Sacrilegious ][ WOOSAN

4

Wooyoung

I am stuck at detention for the fourth time this year, and it has only been two weeks of school. Even though the teacher left ten minutes ago and said I could too, I find my body not wanting to move. No one was in detention with me this time, and I couldn't help but have a thought about San sitting next to me, and the teacher leaving it to just us with each other. I decide to finally walk down the stairs and head down into the main hallway where I see a bucket of paint and a paintbrush laying against the wall, and half of what can be assumed to have said "Fuck Jesus" painted over. Probably Hongjoong. I think to myself as I start to walk past it, but then halt as I see legs start to appear over the corner of the hallway.

"Wooyoung? What are you do-ing here" There is San in front of me, but he isn't wearing his uniform so my eyes scan his body shamelessly. Of course I notice his stutter too but I try not to let it get to me.

"Oh, I had detention, I was just leaving. What are you doing here?"

"I'm painting over this dumb graffiti. Do you have any idea of who might have done it." San looks me in the eyes, making my body melt entirely. Of course I know who did it, but ratting out Hongjoong is not on my agenda today.

"No, I've been at detention since school let out."

"Seems late for detention to have just gotten out."

"I didn't feel like leaving. Can I help?"

"Really? Um yeah sure." San goes into the adjacent closet and pulls out another brush, and we both start to paint over the excessively large graffiti across the wall.

"Why are you president anyway?" I ask as we paint.

"College apps I guess. I am starting to think it's a mistake though." 

"No, I know what I said to you before but really, you're a good president. Better than Seonghwa would be." San laughs at the last part and stops painting to look at me.

"You're pretty too." And I take this comment as him having heard me say he's pretty before in the senior lounge. I gulp and stop painting to look back at him. "Hey Wooyoung?"

"Ye-ah" I stutter greatly.

"Can I touch your hand?" His face turns red as I offer my hand to him, and he holds it, taking a deep breath, and then letting go, much to my dismay. "Fuck," He mutters under his breath and I laugh a little, and we both begin to paint again, a much more awkward atmosphere.

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We are done painting much sooner than I would have liked, and San starts to pack away the brushes and the paint bucket. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Wooyoung." I nod and feel the loss of his body heat as he starts to walk away, but something in me acts quickly and I grab his wrist, making him turn quickly to look at me.

"San, I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable before with me saying you're gay and all. I was jealous of you, and thought I hated you. I know you aren't I just was hoping if you said you were maybe I could ruin your reputation, but I really regret it now, I like you as our president." He is in shock as he stares at me. "I like you, San" I mutter this part under my breath, but I can tell he hears me as I let go of his wrist and he continues to look at me. 

"You're so pretty I hate it." Is all he says as he again turns away and walks out the front door, leaving me in the hallway, dumbstruck. 

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Sorry my Woo chapters are so short, I'm, trying to get to the good stuff don't worry :)