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...
San's gaze held mine a moment longer, heavy with unspoken thoughts, before he slid his lounger closer, narrowing the space between us. This subtle movement was charged with intent, a silent declaration of his desire to bridge any distance that lingered between us.
"Don't be jealous, Sannie," I whispered, allowing my voice to dip into a more sultry, teasing tone. I knew this played right into his feelings, but I couldn't resist pulling at those threads of jealousy, stirring the pot just a bit more.
San's reaction was a mix of frustration and intrigue. He exhaled slowly, the corners of his lips curling into a reluctant smile as he leaned in closer. "You know that's easier said than done," he murmured back, his voice low and husky. His eyes locked onto mine, intense and searching.
San's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and desire as I leaned in slightly closer, my voice a playful yet seductive whisper. "Of course it's not easy—you want a little kiss..." I teased, my words dripping with suggestion. "The one that you like the most, then you gotta meet me upstairs. I think you deserve it."
The hint of a challenge was clear in my tone, and the invitation was unmistakable. San's response was almost immediate, his eyes darkening with anticipation, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he processed my provocative offer.
"Is that so?" he replied, his voice low and enticing, barely concealing his eagerness. He glanced briefly around us, ensuring our conversation remained just between us, a private moment shared amidst the surrounding laughter and splashes.
"Absolutely," I confirmed, standing up slowly, ensuring my movement was just as suggestive as my words.
I nodded, affirming my intention, my eyes locked on his with a boldness that matched the daring nature of my words. As I walked away, heading toward the house with a deliberate sway in my step, I could feel San's eyes on me, tracking my every move. The playful yet seductive exchange had set the stage for what promised to be a memorable continuation of our afternoon.
The rest of the group, oblivious to the undercurrents flowing between San and me, continued their enjoyment, their laughter and chatter a lively backdrop to the silent, charged agreement we had just sealed. The anticipation of what was to come added a thrilling edge to every moment that followed.
As I made my way into the house, every step seemed to carry the weight of anticipation. The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses from the pool area gradually faded as I moved through the house. I could already feel the shift in energy, the excitement of our private rendezvous hanging in the air.
