“Careful, darlin’,” he drawls, voice low and teasing, “don’t want me breaking the damn sink now, do ya?”. You know he’s talking about how he’s getting hard now, the skin stretching tighter with every pass of your hand.

When you have to hold him at the base to get the last few strays, his abs tighten under your touch. His cock is fully hard now, thick and warm in your grip, the tip flushed and leaking a bead of pre-cum that threatens to fall right onto your wrist. He smirks down at you, thumbs hooked in the sink edge like he’s fighting the urge to grab your hair and stuff himself in your mouth.

“Mm… you’re doing such a good job, baby,” he murmurs, that gravel in his voice going rougher as you finish. “Gonna have to let you be my personal groomer from now on… long as you clean up after yourself”.

His friends were definitely in the crowd and you couldn’t take the extra eyes. As you bit your lips in thought, you got the courage to leave, grabbing your bag and making a beeline towards the door.

Sure you’d be upset after but whatever.

“Hey! Wait!” A voice all too familiar called from behind you and you heard his footsteps getting closer. A hand tugged your bag strap, halting you.

“You came.” He sighed a sigh of relief— well that's what you believed it was. He seemed out of breath.

“I’m leaving actually.” You turned to him with pursed lips not wanting to seem as if his presence made you nervous even though it did— it totally did.

“No, don’t go. There's not many worthy candidates for Rose.” Sunghoon looked different outside of his uniform. He wore a plain white t-shirt and some jeans, his hair the same tousled mess as it always was.

“Don’t think I’ll get her part anyway.” You shrugged, dropping the script to your side. You saw Yunjin walk in with a smile and that gave you enough confidence to know she was going to take the spot.

“Don’t be silly. I’ve seen you, you’re better than anyone I've ever seen, trust me.” Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, his smile growing wider.

“You’ve seen me?” He’s seen you? The only time he ever saw you act was for the Romeo and Juliet play last summer.

“Well, I mean, yeah. I saw you here last week practicing.” His cheeks grew hot and his eyes began to wander everywhere but you.

Gosh, that’s embarrassing. You thought you were alone that whole time and now he saw you. Like really saw you.

“I’m gonna go,” Sighing, you quickly turned around heading for the door once more but again, this time his hand firmly grabbed your belt loop swinging you back around.

“Come on, stay.” Both his hands rested on your hips. His warmth seeping through your jeans and to your skin making everything hot. Your hands shook and your heartbeat ran at a thousand miles per hour.

“Fine,” You gave up, there was no escaping him.

“Good.” He smiled once again. He grabbed your hand into his and led you somewhere quieter, sitting down on the floor in a corner.

“Now, tell me about yourself. I only know your name and the fact you like to run away from cute boys.” As you sat, his shoulder brushed yours and he rested his hand on your knee.

Shrugging your shoulders again, you looked around thinking of what he’d possibly want to know about someone like you. You liked reading but didn’t everyone? You liked coffee but so did the teachers. You enjoyed long walks but so did the elderly ladies. Nothing was special about you.

“What’s your favorite color?” He spoke. His fingertip going to rub circles on your knee.

“Green, you?” You looked at him.

“Blue.”

“Makes sense.” You nodded.

“Why’s that?” Sunghoon asked, so intrigued. He had a teasing grin on his lips and you swore your words got caught in your throat looking at his oh-so plump lips.

“Basic boys like blue.”

He laughed in almost a scoffing manner.

“And all pretty girls like green.” His voice lowered an octave and he glanced at you. If he moved closer his nose would be brushing against yours and that had you on edge.

He was silent while looking at you. His eyes traveled to your face as if he was searching for something. Like he wanted something.

“Why do you talk to me?” You suddenly asked and he retreated backwards slightly. “Nobody else talks to me.”

He took a breath in, “Cause you’re different, special different. Everytime I go to sleep all I can think about is what song are you listening to now? Or what book are you reading, if you prefer hot coffee or iced coffee, if you like me or someone else.” His hand stopped rubbing your knee but he still kept it there.

You were stunned, if you were on your feet you’d be knocked over. You never thought he even liked you for what you were. You believed he was teasing you or his friends made him bet he could get a date with you.

The popular boy liked you, the quiet girl.

“I guess I just confessed, but I like you. I only started auditioning for these plays because I saw you here. I don’t even know how to act.” He laughed and you followed with a short chuckle.

“Well, I guess I like basic boys too.” You smiled at him resting your hand above his and he nodded, diving down to steal a kiss.

“Hey! You were supposed to wait for our first date.” You shook your head in mock disappointment and he grinned, kissing you once again.

“Did you just ask me out?” His hand rested on your cheek and you tried turning away but he held you in place.

“That was my job, pretty girl.”

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