𝙆𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝘽𝙭𝘽 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 [𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙]

ㅁSan x Yeosang ㅁ

MinSugaAugstxD
Ateez
Fluff

Modern Day Shakespeare

"Ahhhh."

I whine quietly, shoving my textbooks and other school supplies forward. A pencil rolls off the side of the table and the older boy sitting across from me arches an eyebrow.

"Was that necesary San?"

I arch my eyebrow back , a poor attempt to repilcate his look.

"Yes Yeosang, it was very necessary."

He leans forward on the table, his hands connected in a way beneath his chin that makes him look a bajillion times smarter than he already is.

"Don't get frustrated, I'm just here to help."

This kid.

" You're here because the hedmaster told you to tutor me."

He grins in a way that seemingly displays his record high IQ, which doesn't sound possible.

"That's incorrect, the headmaster asked me for a tutor recommendation."

He emphasizes the word 'recommendation' still mantaining that smile that practically oozes both knowledge and confidence.

"I could have easily recommeneded Seonghwa or even Yunho. Thye both excel in most subjects, much like myself."

A silent 'But i'm th best' follows quickly behind his sentence.

You know that big red button you're not supposed to push?

"Then why didn't you? It seems like one of them could have helped me way better than you could."

It seems I may or may not have OUT OF PURE FRUSTRATION, spammed that button.

I kid you not, if there wern't witnnesses I'd be afraid for my life.

His cocky smile falters for a second, almost like a hologram glitching. A gorgeous, intelligent, effortlessly s- and his grin is back again.

His eyes shift upwards in a seriously hot eye rool as he leans, the back of his head inclined towards me. Whenwe make eye contact I swer his gaze burned my retinals.

I drop me eyes to the wooden table top but I'm 100% sure that Yeosang continued to stare at me.

"I didn't suggest either of them because you'd be a distraction."

I dare to lift ny gaze and to my relief I find he's no longer looking at me, instead focused on organizing my papers.

He tas the pile againts the tble, straightening them.

"If they would tutor you, their grades may be affected and then I wouldn't have any competition, petty or not."

He sets the papers neatly on the table, bending to pick up my pencil which had sat patiently beneath his chair.

I take this opportunity to quickly try and think.

His last statement had raised a bunch of r- NOT RED, white flags. Soethingabout it didn't sound right.

"Competition?"

My eyes widen as I clamp my hand over my mouth. I DID NOT JUST-

"Are you thinking out loud?"

He smirks at e, his head resting against his upright arm. My pencil tapping a consistant rythm against the table.

"Definitely not." I cross my arms and lift my chin snarkily.

Sn, you have a death wish don't you? I mentally slap myself but retin my pose, only dropping my confident facade when Yeosang chuckles lightly.

"Careful, confidence can be the enemy of progress."

He looks down at my papers, sifting through them before sliding forward a piece of text. When I read it I realize it's a piece of script.

"The story of Romeo and Juliet has been retold, acted and remade many times. The story depicts two people each from different places and different social and economic backgrounds."

His eyes slowly trace up my seated figure, pausing momentarily on what I think is my lips before rising to my eyes.

They linger there before drifting back to the script.

"The original story doesn't end so happily being as they both kill them selves, but personally I see a very powerful message that some tend to overlook."

"Which is?" My voice comes out a lot quieter and weaker than I imagined.

I notices, his eyes widening a tiny bit but the moment passes and he clears his throat, refocusing.

He moves forward, leaning across the table towards me. Only a few inches of breathing space between us.

"That people do crazy things when in love."

His eyes are a literal trap, I know what's coming and i definitely notice how the space between is slowly lessening but I can't find it within me to pull back.

Honestly I'm not sure if I want to, it's not like I could anyway. Yeosang's hand had come to rest against my cheek, his thumb running gently across my bottom lip.

The pressure forces my lip to the side and I watch as he catches his own between his teeth.

"Yeosang I-"

He cuts me off, pressing his lips to mine.

I struggle, trying to get my brain to work properly.

Slowly it responds and my lips move, by then it doesn't really matter; Yeosang's doing all the work.

At some point I must've spaced out because the next thing I know were both leaning back, gasping for air.

I touch my lips gently, they're puffy and sore. When I lick then I can taste the slightest hint of blood.

Yeosang backs up, brushing off the invisible dust in his shirt.

He gathers his teaching materials and looks at me.

"We made plenty of progress today. I'll see you tomorrow for our next study session."

I watch as he leaves before exhaling a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

"Oh no." I lean back.

"I am royally fucked."