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Yuto
woke
up the day after feeling a little bit tired, like he spent the night
running
for miles. Truth be told, he didn’t sleep well. After
checking on Wooseok
Instagram account several times to see if he meant to publish other
photos he
finally fell asleep, but his sleep was actually tormented. He woke up
every
half an hour and he dreamt of something he wanted to forget.
That was
actually impossible. Wooseok was waiting for him on their table. Their
classroom
had a whole table reserved for them during their holiday, but he was
the only
one still there. They were both late: lessons were about to start in
fifteen
minutes.
“You’re
late for breakfast” he said when Yuto sat near him.
“I couldn’t
sleep well tonight, so I just woke up” the other explained
with a love voice,
looking at his hair. Wooseok had usually long black hair, but lately it
was
like he meant to redefine the word “long”. His hair
were slightly caressing his
cheeks now. Yuto couldn’t stop watching at them. They looked
so soft…
“Yeah, I
bet” Wooseok replied, taking another slice of bread in his
hands.
Yuto frowned.
Did he just… blinked at
him?
“What are
you looking at? This is not the right moment to enjoy the
view” Wooseok
laughed.
Yuto almost
choked drinking his coffee and started coughing.
Wooseok laughed
even more. “Are you okay, Yuto? Are you sure
everything’s fine?”
Yuto hated
him. Did he know what he was doing to him?
“Yeah, I’m
okay. It’s just… I forgot to put some sugar in my
coffee” he explained. Lucky for
him, his mind came up with an excuse.
“Yeah, it’s
my fault. I’m quite a distraction for you today. Here, let me
help you” Wooseok
replied with a smirk. Before Yuto could even process what was
happening,
Wooseok was taking the little jar with the sugar in it, lining on him
to do it,
his hand on Yuto’s leg.
“I could’ve
done it by myself” Yuto murmured after a few seconds.
“Oh, yes, I
bet it too. You have wonderful hands. Who knows what else you could do
with
them… But I bet it would’ve been a very much less
pleasing experience for you,
doing it by yourself” Wooseok blinked at him again.
Yuto drank
his coffee and didn’t reply. Maybe he was just dreaming.
***
Yuto
hoped again
to be sleeping when he went knocking on Wooseok’s door that
night.
“I’m gonna
count to five. If he doesn’t open this door before five,
I’m going”.
It wasn’t
Yuto’s lucky day. Wooseok opened the door at three.
“Oh, hi
Yuto. Ehi, where are you going?” he asked, pointing at his
outfit.
He wasn’t
wrong to be honest. Yuto was wearing a black tight pair of jeans and a
white
shirt, which were way more elegant than everything he used to wear
everyday.
He started
to explain awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Have
you met the girls
from the second floor? After we finished the lessons this morning they
waited
for me and told me they are going to throw a party tonight in their
room and,
well, they invited me and asked me to…”
“To go
there with your plus one? With someone cute like you?”
Wooseok interrupted him,
laughing.
Yuto laughed
too, wondering how did he manage to guess they asked him exactly that.
He wasn’t
going to tell him that, of course.
“Come
inside” Wooseok continued “I have to dress properly
for it”.
Yuto entered
the room and closed the door while Wooseok started picking something
from his
wardrobe. He couldn’t go to a party with the pajama he was
wearing at the
moment.
He went to
the bathroom without adding anything. Yuto sat on one of the beds,
ready to
wait for him for an hour at least. Surprisingly, he didn’t
wait that long. Wooseok
was standing in front of him after ten minutes.
He was
wearing a leather pair of pants, a white shirt slightly ripped under
his left
nipple, a black choker and he put some black make up on his eyes.
Yuto stood
up without even realizing it.
“You’re…” he started, but then
he stopped,
realizing he was going to tell something really dumb.
“Yes, I
know. You too, by the way” Wooseok replied, taking a leather
jacket. “Let’s go
now”.
***
The
girls whom
invited Yuto greeted them with big smiles when they arrived. Everyone
seemed
charmed by them, by Wooseok in particular. He was beautiful and Yuto
knew he
was difficult for everyone to stop looking at him – or maybe
he was just
biased.
The room
was really big – there were four beds in it, full of things
to eat and drink at
the moment – so there was a lot of space and a lot of people.
Some old bops
were blasting from the speakers and everyone was dancing in the dark.
Some girls
looked at them with interested looks. Wooseok turned his back on them.
“I see you’re
still my friend” he said to Yuto, speaking right to his hear
to overcome the
high volume of the music, his breath causing tingles to the
other’s sensitive
skin “I thought you were going to avoid me”.
“I would
never do that. I think I’m not capable of it” Yuto
replied before he could’ve
stopped himself, hoping he didn’t just say something too
revealing.
“Doesn’t
the fake boyfriend concept bother you?” Wooseok asked again.
Yuto felt
like he was being tested. Of course he couldn’t reply he
hated only the “fake”
part, so he just answered “no”.
“Well,
good. Because two girls are coming near and it would be useful if
we… fake it
again”.
Yuto knew
he was going to ruin everything if he would’ve asked why, so
he just nodded,
but he wasn’t ready for what was going to happen.
Wooseok went
near him again, like they were talking just a few seconds ago, but he
kissed
his left ear and the back of it instead of it.
Yuto couldn’t
help it and moaned, thanking the loud music for covering the sound. He
felt
every inch of his body warm and alive.
Wooseok put
his hand on the other’s shoulder before stopping and laughed.
“Don’t get too
used to it. Anyway, it worked. The girls literally ran when that saw
our show”.
Yuto lowkey
hoped some other girls bothered Wooseok the whole night.