(no) Strings Attached

Mistakes Meant To Make

San was already there. Of course he was. Legs spread, posture relaxed, twirling a pen between his fingers like he hadn't been a smug bastard just days ago.

He didn't look over at first. Didn't say a word.
Wooyoung almost thought he'd get away with pretending San didn't exist.

Until—

"You look bad."

San's voice was low, casual. Like he hadn't nearly wrecked him emotionally. Like he hadn't followed him down that hallway, kissed him breathless, then gone and entertained a damn blowjob like it meant nothing.

Wooyoung bit the inside of his cheek.

"I see you're projecting again," he muttered, not looking at him.

San finally turned, studying him for a second too long. "No. I mean it. You look like you haven't been sleeping."

Wooyoung hated how accurate that was. Hated that San noticed.

He reached for his notebook, aggressively flipping to their project page. "Can we just talk about Piaget instead of my sleep schedule?"
San leaned in a bit. His voice dropped.

"I'm trying."

Wooyoung froze. That wasn't smug. That wasn't flirty.

That was... almost sincere.

He didn't respond, heart pounding. San leaned back, giving him space again—but the air stayed thick.

"Trying what? Keeping your dick in your pants?" Wooyoung scoffed refusing to let himself fall in the trap again.

San let out an almost exhausted sigh. "Can't you let me speak with you?" He whispered, his eyes trying to lock into the ones that avoided him like the plague.

"Not really. I don't think we have anything to talk about now, do we San?" He bit back.

"Mr. Jung, Mr. Choi. Anything you'd like to share with the class again? Since you know how to make a spectacle of yourselves..." their professor deadpanned, dissatisfied with the continuous murmurs coming from their desk.

The class stilled, eyes pinning at the duo.

"I am sorry professor. But my seat mate can't seem to keep his mouth shut and is disturbing my focus. May I change seats?" Wooyoung asked, only to receive a shake of his head.

"No. You're supposed to sit next to your project partner." His professor replied, discarding his desperation a bit too easily.

"Yes, professor. You know we're bound next to each other." San whispered to Wooyoung who didn't acknowledge him no more.

The rest of the class was just painfully awkward. Neither attempted to talk, especially Wooyoung.

So San gave him space. Now if Wooyoung liked that or not was another conversation.

Just as the professor dismissed the class, reminding them that the presentation is approaching Wooyoung started packing his bag.

But then suddenly a gasp was heard a few feet away the exclamation of his name spoken too excitedly.

"Wooyoung! Oh my god!" The mentioned boy's jaw dropped in an 'o' shape, surprised to see Seojun standing tall next to him.

"Thank god we met again! I was so down for forgetting to ask your number." Seojun smiled as he neared the shorter.

Wooyoung smiled despite his emotional distress as he waved a hand. "I was thinking about that too." He confessed, trying his hardest to ignore the burning eyes on his skull.