why the fuck am I acting like some horny teenager? I looked back at the picture. His thighs look so smooth and silky soft.
What the fuck am i doing.
I put my phone down and leaned back on my bed. I just need to think about something else then everything will be fine. But his legs look so smooth and so thick. Fuck, I want to wreck this boy. But at the same time I never want to see him again.
As I was about to reach my hand down to relieve myself, I heard a soft knock on my door. I quickly put my hands on my lap to hide my boner as well as I possibly could.
"Come in!" I said. I expected my dad or Jongho to walk in. But to my surprise, it was Yeosang.
"Uh, hey San!" He said as he peeked through the door.
