Players

• Thirty Three •

Wooseok sat in his seat, a small smile on his face. Yuto had decided to skip his usual ride, wanting to walk Akari. He had his arms crossed over his chest, Hyunggu and Hyojong eyeing him strangely. They went to ask him what was going on, when Anne sat down next to him. He glanced at her, rolling his eyes after.

She leaned in, trying to put her hand on his leg. He shook his head, pushing her hand away. "Anne, this has to stop." she scoffed.

"Why?" he turned to her, looking her right in the eye.

"Because whatever we had, is over." she gasped, shaking her head.

"What? You can't end it." he nodded, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm sorry, but i can't keep doing this." she rolled her eyes, standing up. He tried to bite back his smirk.

"Okay, you won't ever find anyone that can fuck you as good as me." he rolled his eyes at her, letting out a soft laugh.

"I already have." she narrowed her eyes, making sure to keep looking at him while she sat in her own seat. Hyojong laughed, patting his shoulder.

"Finally cut out the bad in your life. I'm proud of you." he laughed with him, turning to face them. Yanan leaned over, eyes wide.

"Who have you found?" the others nodded, wanting to know why Wooseok suddenly wanted to push her out of his life. He smirked, opening his mouth to answer. Before anything came out, the door to the class opened. Wooseok felt his heart jump in his chest all over again.

Yuto walked in, backpack slung over his shoulder. He had on some light jeans, with a button down black shirt. He was looking down at his phone, while big round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. His hair was parted, looking like he somewhat tried. Yanan glanced to Wooseok, seeing the look all over his face.

He elbowed Hyunggu, who looked at him confused. He nodded to Wooseok, the smaller boy smiling widely. Yuto took his headphone out, looking up from his phone. He locked eyes with Wooseok, a small smile forming on his face. He walked over to him, setting his bag on the floor. Wooseok turned, putting his chin in his palm.

Yuto raised his brow, glancing at the others behind him. They all had knowing smiles on their faces. "What?" he asked confusedly. They shook their head, turning to talk to each other. Yuto then looked at Wooseok, eyebrows furrowing. "Is there something on my face?"

Wooseok smiled smugly at him, moving closer. "You look so beautiful." Yuto blushed, rolling his eyes. He pushed his shoulder, shaking his head.

"I'm literally dressed the same exact way as before." Wooseok shrugged.

"Well, i couldn't tell you that then, so i am now." he rolled his eyes again, leaning back in his chair. Wooseok sighed, still staring at him. He didn't know how he's gone that long without telling him. Yuto huffed, crossing his arms. Wooseok furrowed his brows, turning to him. "What's wrong?" he shook his head.

Wooseok rolled his eyes, knowing he would do that. He grabbed the others chair, pulling him closer. Yuto looked up at him, wanting to ask what he was doing. Wooseok put his arm around him, letting him lay on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" the other sighed.

He laid his head on him more, messing with his jeans. "Nothing, really. just...Akari." Wooseok raised his brow.

"Are they still bullying her?" he shook his head quickly.

"No, nothing like that." Wooseok laughed quietly.

"So then what's the problem?" Yuto sighed again.

"You know how she's made that one friend? The boy?" he nodded, a small smile on his face. He knew where this was going.

"Yea, why?" Yuto looked up at him.

"I don't like it." he laughed, shaking his head. He pulled him closer, making the smaller rest his head in between his neck and shoulder.

"Really?" he nodded, pushing him away. He crossed his arms, a small pout on his face.

"You don't understand. You don't have a little sister." Wooseok rolled his eyes, looking back at him.

"Why don't you like it?" he shrugged.

"Because all boys are the same. I don't want her to get hurt." Wooseok gave him an amused smile.

"Aren't you a boy?" he nodded.

"And you know how i am. I wouldn't want her to date someone like me." Wooseok leaned down to him.

"What about me?" Yuto glared at him.

"I sure as hell don't want her to date someone like you." he faked a hurt face, holding his chest.

"You really have no filter huh?" Yuto smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Wooseok, shut up." he scoffed.

"You hurt me Adachi Yuto." the other smiled, shaking his head. Wooseok sighed, wrapping his arm around him. Yuto laid on him, closing his eyes. Under the desk, where no one could see, he intertwined their hands. He thought the other would push him away, but he only tightened the grip. Wooseok still couldn't believe he was dating him.

Anne glared at them from across the room, knowing something was going on between them. She caught Wooseok's eye, the taller giving her a small smirk.