"I hate this school," Wooyoung muttered, eyes focused on Yeosang's lips, who was leaning down on the desk. Looking down at Wooyoung with caring eyes.

"It's ok," he assured Wooyoung, pressing a short and sweet kiss on his lips. "My place after?"

Wooyoung, cheeks getting red at the kiss, nodded. Pulling Yeosang to sit down since the teacher walked in. Wooyoung put his hand on Yeosang's thigh and felt a buzz of electricity shoot through him at the contact. Yeosang raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his lips as he settled into the chair beside Wooyoung, their thighs brushing against each other.

"You're really going to make it hard for me to focus, you know," Yeosang whispered, his voice low and playful. Wooyoung shrugged, his confidence bolstered by the shared warmth between them.

"Maybe that's the point," Wooyoung shot back teasingly, a grin spreading across his face. Despite the school's chaos swirling around them, this small moment felt like theirs.

The teacher started the lesson, but Wooyoung found it hard to pay attention. Instead, he stole glances at Yeosang, who was absently tapping his pen against his notebook, lost in thought. The sight of his boyfriend, slightly disheveled and focused, made Wooyoung's heart race.

As the minutes passed, Wooyoung's thumb began to trace small circles on Yeosang's thigh, igniting a spark each time he felt the muscle twitch beneath his touch. Yeosang glanced over, catching Wooyoung’s gaze. The corners of his mouth lifted into a soft smile, and in that instant, Wooyoung knew that everything would be okay, if not just for today.

When the class finally ended, Wooyoung and Yeosang slipped out of the classroom together, hands brushing against each other as they walked down the hallway, the anticipation of their time alone pulling them closer.

"Meet you at the bike rack?" Yeosang asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Wooyoung replied, watching as Yeosang turned to head toward his locker, already thinking about the sweetness of those stolen moments they would share later.

...

"I win!" Wooyoung cheered as he stopped the bike, getting off quickly to unlock Yeosang's front door, the older gave him the key.

"I win, I win," he kept muttering in joy, only to get cut off by a kiss on the lips.

"Calm down, baby," Yeosang chuckled, pulling back slightly but keeping his hands on Wooyoung’s waist. “You’re going to scare the neighbors with all that excitement.”

Wooyoung's cheeks flushed pink, a broad grin stretching across his face as he tilted his head playfully. “I can’t help it! I just beat you in a race for the first time ever!”

“Just this once,” Yeosang teased, nudging Wooyoung playfully as they stepped inside the cozy apartment. The familiar scent of vanilla and fresh laundry wrapped around them, enveloping them in a sense of warmth and security.

Wooyoung flopped onto the couch dramatically, sighing in contentment. "This place is way better than the school," he declared, stretching his arms above his head.

Yeosang shook his head, unable to suppress a smile. “You just like it here because it means I can give you all my attention without any distractions.”

“Maybe,” Wooyoung replied, biting his lip in a flirtatious manner. “But it’s also nice to be away from those boring teachers and endless assignments.”

“True, true,” Yeosang agreed, moving to sit beside Wooyoung, their legs brushing against each other’s. He turned his body slightly, resting his arm along the back of the couch, subtly pulling Wooyoung closer. “What do you want to do now?”

Wooyoung pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin with a dramatic flair. “Hmm, I could think of a few... activities.” His gaze lingered on Yeosang’s lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh really?” Yeosang replied, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Care to elaborate?”

Before Wooyoung could respond, he leaned in, capturing Yeosang’s lips in a deep kiss that curled his toes. Yeosang melted into the kiss, parting his lips to deepen the connection between them.

When they finally pulled apart, Wooyoung's cheeks were dusted with color, and he was grinning like a fool. “Definitely one of those activities,” he said, his voice low and sultry, a gleam of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat between them rise. “Well, we’ve got plenty of time…” he responded softly, pulling Wooyoung closer still, ready to indulge in whatever their afternoon held.