As Wooyoung walked through the main doors to the university, all eyes were upon him. He looked immaculate today, his black hair was done up in braids, all intertwined with ribbons and beads. His makeup was done spectacularly, shades perfectly matching his flawless skin tone, Wooyoung's skin was often a main vocal point of conversation, a lot of the girls said he had porcelain skin like a doll, they often got jealous of Wooyoung's skin, wishing that their's was as flawless.
Wooyoung had gone all out today with his outfit choice, opting for black ripped jeans that had chains hanging from the belt loops, a red balenciaga jumper, black combat boots and jewellery to match. As he walked down the corridor, well more like strutting, he grinned proudly to himself as he noticed everyone's reaction to him, he knew he looked hot.
"Youngie!" Jisung practically screeched as he ran up to Wooyoung, flinging his arms around him.
"Hey Jisung!" Wooyoung replied with the same amount of enthusiasm, Jisung and Wooyoung were best friends, they had grown up in Seoul together, pretty much knowing each other since they were barely walking, their parents were great friends, often inviting each other to parties and other social events.
"You really went all out today hmm?" Jisung said with a laugh, he had expected nothing less from Wooyoung, knowing the man always looked anything less than extraordinary. "Trying to impress someone?"
Wooyoung smiled, he was indeed trying to impress a certain someone, that being the star captain of the football team, Choi San. Wooyoung had a crush on San, well it was more of an intense infatuation than a crush, Wooyoung thought San was perfect, maybe too perfect for him. Suddenly people started to cheer loudly as San made his way down the hallway, followed by the football team, girls screamed excitedly as San blew them kisses, even going as far as to sign their notebooks as if he was some kind of well known celebrity. For some reason, this caused Wooyoung to become jealous, all he wanted is for San to give him the same kind of attention, but the older didn't exactly take a liking to Wooyoung, often finding the younger to be annoying and up himself.
"Move, you're in my way!" San said harshly as he approached Wooyoung. The thing you need to know about Wooyoung is, he wasn't the type to back down, he was feisty and a little bit of a troublemaker. The younger rolled his eyes, practically glaring at San. "I think the word you're searching for here is please." Wooyoung said with a little too much confidence.
"Woo, don't get into trouble on your first day." Jisung said softly as he pulled Wooyoung out of the way, Wooyoung sighed exasperatedly, he wasn't in the mood to play stupid little games.
"No, I'm waiting for him to politely ask me to step out of the way." Wooyoung said, stepping in front of San, his eyes glimmering with mischief. Wooyoung knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to see San snap, he wanted to find out first hand how San would retaliate.
"You're getting on my last nerve you fucking twink now move!" San growled as he roughly shoved Wooyoung into the lockers, Wooyoung's eyes flung open as his back hit the lockers with intense force causing him to slide down onto the floor, the beginnings of tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. Wooyoung sat there for a moment, staring at the ground as tears began to stream down his face, he was used to being called a twink, faggot, gay boy etc by many people, but for some reason it stung way worse when San said it.
Jisung noticed Wooyoung was sobbing and began to feel an overwhelming urge to punch San square in the face.
"You're a fucking bully Choi San!" Jisung shouted angrily as his fist made contact with San's face, every one else stood in shock, not sure how to react, no one had ever had the guts to punch San, even though a fair few people had wanted to, many times.
San wiped the blood from his nose with the sleeve of his top, almost smirking as he looked at Jisung.
"Jisungie stop!" Minho screamed as he ran up to the younger, "What the hell Jisung?!"
"Oh please he had it coming, he shouldn't have pushed Wooyoung so hard."
Wooyoung had stopped crying by now and was stood with his back against the lockers, he dare not look at San, he was embarrassed and also heart broken, why did the man he loved have to treat him so poorly?
San was the first to look at Wooyoung, a sudden wave of sadness overcoming the older as he watched Wooyoung's facial expressions change from hurt, to sadness, to guilt, to complete self hatred in a matter of seconds.
"Come with me." San said pulling Wooyoung by the hand and down the hallway, several pairs of eyes watched intently as San lead Wooyoung into an empty classroom, closing the door behind them.
Before Wooyoung could comprehend what was happening he found himself pushed against the door, a hand wrapped around his throat, while another hand snaked into his jeans. Wooyoung tried to push San away but the grip on his throat only seemed to get tighter as San leant forward, pressing his lips against the younger's in a bruising kiss, Wooyoung couldn't help but moan into the kiss, his hands fisting at the back of San's shirt, San slipped his tongue inside Wooyoung's mouth, practically devouring the younger in his mouth.
He pulled off what an exaggerated pop as he fell to his knees, unbuckling the belt on Wooyoung's jeans, pulling them down in one swift motion along with his underwear as he took Wooyoung's cock into his mouth, his tongue licking stripes up and down the underside of Wooyoung's cock, from what Wooyoung could tell, San had a tongue piercing and my god did it feel amazing, the younger moaned in intense pleasure as San continued to bob his head up and down, sucking and licking with what seemed like practiced expertise, Wooyoung flung his head back as he came down San's throat, the salty taste hitting San's tongue as he swallowed every last drop.
He stood back up, pulling Wooyoung in for another kiss as he fisted the back of Wooyoung's hair, their kiss was passionate and with a hint of extreme desire as their hands wandered around each other's bodies, Wooyoung bringing his leg up to wrap around San's waist, rubbing his cock against San's leg like some sort of needy whore.
"I've been waiting so long to find out how you taste." San admitted, Wooyoung looked up in confusion, why had San been so mean to him before if this is what San had wanted for so long.
"Then why did you say those things." Wooyoung asked curiously, a deep silence filled the air as San took a step back, the older appeared to be crying.
"No one knows I'm gay Wooyoung, no one knows I have a crush on you." San replied through his cries, he felt utterly ashamed of himself for being so horrible to Wooyoung, he was embarrassed and disgusted with himself for calling Wooyoung those hateful words. "I am so sorry for what I called you baby." The pet name seemed to just spill from his lips without hesitation, the older wanted so desperately to call Wooyoung his, to claim him as his own. But he was scared, he had never felt so strongly about another man before and he wasn't sure Wooyoung even felt the same way.
