Sacrilegious ][ WOOSAN

15<3

Wooyoung

I did it, but at what cost? There I am, standing in the middle of the cafeteria, hands hanging lazily at my sides, my mind in complete chaos. Yunho jumps from his seat in the very back of the room, and runs to me pulling me into a big hug, while Yeosang casually walks towards us and points to the crowd before us who sit in utter shock.

"Let's go somewhere to talk." I hear Yeosang's deep voice in my ear, and I nod slightly, and it takes both Yunho and Yeosang to pull me from my trance as we move to the senior lounge. The room itself reminds me of San, and my skin feels cold and numb.

"Fuck Wooyoung, you did it. I honestly never thought you'd follow through, I mean, thank you really." Yunho paces back and forth and smiles widely, excitement from my actions coursing through him. 

"Wooyoung, you good?" Yeosang can tell I am upset, and I am unable to answer his question due to the excessive amounts of tears I am holding back. "Really, thank you Wooyoung, and I'm sorry. We both are sorry." Yeosang grabs Yunho's shoulder and Yunho nods along, still way too happy that we finally took San down.

"Just wait until they post that video, San will get expelled, even worse, I will get expelled." I shake with anxiety at the thought. Yunho and Yeosang only pat my back with sympathy.

"We'll make sure you can stay at school Wooyoung, we can explain it was all a plan, and worse you can get is a suspension, trust us." Yeosang tries to comfort me, but I only nodded and sit down slowly in the senior lounge, my body shaking aggressively as a panic attack commences.

"Guys thanks for trying to help, I just need to be alone right now, tell my teachers I won't be at class the rest of the day." I manage to spurt this out, but I can tell my friends are worried, their faces giving it away. 

"Okay, we'll talk to you later, right?" Yunho asks uncertainly and I only give him a small thumbs up as they awkwardly leave me to be alone. 

And alone I am, with millions of thoughts swarming my mind, my eyes red and swollen, and I am unable to move. I sit here for what seems like a whole day, but was in reality, only two hours before I hear small footsteps, and I open my eyes to face the door. There in front of me was a boy in an equally terrible state, blond hair disheveled, and uniform shirt untucked. His eyes swayed back and forth, scanned my body, and overall looked uncertain and sad.

"San I-"

"I really don't want to hear it Wooyoung."

"I know I was dumb-it was stupid of me to do this, I didn't want to-" I stop as San walks dangerously close to me, and places his cold hands on my shoulders, my body shivers and my eyes close.

"I fucking love you Wooyoung, don't you get it?" As his sentence ends, his lips clash with mine and I, after getting over the shock, kiss him back intensely. I know right away that this isn't the correct way to solve our problems, but it feels so amazing, and I am unable to stop myself. Stop my hands from sifting through his hair like sand, from holding his slim waist, and from moaning his name softly as he grinds against me.

He pushes me against the wall and I feel our crotches rub against one another, the friction overwhelmingly pleasurable, but I am left wanting more. 

"San, please-"

"Please what Woo?" He aggressively kisses my neck, and leaves hickeys as I moan and react just the way he wants me too. I am completely under his control, but I love it.

"Jerk me off Sannie. Please." I mutter quietly, but loud enough for him to hear, as he slips his hand into my uniform pants and unzips them as he reaches my bare stomach, he kisses it and moans my name seductively and my cheeks tint a light pink. His fingers trail down my belly button and then he grasps my hard member, still clothed in my boxers quite suddenly, causing me to jolt in pleasure, but the contact is still not enough, and I start to kiss him as he slips his hand under my boxers and our skin comes into contact. His fingers are miracle workers and he leaves me a moaning mess, while I kiss his neck, leaving a few hickeys and almost drooling from all of the pleasure, his touch so intimate and loving. 

"San-ah-I'm gonna cum-ah." He finishes me off, my orgasm rippling through my body and cum spurting all over his hand and on my stomach. I run one hand through San's disheveled hair and lean in for another kiss before cleaning myself up, and effectively leaving San there in the senior lounge, alone. 

"Wooyoung." I hear a soft voice calling out my name, but I ignore it, unable to face the real conversation we have to have, one that will mean I will no longer be able to feel San's touch, hear his sultry voice again, or run my fingers through his hair. He's done a lot more to me than I'd like to admit. Sure, he was the popular and lovable Choi San, but I ruined that, and I don't think I'll ever be able to get him back. 

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School sucks. I hope everyone is having a good week. Thanks for supporting this story. These chapters are getting short, sorry, but I will up the word count when I start having more time to update and such. It's almost Thanksgiving so that will be a good time to write more, I can save some chapters up so I can have a normal release schedule. Love y'all.