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"Shit -- you're partnered up with Choi San? Choi Virgin Slayer San? Oh my god!"

Mingi's playful with punching Yunho's shoulder from where he is beside him, but it's clear he wants him to cut it out. Yunho, on the other hand, is downright ecstatic at the news, the light from his computer brightening up his cheeks and highlighting his rosy nose.

"Okay, okay," Yunho defends himself, twirling his chair at where Wooyoung's sprawled helplessly across his king sized bed. He barely covers half of it. "But that's what everyone calls him though. Or at least used to. Damn, I wish I'd been present. Bet San wasn't there."

"He wasn't," Mingi retorts in Wooyoung's place, and Wooyoung can just feel his troubled stare. And he wants him to stop, because he's embarrassed, not hopeless. "So your dad told Woo to talk to San about his attendance."

"And?" The curiosity in Yunho's voice is contagious, bringing Wooyoung back to the very moment he braved himself to go to San and ultimately make a ginormous fool of himself.

"I..." Wooyoung gulps. He turns around, but then regrets it instantly when the lightbulb briefly attacks his eyeballs.

"You what?"

Wooyoung grabs the nearest comic from the ones littering Yunho's bed, and busies himself with a loose thread of his kirby-themed pyjamas. "I... somehow ...stared at his dick."

Yunho guffaws, clapping his hands like a seal. Wooyoung slams the comic over his face to hide his burning ears.

"It's not funny," Mingi states.

"It is," Yunho replies. "I'd thought today would suck because I got sick but god, this just made my day."

"You suck, Yun," Wooyoung groans, but he's known the guy long enough to not feel a type of way at his jokes. He just wishes he didn't provide the ammo for a lot of them. "Really suck."

"Okay," Yunho bites his lip, but when Wooyoung looks at him there's some humor left in his gaze. "I'm sorry for laughing, but then again, look at the bright side, alright? Bet San's used to people looking at his dick all the time."

That doesn't make Wooyoung feel any better. "But I didn't mean to. And he looked so angry after I did that, like he never expected me to. I feel terrible."

"No need to be," Yunho assures, going back to his game. "He may have looked pissed, but at the end of the day, it's not like you're friends with him or anything. You have no obligation to give a fuck what he thinks."

Yunho's right. He's absolutely right, but Wooyoung's stubborn mind won't let his and San's interaction go. They aren't friends, and most likely never will be, but Wooyoung's always been far too sensitive to what others thought of him. And now that there's a huge chance of San despising him because of what he did, it drives him crazy.

"And hopefully no virgins will be getting slayed anytime soon, especially when talking about sexually transmitted infections," Yunho decides to comment, to Wooyoung's annoyance.

Mingi tickles the taller until he's got him choking on his spit, and then he's on his feet, grabbing the bag on the nightstand.

"I got something new," he tells them, and they immediately understand.

"Need any help?" Wooyoung inquires, even when Yunho's bathroom has a large ass mirror and he dislikes having to see his face.

"Nah, I'm good."

As Mingi's changing, Wooyoung thinks over his and San's conversation for the millionth time. The other's frown fills his mind's eye, as well as that short moment he seemed a little less closed off. Despite all the stuff that's been said about San, Wooyoung's never actually seen him with his tongue down anybody's throat.

The door opens again, and in steps Mingi. Wooyoung's momentarily distracted by heels, before he looks up and sees his friend in a studded choker, dark croptop and what looks like a mesh between shorts and a skirt.

Yunho whistles. "You look hot. But I think it's missing some fishnets."

"I'm going for alternative, not hooker."

"But you can wear fishnets without being a hooker, Mings."

"You look great," Wooyoung quickly says before they get caught up in some argument. They never last, but he longs for some peace tonight. And for San to get out of his head once and for all.

He means it too, because Mingi needs this. Like everything else he buys, he'll never wear this out unless he's one hundred percent sure his parents won't find out. And that's why he always dresses up in Yunho's house, because he knows he and Wooyoung won't look at him weird for it.

"Thanks," Mingi grins broadly, and Wooyoung recognizes what looks like eyeshadow and...glitter?

"Want me to do your makeup?" Mingi suggests. "Yunho mentioned his dad's coming home late today because of some date thing he has."

Wooyoung makes a show of laughing, but it's obvious it's fake. "Nope, I'm good."

"Wooyoung's never shown his calves or shoulders in the three years we've known him," Yunho shakes his head. "He's a lost cause."

"I just don't like exposing my body, is all. No offense Mingi," Wooyoung argues, flopping over the cushiony bed. Its softness unfortunately brings him back to the shape of Choi San's lips. He exhales, clenching his eyes shut.

"I should switch partners."

Yunho grimaces. "I know my dad. He'll never allow that."

"Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck my life."

"Look," Yunho begins. "If San tries anything, kick him in the balls."

Wooyoung's eyes snap open. "He wouldn't."

"And how do you know that?"

Good point. "I don't, but you're making it sound like he'll jump me or something," Wooyoung explains. He can't figure out why, but it irritates him how Yunho keeps talking about San.

"I just want you to be careful."

Since Wooyoung's luck is pure trash, Mingi looks like he's agreeing too. "You can always work on the project in Yunho's house. So we'll always see what he does."

Anger steams in Wooyoung's chest, scalding and overwhelming. But he forces it down, just like he does with anything else that bothers him.

He shrugs. "Nothing will happen. But alright."

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To Wooyoung's and everyone's surprise, San shows up to the next Sex-Ed class. He sits at the empty table stationed by the windows, ignoring everyone and everything. This time his outfit consists of a simple red sweater tucked into his ripped jeans, but he has shades on.

Wooyoung doesn't realize he's outright staring until Yunho tapping his knee snaps him out of it.

"Don't look at him," he tells him. "It won't do you any good."

Wooyoung nods, but when Mr Jeong steps in for class, he can't deny the itch to turn around and stare at San again. Especially with those shades he has on. Wooyoung wonders why he's wearing them.

The sun's bright even with the slowly freezing temperatures, and when Wooyoung quickly sneaks a glance in San's direction, it's like the guy's shining, radiant. It's a fact everyone already knows, but San's sheer attractiveness precedes everything else.

Fortunately, Yunho's dad tells them to get to work. Unfortunately, Yunho's dad tells them to get to work. Which means he needs to sit with San now.

People are staring, Wooyoung knows this, but doesn't let that deter him from pulling out the chair beside San to sit.

"Um, hi," he greets, voice a bit unsteady. He takes out his notebook, and tries to arrange his things without letting San's obvious staring get to him.

"I uh, I didn't get a bunch of info since I got busy with -- " he stiffens as San leans sideways on his table, "with the rest of my classes, ha ha."

San looks away, licking his lips. Wooyoung ignores how sensual it looks, zipping open his pencil case. Stop being a freaking weirdo.

"Didn't bring anything," San says, a little raspy.

"It's fine. We have until the end of the month to make a presentation on it, anyway," Wooyoung answers. Shit, his hands are beginning to sweat like crazy now. "No stress."

He doesn't know why he's rambling so damn much in front of San, of all people. He's well aware of how lame he must look right now, with his glasses and pastel clothing, sitting beside the proclaimed virgin slayer.

He internally cringes at the vulgar term.

It's even more awkward, especially with San taking all the time in the world to reply. With his dark shades, he looks even more fatigued. Like he can't be bothered.

"Are you okay?" Wooyoung can't help but question.

San smirks, but it's bitter. It's clear their last interaction has soured him to Wooyoung's advances.

Wooyoung chews his lip. "I'm sorry -- "

San's suddenly in his space, and then he's taking the only yellow pen Wooyoung has. The Despicable Me themed one.

"Nice pen," San twirls it around his fingers, before scribbling something down in Wooyoung's notebook.

The shorter's eyes enlarge. "Uh -- "

Numbers decorate the edge of the page in elegant handwriting.

"My number." San rakes a hand through his hair. "So we can discuss infected privates after school."

"Oh," Wooyoung coughs. "Uh, thank you."

San freezes, this odd look on his face. Like he's at a loss of words. Wooyoung is suddenly glad his eyes are covered, but now that he thinks about it, Yunho's dad never told San to take those shades off since class began.

Now that he has San's number, there technically isn't anything else they should be discussing that they can't discuss after school. But Wooyoung hates silence, especially ones that make him uncomfortable.

San's looking through the windows, the sun's rays hitting his cheekbones. "What?" He abruptly asks, not bothering to look in the shorter's direction.

"I'm really sorry about what happened last time. I never meant to anger you or hurt your feelings -- "

"Oh really? Because you sure stared at my dick like you wanted it."

"I-It was a mistake, I swear," Wooyoung stammers, heart thundering within his ribcage. "I don't want your dick. I mean -- " he shakes his head. "I was just nervous -- "

"Nervous?" San is back to looking at him, and though his face expresses nothing, he sounds...amused.

He leans over the table, and although it's nothing sexual Wooyoung can't help but associate the male with innuendos. "You'll have to make it up to me if you actually mean that."

"What?"

"A free lunch, Jung," San smiles, and although it's dry and void of emotion, deep dimples line his cheeks. They drastically soften up his face. "I get to choose whatever I want."

Wooyoung should say no. After all, he has no obligation to care about San's opinion of him or do whatever he says. But something in him wants to please.

He nods. "...Okay."

San smirks once more, and Wooyoung's stomach flips at the sight. But even with how hot San admittedly is, Wooyoung can't stop thinking about how forced it sorta looks.

Yunho and Mingi are staring his way now. Wooyoung glares to get them to stop, but San has noticed and is back to looking out the windows again.

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a/n: thoughts?