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Pull You In

"You're such a child," Wooyoung muttered, rubbing his temples.

San just grinned. "And you're so easy to mess with, baby."

Before Wooyoung could even react, a series of notification dings echoed through the room, turning everyone's attention to their phones.

Their professor had sent an announcement.

Class canceled due to personal reasons. Use this time to focus on your project.

...Great.

San pushed his chair even closer, until his face was right next to Wooyoung's, lips fucking grazing his cheek.

"The universe must be on my side," he giggled.

Wooyoung stilled.

The universe definitely was on San's side—because at the moment, it seemed like it hated Wooyoung.

The younger side-eyed San, his glare a silent warning, before rubbing his cheek against his hoodie as if to erase the touch.

San had the audacity to laugh. And not just any laugh—one of those warm, affectionate, fond ones.

Wooyoung considered murder.

With the help of every deity in existence, San had won.

The project had barely begun, and Wooyoung was already exhausted.

San dragged his chair even closer, the scraping sound grating against Wooyoung's nerves.

Ignore him. Work. He's a distraction—

San's knee brushed against his.

Wooyoung nearly flinched.

It wasn't intentional. Probably. But it was there—a barely-there touch that had no business feeling so noticeable.

Miserably, Wooyoung was hyperaware.

Of the faint scent of San's cologne—deep, rich, something frustratingly addicting.

Of the way San leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, lips curled in a lazy smirk.

Of how stupidly, unfairly attractive he looked when he wasn't even trying.

For once, San was actually being helpful.

For the first ten minutes.

Then, because of course, he got bored.

First, it was the small things.

A brush of fingers as he handed Wooyoung a pen. His arm draping over the back of Wooyoung's chair, forcing him to stay still. A casual stretch that just so happened to bring their shoulders together.

Wooyoung ignored it.

Then, San started reading the assignment aloud.

Which would have been fine.

If his voice wasn't so low.

"'The fundamental philosophy of human behavior...'" San murmured, voice dropping into something completely unnecessary.

Wooyoung gritted his teeth.

San leaned in, lips brushing dangerously close to his ear.

"Why are you blushing, baby?"

Wooyoung wasn't blushing.

Until now.

San smirked, clearly seeing through him.