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Jimin had an amazing plan to bring back his thirsty teenage boy tendencies. He was very rebellious, very alluring, very horny— which led to things he will not mention. Needless to say, Jimin always got his way. But when he became an adult, he slowly drifted away from that part of himself. Until today.

Today he was going to show Seokjin what he was missing. Why? Jimin couldn't answer that himself. But it was jealousy. He was jealous that Seokjin had a girlfriend, whether he'd like to admit it or not. And he was going to show off. He was going to wear bright white to look pure and innocent. A little nude eyeshadow dusted onto his eyelids, just a tad bit of lipgloss to make his lips look polished and pretty, and tight pants to show off his ass.

Then Seokjin came in and completely ruined his plan. He saw Jimin, his eyes traveling down his slim body, to his tight jeans, eyes shooting back up to Jimin's eyes as soon as he saw how good Jimin's thighs looked in the jeans.

And then— "We should go live."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, eyes glaring into Seokjin as he sat down in the desk chair. "What do you mean?" He asked.

The older's eyes gazed deeply at the desk, where a pile of papers was placed on top of a few folders. He shrugged as Jimin sat down in the other chair next to his.

"I think we should go live." He said. "Lots of your students have questions. I thought you told me that you go live sometimes?"

Taken aback, Jimin looked up at his camera. "Well, yeah. But I usually schedule them." He then bit his lip nervously as he realized what day it is. Fucking Friday.

"I thought you go live every Friday?" Seokjin was now looking at Jimin in confusion. "Did I miss it? I'm pretty sure you said you go live every Friday at noon. Am I wrong?" He asked. Jimin simply shook his head slowly. "Good. Then we can review live like you usually do. And we can just grade as we go."

Jimin had given up.

He decided to go live with Seokjin, clarifying that they would just be reviewing the works that Jimin had requested do be sent in by students. His plan obviously failed, but as he looked up into the camera lens, he suddenly smirked as Jin continued to read one of the student's short story submissions.

"They're in love," Jimin said as Seokjin proceeded with reading the story out loud. The author first looked up at the camera, then he turned to look at Jimin with a questioning look on his face, no longer reading.

"Yes," Jin nodded, "and?"

"Oh, I don't know." The younger shrugged, averting his eyes from both Jin and the camera. "Just thought you should at least try to be in the mood as you read it. You're so uptight, you know? It'll be bad grading if you don't at least try to follow along with the story."

Seokjin hummed, backing away from the computer screen that he was reading from. "You want me to be in love?" He asked.

Cheeky, Jimin merely shrugged once again, picking up his water bottle and pressing the plastic to his plump lips.

"Could be."

Seokjin chuckled as he looked back at the screen with the story written on it. "How about I just act it out, sweetheart?" A smile was still on his face before he cleared his throat, his mood becoming more serious. He examined the paragraph for a few seconds, and Jimin leaned in to start reading as well, but before Jimin could even begin, Seokjin was taking Jimin's hand and pulling it up to his neck, forcing his hand onto his nape. His fingers tangled into Jin's dark hair.

Then Seokjin touched his own hands to Jimin's face, leaning in to press his lips gently against Jimin's forehead. A small gasp came from Jimin at the sudden action.

"Jimin," Seokjin whispered, his voice breaking as if he was actually falling apart. "Jimin, I have never stopped loving you." He spoke against Jimin's skin, making the younger immediately blush even more than he already was, his cheeks probably hot enough to bake cookies on. "Don't ever leave me again. Not in a million years, or even twenty years. Not in another universe. Not ever, Jimin."

Jimin nearly choked at how close Seokjin was to him, mashing their bodies together.

"T-The name in the story is Yan." The younger released his hand from Seokjin's neck, rolling back in his chair to make Seokjin's hands fall from his cheeks. "Not Jimin." He said.

So much for being charming.

Seokjin rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself, getting out of character. "First you want me to be into it, then you correct me." He sighed to himself. "You really are something else."

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