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"I need to see you after class, we need to speak about your grades, they're falling y/n." Mr. Kim hovered over your desk, scolding you slightly.
Your breath hitched as soon as you could smell his cologne, reminding you of last night. Namjoon watched your thighs squeezing together beneath your desk as he furrowed his brow.
Hearing the girls swooning over him as he walked off made your stomach twist. You rolled your eyes at them as he situated himself back at his desk, giving you a soft smirk.
Minutes had passed and the bell rang loud and clear, making you wince from the impact and you dropped your pen to your desk, packing up your things in an attempt to make an escape from 'detention'.
"Not so fast, miss y/n. Take a seat."
His tall figured lurked above you, taking ahold of your hand in his larger one. You instantly pulled your hand back, unaware of the cleared classroom.
Being forbidden, your love for Namjoon was hard to express, even though you were perfectly legal. The schooling board definitely wouldn't allow it though, and you would never risk Joon's job, seeing him doing what he loved brought you more joy then you ever could have imagined.
"Baby, no ones here." He assured you.
Letting out a sigh, you felt strong arms loop around your waist as you stood up, cuddling you close.
"I've missed you." He said nuzzling his face into your hair.
"I've been in your class for the last hour and a half, Joonie."
"But I couldn't hold you like this, could I?"
He flashed you a huge smile before pressing his soft lips onto yours, kissing you gently. Kisses like that made his heart flutter and your cheeks redden. You both knew the impact you had on eachother, and it was beautiful.
"So... why did i need a detention today? Couldn't we spend time back at your apartment." You asked.
"No baby, I genuinely need to talk to you about your grades." He chuckled.
After making your way over to his desk, you placed both hands on the hard wood and bent over slightly as Namjoon sat in the chair to look at the work sheets spread across his desk.
"Right here, your sentencing and the forms aren't quite as complex as I'd like them to be... um, princess."
His finger pointed at the essay you had written earlier, but his voice trailed off and it made you uneasy.
Namjoon watched your skirt rise up at the back, exposing your plump ass cheeks. He admired as the skin looked so soft, his hand reached out and he thumbed the skin subconsciously.
