Ji-Ho was a 3rd year at Whimoon High School. He was tall guy with intimidating eyes, a muscled body, and wore a permanent scowl on his face. He didn’t talk much at all, only speaking a couple words a day at most. Although unsociable, Ji-Ho was desired by most because of how handsome he was.

Being at such a private school meant studying relentlessly and focusing on grades, but not for Ji-Ho. He spent most of his time hanging around with troubled kids, drinking, smoking, and hooking up with girls from other, not as prestigious schools from around the area.

Myeong-sook was a 1st year at Whimsoon High School and the total opposing opposite of Ji-Ho. He was small for his age and had soft, pretty facial features. Myeong-sook focused on his grades and always attended self-study time that was held by his school until 10pm.

Ji-Ho liked to watch Myeong-sook. They weren’t in the same class, not even in the same grade, so they never spoke. But Ji-Ho would stare at the boy during lunch and outside time, watching and studying him silently.

Myeong-sook was such a good boy.

Secretly, halfway through Myeong-sook’s 1st year and Ji-Ho’s 3rd year, the two kissed. The older had cornered the younger and asked him to be his tutor. Myeong-sook agreed.

Ji-Ho didn’t care about school and wasn’t going to take school seriously. He just wanted to fuck the goody-two-shoes.

After they had kissed just once, they gravitated back to each other. Jin-Ho would sneak out of class and head to the younger boy’s classroom, telling Myeong-sook’s teacher a lame excuse to get the boy alone.

The boys would kiss behind the school, but they never did anything more; it made Ji-Ho pent up. He wasn’t in love with Myeong-sook and didn’t even like him, they just happened to find pleasure in each other’s lips.

And now it was present time. Ji-Ho and Myeong-sook were behind the school, the younger gently pinned to the way as the older took what he wanted.

Ji-Ho had his eyes open the whole time, just plain kissing starting to bore him.