San ignored him completely. "Besides, if nothing happened, then you shouldn't be so jumpy, right?"
Smirking, his hand landed boldly on Wooyoung's thigh. Very high too.
Firm. Casual. Like it was his possession.
Wooyoung jerked, smacking San's wrist away with enough force to echo.
"Are you out of your mind?" he hissed, voice just a little too loud.
A few heads turned.
San just rubbed his wrist like Wooyoung had personally offended him.
"Damn, baby. You act like I don't know exactly what you did with these legs weeks ago."
Wooyoung gawked, absolutely, entirely done.
Max and Jack, their seatmates, had both paused mid-conversation.
"Oh my god," Wooyoung seethed under his breath. "You are so fucking impossible—"
San leaned in close burying his nose in the crook of Wooyoung's neck, earning a sharp breath intake from the younger.
It undoubtedly brought more unnecessary attention on them.
"Admit it," he murmured, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "You miss me." The way the older's warm lips grazed his skin had Wooyoung in need to fucking bite his lips.
Only a second later, frowning, Wooyoung slammed his notebook on the desk.
"The only thing I miss is a time before I met your stupid ass."
San just chuckled. "Damn, I love it when you're mean to me. Keeps things hard." He wiggled his brows. Wooyoung gasped so hard he almost swallowed his tongue.
"Shut the fuck up—"
The door creaked open.
Professor Lee walked in.
Wooyoung inhaled sharply, snapping his mouth shut.
But San wasn't done.
And neither was Wooyoung.
Their professor, oblivious to what unfolded a few seconds ago; turned to the class smiling.
"Alright, guys. Today we're diving into emotional repression. Who wants to tell us why people tend to suppress their emotions rather than express them openly?"
San chuckled loudly, making his professor quirk an eyebrow. Not because he was offended; but because he was surprised San paid attention to even have any reaction in his class.
"Oh, that's easy," San paused with a charming smile as he looked at their professor. "May I?" He tilted his head, smiling when the older man rushed to give him permission.
It's not every day he successfully makes students like San care.
Humming the student went on, "Some people just love pretending they don't care. Even when it's obvious they are dying to react."
Wooyoung crossed his arms as he scoffed beside him, making the teacher's eyes jump on him instead. "Or maybe some people mistake emotional repression for just not giving a damn."
The classroom was so quite, almost a hundred eyes on them.
"That's a great way to think about it. But before we enter vague theories, let's take it up a notch. Have any of you ever found yourselves suppressing emotions, only for them to come out in unintended ways?"
San, once again giggled. "Oh, all the time. Some people act like they've got it all under control, but then they explode over the smallest things. Like say... rejecting a candy."
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Fanfiction"Hey San... wanna fuck?" It was supposed to be enough. It was never enough.
