Yoongi came face to face with a green door. Green to match Emerald University. The door is kind of ugly. Yoongi's heart is racing quickly, his hands shaking as he lifts them up to knock. Instead of knocking, he turns his head to look down the hallway, where Jungkook is hiding behind one of the fancy pillars of the hallway, which only makes Yoongi question how anyone could ever pay to go to school here without being in debt just like he currently is. The University is too fancy for its own good.

  He shakes his head and stares back at the door again. 7pm Friday night. Knock three times, wait a beat and then knock one last time. That's what J had told him to do. Yoongi kept repeating in his head what the knock should sound like when he does it. It had been three days since he was told to come on Friday. But now what Yoongi is face to face with the green door, his mind is all jumbled up and fear is creeping well into his skin.

  Three knocks. Then he looks back at Jungkook, who hid quickly once again once he realized Yoongi had finally done what he came here to do. Yoongi was about to knock one last time right after the specific one beat of waiting, but a voice came through the door. It was loud, startling Yoongi and making him jump.

  "Who is it?" The voice asked. Yoongi realized that there was a peephole in his door, and that the person's voice faltered suddenly. He probably looked through and saw Yoongi. Something about the voice was familiar. As Yoongi was trying to figure out who the voice belonged to, the door was being unlocked very quickly. And right as Yoongi's mind finally clicked and connected the voice to a face, the green door was opening by magic.

  Yoongi's heart was still racing. But now, as he stared back into the eyes of Mr. Kim's, his heart most definitely stopped in his chest.

  "M-Mr. Kim." He whispered it, scared of Jungkook hearing him from down the hall. If any of his friends knew who he was facing right now, he would never hear the end of it. Mr. Kim wasn't dressed like usual. He had on a brown sweater that hugged his broad shoulders and slim waist perfectly. He had on black pants and no shoes. His hair was a little different, but Yoongi was so focused on the fact that Mr. Kim was behind the door that he couldn't even focus enough to take in appearance.

  "Min Yoongi.." Mr. Kim sounded more like he was questioning than stating that yes, Min Yoongi was standing in front of him. Yoongi backed away from the door and blinked wildly to himself. What the actual fuck? Since when does teachers have needs like that? Since when does Mr. Kim want sex? Why wasn't he saying or doing something? Is this real?

  Oh, God. Yoongi sexted his professor. Yoongi fucking came to Mr. Kim's words.

  "I- I have the wrong door—" Yoongi backed away more, but Mr. Kim reached out to hold onto his waist, pulling him forward, not caring that Yoongi was still nervous and lost. Yoongi's mind went crazy as soon as Mr. Kim laid his hand on him. All he could think was: Holy fuck, my professor is touching me. Oh my God. Isn't this against some sort of rules? Why isn't he just letting me go instead of trying to make me stay? Is he going to kill me? I haven't even passed his fucking class yet. Wait, this is really fucked up. Professor and a student? I can't fuck my professor. I can't do Mr. Kim.

  "Wait, Yoongi." Mr. Kim said, but Yoongi, flushed and absolutely terrified of the fact that Mr. Kim was fucking J, released himself from his professor's hold and backed away.

  He couldn't do this.

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