𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩: 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚.
In an upscale private academy known for its strict adherence to tradition and conservative dress codes, Wooyoung stands out-not just for his bright personality but for his bold fashion choices...
I strolled towards the bathroom, I was still chuckling from the lively conversation with Sunghoon. The line went dead as I hung up the phone, leaving the echo of our laughter lingering in the air. Our plans for the evening were shaping up to be an exciting escape from the usual routine, especially with the added spice of trying to stir up a bit of jealousy in Sunghoon's crush. That mischievous streak we shared—it's what made our friendship so vibrant and fun.
As I walked inside the bathroom, I set the phone down on the countertop and began preparing my bath. The idea was to have a moment of relaxation before the evening's escapades. I adjusted the water temperature, adding some aromatic bath salts that filled the room with a calming lavender scent. The steam began to rise, fogging up the mirror and windows, creating a private sanctuary away from the world outside.
With the tub filling, I leaned against the door frame for a moment, my thoughts drifting to San and our recent interactions. It was a complicated dance of personalities—his disciplined nature clashing with my freer spirit. Yet, there was an undeniable undercurrent of intrigue between us, a sort of magnetic pull that made our encounters unexpectedly thrilling.
San had been avoiding me all morning, which wasn't surprising given how much I enjoyed teasing him. I tried to be civil, to play along with his rules and meet his expectations, but my personality was too stubborn, too restless for the kind of order he thrived on. The more time we spent in the same room, the more I could see the irritation simmering beneath his composed exterior. It was almost like a game to me, seeing how far I could push him before he snapped.
Feeling mischievous, I decided to have some fun. I grabbed a pink skirt, a little crop top, and a pair of stockings from my closet—outfits that were decidedly not what San would consider "appropriate." I took them with me back into the bathroom, a grin spreading across my face as I changed into the playful ensemble. I positioned myself in front of the large mirror, leaning seductively against the door frame. With a few quick snaps, I captured the teasing, sensual images I knew would make Sunghoon laugh and possibly blush.
Satisfied with my mini photo shoot, I changed back into my regular clothes and returned to my bedroom. I turned off the water in the bathtub, letting it cool down a bit while I sipped my coffee, the steam from the cup rising to my face. With a smirk, I attached the pictures to a new message, my finger hovering over the send button. Without a second thought, I tapped "send" and took another sip of my coffee—then promptly choked on it.
My eyes widened in horror as I looked at the screen and realized my mistake. I hadn't sent the pictures to Sunghoon. I'd sent them to San. A panicked squeal escaped my lips as I bolted out of my room, my heart racing. I could only imagine the look on San's face when he saw those pictures. I sprinted across the hall, barging into his room just as he was picking up his phone.
