"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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"Here."
Jeongguk was flabbergasted. It wasn't completely out of the ordinary for the man from last night to attend the very school he did, but there was no way the boy was expecting such a sweet coincidence. He wanted to talk to him, as soon as possible. His stomach felt that familiar butterfly-swarming rush as he looked with scorching concentration to the back of Taehyung's head. Wishing, praying he'd turn around and look at him.
"That's—... Hey, that's him!" Jeongguk whisper-yelled towards Jimin, smacking at his arm to catch his attention. "Taehyung, the man from last night!"
Jimin's eyes nearly bulged out from their sockets. "What?!" he whisper-yelled back, "By Taehyung you meant Kim Taehyung? From our school?!"
Jeongguk blinked back. "You know him?"
"Bitch, everyone knows him," he frowned in disbelief. "Do you live under a rock? He's got quite a reputation in the school."
"He- does..? I-... Is it a bad reputation?"
"Well no, not really," Jimin leaned back in his chair, looking towards the ceiling in thought. "It's a bit mixed. He knows just about everyone and is quite charming so people usually like him. But he's... I don't know, in some shady shit sometimes. There are people who really hate his guts."
Jeongguk let out a low breath, processing everything his friend was telling him. He turned to look at the backside of Taehyung again, remembering the very view last night from when he'd followed him towards that karaoke place. How he looked so incredibly dazzling even when facing away from him. His assertive body language oozed dominance with every profound step he took.
He didn't care what others thought of him, really. Jeongguk knew the kind of person he was already. And sure, there were intimidating aspects of him, but overall Jeongguk was mesmerized by him. There was no way he could forget him so easily. Evidently Jeongguk couldn't deny that he'd had fun with Taehyung last night; more than he ever had with anyone in a while. And it turned out that, having the man occupy his mind this invasively left little room for him to think about his traitor ex boyfriend.
He made up his mind. To talk to him again, ask for his number, even. If Taehyung knew everyone, Jeongguk wanted to be part of that 'everyone'.
Naturally it was a bit difficult to focus throughout the entire class time. The professor was going over some syllabus related things, and Jeongguk couldn't care less. So much that his eyes remained fixated on the man a couple seats away from him. He wore the same leather jacket as last night, his hair as dark and lucious as Jeongguk remembered it, and he seemed to be chatting occasionally to the two people sitting beside him. Jeongguk wondered if they were his close friends, or just part of the 'everyone' crowd that got to speak to him so knowingly.
