professionals

thirty seven. *

san

dance practise after school is probably the worst thing to do alone with wooyoung.

we were actually practising in a empty classroom on an abandoned part of the school because wooyoung said "its better to work uninterrupted." but i just think its creepy.

"take a photo itll last longer." wooyoung spoke as i seemed to have zoned out while looking at him lift his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "i dont want your nasty photo tainting my phone."

"youd probably touch yourself to it." he stuck his tongue out at me and he gestured at the spot next to him which meant our break was over.

"you cant seem to make eye contact with me when im on top of you so we are gonna practise that part." he took a moment to take a deep breath as the music started playing and i layed on the floor for my part.

he watched as i moved my body on the floor before moving himself to join when it was time. he put his arms next to my head and slowly lowered the rest of his body between my legs and he continued to move against me before slapping me. "make eye contact."

i scrunched up my face and flipped myself to sit on top of him straddling his waist and hitting his chest. "dont fucking slap me pretty boy." i brought my hand up and the door busted open.

"choi san! get off of mr jung right now! im fully aware thats not part of the dance !!" it was the dance teacher.

"fucking piece of shit !!" i got off of wooyoung and stormed out of the room being stopped by seonghwa bumping into me.

black truly was an amazing color on him.

"sorry angel i cant talk right now i have to find my dance partner." he grabbed my shoulders to move past me with a sweet smile.

made my heart flutter a little.

i pushed the thoughts aside when the dance teacher came out of the room and i started running down the hall into the males restroom before locking myself in a stall and stood there.

a small feminine giggle was heard above me.

jennie was sitting on top of my stall and it was truly weird. he legs were on the other side of the walls which if im being honest-

-aroused me to see her in such a position above me.

"you and seonghwa huh?" she giggled. "sorry angel" she said in a lower tone. she moved so she was sitting directly above me and i looked down to try to not make my boner worse.

"i thought you had a crush on wooyoung?" she asked me as she started to play with my hair. her asking that made me jump and i accidentally hit my head on her crotch.

"sorry. no i dont like wooyoung." she put her hands between her legs and i chose to not look.

as she was wearing a skirt.

jennie jumped down into the stall and put the toilet seat down to sit on it she pulled he shoes and socks down before her skirt and i looked at her slowly feeling myself grow.

"itll be a little hard in this small area." i spoke quietly as she put her skirt and socks back on before dragging me out of the stall and into another empty room next to the bathroom and locked both doors and she told me to lay down on some desks.

i lined desks up and i got a giddy feeling in my stomach as i layed down and watched her take her skirt and underwear off along with her shirt and bra.

it was pretty.

she came over to me and say herself on my lap as she slowly moved against me and i put her tit in my mouth and swirled my tongue around her nipple.

"actually i dont quite trust your dick yet." she said as she stood up above me and sat back down over my face.

[time skip]

"you fucking small like vagina you weirdo." we tried to practise again and this was going to be the eighth time wooyoung was going to make me wash my face after accidentally looking through the windows of the classroom i was in while jennie was sat on my face orgasming for the third time.

which was sadly the last cus we heard wooyoung scream from the other side of the wall.

"i dont want to wash my face."

"im not kissing you, pussy mouth."

"whatever act like your dick wasnt down my throat like three hours ago." i grumbled and got up to go wash my face once more.

when i entered the bathroom seonghwa was in there.

im not gay but whew.

he looked hot when he was sweating.

i started to wash my face to ignore seonghwa wiping his sweat with a towel he probably got from a locker room.

that gave away his practise spot.

i felt smart.

i took my face away from the sink and seonghwa was standing next to me with a bottle of cream as he started to dry off my face with a different towel.

"if you keep washing your face it'll get dry angel." he put the towel over his shoulder and started to rub the cream on my face gently.

i could hear my heart beat as i looked up at him and he smiled back at me.

"yknow. i dont believe ill ever forget that lap dance you gave me." he spoke as he finished up and washed his hands.

"ohhh. that was-"

"-just business im aware." he cut me off and smiled softly before walking out of the bathroom and into the direction of the boys basketball locker room which was im fact on the same floor as us and lead to the gym.

my body felt all warm and tingly but it ended when i walked into the room and saw wooyoung sitting on the desks.

"did you use soap this time, pussy mouth?" he threw a tube of mouth wash at me and a tube of chapstick as he walked over to me before pausing.

he squinted at me before moving closer to smell my face.

"seonghwa huh?" he asked me and i almost spit out the mouthwash.

he must be good with smells.

"his scent is like... all over you and you used his lotion too." he laughed at me as i moved the mouthwash around my mouth before spitting it into an empty plastic bottle and using the chapstick.

i sighed and decided to ignore him as i turned the music on.

my mind trailed to seonghwa.

he wasnt in our class for dance but yeosang was the only one without a partner and someone spoke about jennie not having a partner either.

who was he with.

"ugh you keep zoning out. we are done for the day." wooyoung grabbed his phone and bag before leaving the room.

so i decided to see for myself. i picked up my bag and my jacket as i ran off into the direction of the gym.