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synopsis: you & san went out to the bar for a shirley temple, your usual tradition. the bartender ends up sliding you a number, saying you have a secret admirer. san takes it from your hands before you could react, calling the number listening for the ring. he hears it in a distance, repeatedly calling until he could find who it belonged to. he didn’t end up finding who it was, so he stood in the middle of the bar & said. “i don’t know who’s fucking with us, but this is my girlfriend. she is mine. how are you gonna give a number but not pick up…” san whispers the end, walking back to you. although he tried not to show it, he was genuinely bothered. this moment led to when you were officially in bed.
warnings; semi public sex, oral (fem receiving), public bathroom sex, unprotected, (they didn't lock the door lol), still in highschool but legal age, pet names, crying.
wc; 3k
wonwoo was busy checking the test papers of the class, sitting at his desk with a pen in his hand. after class, everyone had already left the room. when he was about to check your paper, he glanced at your chair and noticed that your bag was still there.
you were supposed to have gone home by now, his brows furrowed as he took out his phone to text you.
[wonwoo]:
where are you
[y/n]:
😭😭
[wonwoo]:
??
[y/n]:
plsss do not lock the room:(( im still at practice
wonwoo let out a deep breath.
[wonwoo]:
i wont
you smiled at his reply.
you asked your coach if it's okay for you to leave practice early, and the coach agreed. you immediately ran toward your classroom building then suddenly you heard another notification from your phone, and your lips parted as you saw it.
[wonwoo]:
still at the gym?
stay there, i'll get you.
your breath caught, and your eyes widened upon reading his message.
[y/n]:
uh, first floor of the building
you stood still, adjusting your hair. you hissed when you realized that you were covered in sweat.
wiping the sweat from your face, you saw wonwoo walking down the stairs, his eyes immediately found you.
"you left your bag upstairs," he said, and you walked alongside him. both of you returned to the classroom. he went to his desk, took a towel, and handed it to you.
you gasped, "thank you," taking the towel and starting to wipe your face. he glanced at you discreetly before deciding to resume checking the papers.
"why are you checking those?" you asked, puzzled.
"mr. choi asked me to," he replied curtly, not making eye contact.
"you should go home now, it's getting late," the class president looked up at you, and you nodded slowly. but before walking away, you asked, "what about you?"
he raised his eyebrows and asked back, confused, "what about me?"
"i mean, aren't you going home too?" you asked, feeling a bit worried. he looked at you and replied, "uh... i'll just finish this first. you can go."
you nodded and decided to leave the classroom and head home.
days went by, and everything seemed normal, except for the fact that you and wonwoo had been exchanging eye contacts and unknowingly throwing flirts at each other. while you might not have noticed, your classmates certainly did.
they would tease both of you about everything you did.
it was after class, and everyone had already left the classroom except for you and the class president. he handed you the keys and mentioned that he would go home first to study early.
as he was about to leave the classroom, you gathered your courage and shouted, "president!" he turned and looked at you, waiting for what you had to say. with nervousness, you bit your lips and asked, "do you like me?"
he froze, his eyes locked with yours, unsure of how to respond. he stood there silently, leaving you waiting for an answer.
"aren't you... going to answer?" you asked, but immediately gasped as you realized what you had just said. embarrassed, you turned your back to him, feeling as if you had forced him into a difficult situation.
"i... do i... like you?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. mentally cursing yourself for the confusion, you looked at him again, expecting him to answer your question rather than posing another one.
"i... i asked you that question..." you said awkwardly, feeling a bit flustered. his captivating eyes remained fixed on you, and you couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable.
"i... i honestly don't know," he said quietly.
his response left you feeling uncertain and a bit disappointed. was that a rejection? you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at this point. looking around the empty classroom, you let out a sigh and said, "it's fine... i just asked." you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
wonwoo nodded and left the classroom, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts. you couldn't help but overthink about tomorrow and how the atmosphere between the two of you might become more tense.
while wonwoo was studying, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. you were occupying his mind, making it difficult for him to focus on his studies.
"she must've misunderstood..." he sighed, overthinking the way he had expressed himself earlier. he was confused and realized that he genuinely didn't know his own feelings yet. however, the way he had responded made it sound like a rejection.
"aish..." he sighed, dropping his pen in frustration. unable to shake off his thoughts, he took out his phone and texted you again.
[wonwoo]:
hey
[wonwoo]:
hello ?
you saw his message but hadn't replied yet. he noticed that his message had been seen but not responded to, and now regret was slowly consuming him, driving him crazy.
and now he couldn't even sleep
"this is crazy," wonwoo whispered to himself, growing increasingly frustrated with his racing thoughts that were keeping him awake.
"how could she just say it like that, as if it was nothing?" he sighed, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation. he tried to pinch himself, hoping to snap out of his restless state, but it didn't seem to help.
morning came and the class started, but both of you were avoiding each other at all costs. every time wonwoo saw you walking towards his direction, he would try to disappear in an instant. similarly, whenever you spotted him near you, you would go to great lengths to distance yourself, even dragging your best friend away from his presence.
"whyy?" your best friend asked in frustration.
"it feels like both of you are magnets with opposite poles, constantly avoiding each other!" she was so exasperated that she even grabbed hold of her own hair in frustration.
you let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the situation. "i don't know," you replied, your voice tinged with a mix of confusion and longing. "it's just... complicated, i guess."
"just ask him again how he feels," your friend rolled her eyes in frustration. you shook your head, feeling hesitant about the idea.
"it will look like i forced him or something," you murmured, feeling unsure about the right approach. your friend simply shrugged and said, "sounds like a you problem. i'm off, bye!" and with that, she left.
you whined, trying to catch up with her, but as you turned around, you felt someone's presence behind you. you silently prayed to all heavens and saints, hoping that it wouldn't be wonwoo. however, luck was not on your side, as you turned and find him standing there.
your heart skipped a beat, and a mix of nervousness and anticipation flooded through you. it was an unexpected encounter, and now you had to face him directly.
"i-uh..." you stammered, your nerves getting the best of you, making it difficult to speak properly.
"can we talk?" wonwoo asked, his gaze averted. "not in this hallway..."
you nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "sure, let's find a quieter place," you replied, your voice slightly shaky. you both began to walk towards your empty classroom.
when you reached the classroom, the awkwardness was permeating the atmosphere. you faked a cough, and he scratched his nape. both of you were lost and didn't know exactly what to do.
"uhm, you don't really have to-" you were cut off when he suddenly spoke. "i like you. i liked you too... and i'm sorry for confusing you."
your lips parted in shock, and you froze as you just stared at him. you kinda wished you had never asked him that question, as now you're confused about your feelings too.
if both of you like each other, then what does that make you two?
"do you like me?" wonwoo asked.
you bit your lip and slightly nodded, looking away.
"good to know," wonwoo smiled awkwardly.
what does he mean by that? "good to know" what? did he just say that? at some point, you just want to be buried alive. the awkwardness is terrible.
—
when you got home, you can't get what he said out of your mind. "good to know?" you don't know if you want to cry or what. you both like each other, but you're not doing anything. what are you? friends? best friends? classmates?
—
you were invited to a party, a small celebration because of the school's upcoming graduation. however, you don't want to attend because you know wonwoo will be there. but your best friend keeps nagging you to go and accompany her to the party, otherwise, you wouldn't have come.
and there you are, sitting in the corner of the club, wearing a red fitted dress with your hair tied up, trying to hide yourself from wonwoo and his friends.
"come on, let's dance," your best friend shakes your shoulder. you keep shaking your head, telling her no, but she insists.
"i hate you," you rolled your eyes at her, but she still dragged you towards the dance floor. both of you danced, smiling, laughing, cheering, and drinking. it was a messy but enjoyable time.
meanwhile, wonwoo was silently staring at you from afar. his friends were drunk, but he remained sober, sitting quietly in the corner, observing you having fun.
then suddenly, a man approached and started dancing with you. at first, you were unbothered, but his hand placement while dancing made you uncomfortable. his hands kept traveling from your waist to your hips, despite your attempts to create distance.
your best friend remained unaware of the situation, but wonwoo surely noticed. he stood up and walked towards you, his expression stern and his eyes dark. "that's enough," he said firmly, directing his gaze at the guy. the man immediately felt scared and backed away, muttering an apology before walking away.
wonwoo then looked at you with those intense eyes. it was difficult to decipher their meaning, but one thing was clear — he wanted to do something, yet he managed to control himself.
"uh—" you didn't even get a chance to speak before he dragged you towards an empty hallway. he was mentally cursing himself, aware that if he didn't control himself, he could do something that he might regret.
once both of you reached the empty hallway, his palms traveled from your shoulders to your neck, holding you gently. "i want to kiss you," he chuckled.
your lips parted, and you couldn't hide the way your cheeks grew hotter. he simply smiled and asked, "can i?" you nodded in response.
"i need words.." he calmly said, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your response. your impatience and desire were growing stronger.
"please," you whispered, unable to contain your longing any longer.
"fuck," he muttered under his breath, unable to control himself.
he immediately placed his lips on yours, making your grip on his shirt tighter. his hands went down on your waist.
he looked at you as soon as he parted, his eyes on yours. he was asking for permission with those looks. you nodded, letting him do whatever.
he chuckled softly. "you're going to be the death of me," he whispered. he looked around, making sure the hallway was empty. he then kissed you again. he gently guided you towards the nearest bathroom without breaking the kiss.
he groans under your lips as he leans you towards the sink, your back touching the cold marble, making you flinch a little.
his lips traveled down to your neck, carefully sucking it, making sure he didn't leave a mark. "wonwoo, lock the door," you whispered, your fingers on his hair.
"there's no need," he said under the kisses.
"let's just make this quick, yeah?" he looked at you again. he couldn't help but form a smirk; he cannot believe that he was about to fuck the girl he felt so shy talking to before. the girl he was uncomfortably awkward with before.
he cursed under his breath, he saw the way you looked, he hasn't even done anything but you just looked so fucked up, doe eyes looking upon him, lips wet.
"angel." he sighed and then gripped your waist, causing you to turn around and face the mirror. you can see him, clearly.
gently wrapping his arms around you, he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before bending you towards the sink.
"am i actually going to fuck you?" he laughs at his words, his hands went under your dress, slowly taking off your panty. impatiently, you used your feet to remove it as it reached your knees.
you whined at his words, "just fuck me already"
"what a needy slut" his hands tightened on your waist, and he leaned you closer to the sink, causing your grip to tighten on the cold edge.
he lifted your dress and placed his hand between your legs, gently gliding a finger along your wet clit making you whimper.
he then inserts a finger inside your wet cunt, making you bite your lip. he smiled at your reaction as he saw your reflection in the mirror.
he leaned closer to your body as he started moving his finger faster and inserting another one. you couldn't help but release sinful sounds; you cannot hold them in.
afraid that someone would hear, you placed your hand in your mouth to hide your moans.
he smirked at your action, taking it as a challenge. "come on, let me hear your moans, yeah?" he chuckled as he began moving his finger harder and deeper inside you. you looked up, your legs shaking.
"f-fuck, c-cumming!" you gasped, holding on to the cold marble, eyes closed.
he kneeled down, fingers still inside your pussy. your legs are about to give up; you can feel yourself getting nearer to the edge.
"oh my god," you groaned as you felt his warm tongue on your entrance. he began to suck, making you lose all your sanity. you cried as you felt your orgasm.
it hit you like a truck; your vision went white, your legs were shaking, and your cum was was dripping on your legs. wonwoo still eating you out, cleaning you dry.
he hissed when he stood up,he felt the hurt of his growing, hard erection. he looked up as he started to unbuckle his pants. his other hand gripped onto your waist. "you'll have to be more quiet, yeah?" he softly laughs as he frees his cock inside his tight pants. you can feel it poking you from the back. you nodded your eyes in the mirror, looking at his reflection.
he slowly entered your sensitive spot, and you closed your eyes. you can feel the pain; it stings so bad. he can see your face; your reaction made him stop midway and look at you worriedly. "are you okay? we don't have to continue if—" you cut him off simply by shaking your head, "no, continue please."
he slowly nodded and continued sliding his shaft inside gently. as his cock reached your cervix, you gasped. your hand immediately on your mouth.
wonwoo began moving, finding a stable pace. his thrusts were deep, his fingers pulling on your hair while thrusting.
he couldn't help it anymore. he began moving faster and deeper inside you. he slammed his cock inside, making you scream in pleasure. "ah!" your tears went down as you could feel your legs wanting to give up on the sudden movement.
"fuck," he groaned, looking at your fucked-up face in the mirror. his thrusts were so deep that you could hear the contact of your wet spot with his cock.
he leaned closer and placed a finger on your clit rubbing it messily while fucking you out. you cried, and you can feel yourself growing nearer and nearer.
your second orgasm came, tears streaked down to your cheeks. he fucked you while he chased his high. your cunt, squeezing him tight.
when he felt himself about to cum, he immediately pulled out. jerked himself and released his seed on your ass. you can feel the stickiness drip down to your legs.
he sighed and smiled at the view, whispering into your ear, "you did well, angel."
he kissed your temple and looked around to find your panty. when he saw them on the ground, he chuckled slightly.
he wiped the white stain on your ass using a bathroom tissue, thankfully there's one on the sink.
he fixed his own pants and buckled his belt before kneeling down to pick up your panty on the ground and help you slide them back on.
you sighed, feeling tired.
both of you walked away from the bathroom, carrying on as if nothing had happened. you got in short conversations with your other friends before leaving the bar, as if nothing happene between you and wonwoo.
now, you and the class president share the deepest secret within the classroom.
