- [COMPLETED]
wooyoung's sex ed attendance is great, but that means nothing when his inexperience costs him his grades plus confidence.
but then he gets to know choi 'virgin slayer' san and maybe his slump has a chance of coming to an end after all...
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Wooyoung doesn't know how he looks at this moment, but guessing by the expression on San's face, it probably isn't anything good.
In fact, San looks as distraught as he feels, and fuck, Wooyoung hates himself for dragging San into this catastrophe.
"Wooyoung?" His mother calls out for the second time, knocking on the door again. "Are you asleep, dear?"
"What do I do?" San mouths, but Wooyoung's already rushed off his bed, buttoning up his shirt again. If this wasn't happening right now he'd be reeling over this moment, wondering if he'd just dreamt up the Choi San touching and stimulating him like how he just did. But his mother's on the other side of the door, and he cannot let her know just how close he'd been to making out with a boy.
San leaves the bed too, concern etched into his features as Wooyoung switches on the lights, rips open his school bag and scatters a few notebooks across the bed.
"I'm here, mom," he then utters, clearing his throat and opening the door. In his urge to appear normal and totally like he hasn't just done something inappropriate, he'd completely forgotten about the hickeys on San's neck and shoulders. And judging by how San's eyes largen, he did too.
"Oh." Wooyoung's mom startles at seeing a stranger in her son's room, her aged eyes sparkling with surprise. She most likely missed seeing his shoes by the door and the helmet. "I haven't seen you before."
San straightens, and Wooyoung curses himself to hell and back for not thinking of covering the taller's neck with a scarf or something.
"That's Choi San. He's a classmate," Wooyoung proceeds to make up an explanation. His hands grow clammy when his mother's eyes definitely narrow in on San's neck. "He knew I was a bit sick, so decided to bring me the homework. But then it rained so I had to give him a change of clothes. We were working on it before you came. Only working."
"Alright, Wooyoung," his mother says, distractedly smoothing down the auburn strands of her bun. "And nice to meet you, San."
"Nice to meet you, Ms Jung," San answers, forcing on a smile. Wooyoung has never seen him look so awkward.
And unfortunately for them, Ms Jung is looking at those hickeys again.
Wooyoung attempts distracting her as he places what he hopes is a comforting hand on her shoulder. "How was work, mom? Hope it wasn't too stressful. You can tell me all about it in the living room."
But his mother doesn't budge. "Are those your clothes in the dryer?" She asks, addressing San.
San, on the other hand, casts a brief panicked look Wooyoung's way. "Um, yes, Ms Jung. Wooyoung helped me take them off."
Ms Jung's eyebrows jump.
San fidgets at his mistake while Wooyoung wants to throw himself off a cliff. "I mean -- he let me use the shower."
