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...
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Early in the morning, I watched Wooyoung sleep, his hair tousled, his fingers intertwined with mine as he snuggled deeper into the pillow. His face looked peaceful, almost angelic, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of energy and boldness he usually carried. There was a softness in these quiet moments, a vulnerability that he rarely showed. As I observed him, I couldn't help but think about how different this was from what I had expected when I was first tasked with teaching him.
Wooyoung had been meant to be just another student, someone I was supposed to guide through the etiquette program, a classmate I was supposed to mentor. Yet his attitude, his sheer defiance of norms, and the way he shamelessly carried himself—sometimes with bold flirtation, sometimes with reckless abandon—was thrilling in a way I hadn't anticipated. It wasn't something I had ever experienced before. My parents had raised me with strict discipline, molding me into someone who was always mannered and well-behaved, following the rules without question. But Wooyoung? He was the exact opposite.
From the moment I met him properly, saw him push every boundary without a care in the world, something inside me snapped. I wouldn't call it love—not yet, at least—but there was definitely something simmering beneath the surface. Something that scared the hell out of me because it was unpredictable, uncontrollable.
But the truth was, I admired him for being so unapologetically himself. He didn't care what anyone thought, and in some strange way, that confidence rubbed off on me. I liked him, slowly and surely, in ways I hadn't allowed myself to before. He made me question parts of myself I didn't even know were there. He brought out a side of me that I never thought possible—the part that was willing to let go of all the rules, to just be present in the moment with him.
Now, as I looked down at our intertwined fingers, the memory of last night still fresh in my mind, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. We had crossed a line, one that I never thought I would dare approach. And yet, it hadn't felt wrong. In fact, it had felt like the most natural thing in the world. The intimacy between us wasn't just physical—there was something deeper, something that neither of us had spoken about but was undeniably there. It was the way his eyes would lock onto mine, the way his smile would shift into something softer when he thought no one was watching.
I glanced at him again, studying the lines of his face, his eyelashes fluttering slightly as he slept. His expression was completely relaxed, as though he had let go of everything, even if just for a few hours. It made me wonder if this side of him—this vulnerable, unguarded side—was something he let many people see. I doubted it. He was always so confident, always in control of the room, always the one stirring the pot with a smirk on his lips. But here, in the quiet of the early morning, he was just... Wooyoung. The boy who had somehow turned my world upside down without even trying.
