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Wooyoung had no idea why he picked woodwork. Firstly, it was boring, like he rather read then spend 45 minutes learning how to draw a straight line. Plus he legit gets splinters just from staring at the woods.
Oh wait, he remembers. San usually rolls his sleeves up, his veins showing and sweats dripping. The way he goes rough on those woods, sanding them till it's as smooth as butter, Wooyoung likes to imagine himself as the wood.
When he gets caught eye fucking San, he tells his teacher that staring at San helps him improve his imaginations.
It's been 30 minutes and the only thing Wooyoung has done with his block of wood was moving it an inch.
So giving up he takes his wood which meant to be smoothed with sandpaper 20 minutes ago. He skipped towards his boyfriend, slamming the wood onto San's workbench,
Wooyoung then leaned down on the bench and cupped his face as he batted his eyes and called for his boyfriend ❝San~❞
San stopped his action of chainsawing his plank of wood and smiled at him. ❝What is it?❞ He looks down at the wood being placed down. San understood where this was going; he sighed a little before saying ❝Wooyoung did you at least tried?❞
❝I visioned it, does that count?❞ Wooyoung replied in the whiny tone he uses only when talking to San. He hates it but he's trying to convince him okay?
❝No, it doesn't, now go at least try❞ The older slide the wood back on Wooyoung's side.
However, Wooyoung just stared at the wood and back at him. San used his last defence line with Wooyoung; it always worked.❝Try it for me?❞ The younger pouted and hummed in acknowledge, dreadfully taking the wood.
It wasn't even 30 seconds before Wooyoung winced in pain and San rush over to Wooyoung's bench because that boy had somehow hurt himself. ❝Are you okay?❞ San asked, getting a hold of the younger's hand.
There were three splinters Wooyoung manage to have ❝Im gonna die soon❞ Wooyoung dramatically collapsed on San's embrace.
❝Let's go to the infirmary❞ the older suggested while wrapping his arms around him. The two walked out the class, San leading the way while holding the younger's hand.
It took a little while to get them all out, the nurse shaking her head at the amount of times this certain boy has been here. San waited for the whole time, making Wooyoung feel guilty.
Stepping out of the room, Wooyoung lowered his head not wanting to look at the older. He quietly said ❝I'm sorry I wasted your time❞ he managed to say quietly.
❝Look at me❞ San spoke softly, lifting Wooyoung's chin so they could make eye contact. ❝It's alright; I am happy you at least tried for me❞ San truthfully told.
The younger was feeling all soft and squishy, so all he could do was give the most adorable smile. The one where his eyes would sparkle like the stars and his lil nose scrunched up. It manages to melt San's heart every single time.
❝Do your fingers still hurt?❞ San asked, cautiously holding onto his hand. ❝It stings a little❞ the other replied, about to say something else when he felt his hand being lifted.
San took hold of his palm and gave little kisses to each finger that had the splinter. Feeling too flustered Wooyoung blushed and buried his face onto San's shoulder.
The older let out slightly chuckled and wrapped one of his arms around Wooyoung's waist while the other stroked the back of his head. ❝Feeling shy, are you?❞ San whispered right into his ear.
Since Wooyoung was hiding his face, his words were mumbled, but it was clear enough for San to understand.
❝You just made me cum daddy❞ Wooyoung mumbled innocently.
(A/n) Wooyoung did pretty well guys let's give him some credit 😔✊
