Jung Wooyoung, the flower of my life

It all started with him. Jung Wooyoung. He was the bane of my existence . He was the reason I did everything I did. He did it? I had to do it better. Which puts us in this situation right now. I'm pressed up against a shower wall, one of his hands on the back of my neck, his other hand on my arm pinning it between us. Did I forget to mention, he's behind me. Yup that's right, face first against the wall and I can feel everything he has to offer pressing against me. Who? You ask. Him. Jung Wooyoung.