Yoongi tried to pay attention. He really did. But the moment he saw Seokjin standing in front of his desk talking to some girl in her twenties, he knew he was over with. Seokjin had on black dressy pants again, which is what he usually wears. And he had on a baby blue dress-shirt, which was tucked into his pants. Yoongi had never realized how nice Kim Seokjin really fucking looked before now.

And now, especially, Mr. Kim had his hair pushed back in stead of covering his forehead like usual. To Yoongi, he looked like a fucking meal. In simple words: Yoongi wants to fucking eat him. He wants all of him.

Fucking hell, he wasn't supposed to go this far, but is he seriously getting paid to fuck the man dominating the room right now?

All the students knew about Mr. Kim by word. They all knew that they wanted nothing to do with him. He's one of the hardest-going professors. His class is hard. He gives a little too honest grades. But now that Yoongi sees him in a different way other than the Grinch that stole Christmas, Yoongi is suddenly losing himself.

Class hadn't even started yet.

Yoongi watched as Seokjin's phone lit up on his desk. He watched as Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed and watched his attention leave the girl who was talking to him and looked down at his phone in confusion as if he never gets messages at this hour. Maybe he doesn't. Yoongi cursed to himself. Why did he think it was a good idea to message him now?

It's not even a business message.

Seokjin dismissed the girl, who was clearly trying to get a better grade on her paper. He looked at his phone and his eyes sort of beamed at the screen like he wanted to laugh. He looked around for Yoongi, their eyes eventually locking together. Yoongi merely stuck his tongue to his cheek.

Yoongi's eyes widened as he looked back at Seokjin, who was turning his phone off.

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