Mr. Kim wasn't wearing his glasses in class today. By the way his eyes seemed irritated the whole class, Yoongi guessed that he was wearing contacts. He didn't ask why, obviously. But Jin looked very good today. Today he wore a black dress shirt tucked into black pants. All black. His hair was fixed perfectly as if he had somewhere special to be.

"Before I end today," Mr. Kim held up a sheet of paper. "Emerald Uni's second day of competition is today. Winners will be announced tonight after the second half of students perform." He looked up at the many students who were listening, then his eyes landed on Yoongi. "I'm sure most of us in here were very surprised by our quiet student Min Yoongi, am I right?" He asked.

Yoongi shied into his seat as people nodded and made noises of agreement. As if Yoongi never spoke to any of them or showed them any of his talents— maybe he doesn't. Were people really surprised by his song?

"I never knew Yoongi could make someone cry like that." One of the students said from behind him. Yoongi scratched his neck in embarrassment. "I hope you win."

Mr. Kim smiled in content as he looked back at the paper. "Anyways, I just wanted to say good luck to any of you tonight." He put the paper back down on his desk. "Okay, now let's go home. I'm already drained." He sat back down in his seat, tired from talking for so long. Yoongi watched in his seat as some students went to ask questions and talk to him about things before they were fully dismissed from class. He waited up until the point where he was the last student in the room.

"Yoongi.." Seokjin looked up from his desk at the smaller, who just looked down at him. Of course he had noticed that Yoongi was waiting. "Why are you still here, Yoongi?" He asked. Yoongi didn't like that he had dropped the pet name even though they were alone now.

He stood up from his seat and finally made his way to Mr. Kim's desk. "Are you paying me to sit here and do nothing?" Yoongi dared to speak. It's true. They hadn't had sex, hadn't done anything other than Yoongi sucking his dick— they hadn't even kissed yet. "You talk a big game, Mr. Kim." Yoongi walked around the desk and looked down at Seokjin, feeling a little reckless and... horny.

"Not here, baby." Jin eyed up at Yoongi, who merely walked closer. He looked around, double checking that nobody was around before he planted himself right down on Mr. Kim's lap. "Yoongi." Jin sounded stern, but his voice was a little uncertain.

Yoongi rested his hands behind Seokjin's neck and pulled him closer, their noses brushing against each other. "I'm horny, Seokjinie." He whispered, his lips brushing Seokjin's. Judging by the look on the older's face, Yoongi was going to get something. There's no way Seokjin would let him go like this.

Seokjin looked down at Yoongi's lips with a difficult to read expression. Just as Yoongi was about to initiate their first kiss, his phone suddenly started vibrating in his back pocket. The sudden call made Yoongi buck his hips into Seokjin, holding onto Jin's neck tighter as if it would save him from the scare. The older wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist and held tightly, starting to laugh at Yoongi.

"You're scared of a phone call?"

Yoongi pouted to himself and slid off of Seokjin's lap, his heart still racing from the scare and his hands lingering on Seokjin's skin. He picked his phone out of his pocket and rolled his eyes. Of course it's Jimin.

"This isn't over." Yoongi said before hitting the answer button on his phone.

"Right."

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