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It's been awhile, I know, I'm sorry.
I hope this can make up for it.
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There was this heavy silence that loomed over us as we all absorbed the scene playing out in front of all us.
I didn't know where to keep my eyes but they seemed to find a place at Namjoon's lower body. He was leaning backwards against a desk with his jeans pooling at his ankles and shirt ruffled and unbuttoned while Mr. Kim sat on his knees in between the apex of his thighs, flustered.
Warmth bloomed my cheeks and quickly, I averted my gaze towards Namjoon's face. It seemed much easier to look at than that.
The moment had prospected for just a few more seconds until Mr. Kim was sliding upwards onto his feet, taking Namjoon's underwear and pants with him and hastily moving across the room to toss on his shirt.
Namjoon cleared his throat roughly just as the glass ceiling shattered between us all and I was being ripped away from the picture in front of me. I cowered behind Jimin who was silent as a hawk, his eyes hard yet lukewarm.
With his mouth parted, he ran a hand across his features, pausing at his eyes to rub them harshly before letting it slide down to his sides. He pursed his lips then and a hard line found its way onto them.
"What. The. Fuck?"
"Chim, I can explain—
"Explain why your dick was shoved down our teacher's fucking esophagus?!" Jimin's voice boomed in the room like thunder, bouncing off wall to wall before settling.
I glanced up at him and felt the need to calm him down but a part of me was too scared to and from the looks of it, Mr. Kim didn't want to be involved in this shit either as he took a step back anxiously.
"Jimin, it's not that deep."
"You being gay is not deep? We've been best friends for years and you somehow just forget to mention that whole entire part to me including that you're banging our teacher. What, is he your sweet treat after passing another one of his tutoring session?"
"Jimin," I said gently, "Relax-
I tried to reach for him but he pushed my hand away and walked up to Namjoon.
"You're funny, Park, real fucking funny," Namjoon pushed up from the desk as a sardonic smile flipped onto his lips, "Tell me if I'm the only one keeping fucking secrets here cause clearly little miss goody two shoes over there isn't the only thing your keeping in your closet."
