Jeongguk, as any normal student would, has a crush on the university's popular boy, who unfortunately is a fuck boy.
But for a matter of fact, he does not care.
The all-popular Kim Taehyung does not believe in love, thus, never bothered noticing hi...
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Jeongguk scurried down the hallway when he saw Taehyung walking behind him, fast. Faster than what people would call walking. In this pace Taehyung will catch up with him and he knew, hence panic started to rise within him. Praying with every heart beat of his steps, he won't.
Had God turn deaf on him? Why was He ignoring all his sincere prayers? "Jeon Jeongguk, you stop right there!" He heard the older yelling, mindless of the snapping heads in his direction. Jeongguk refused to look back, but fuck, he just did. "I told you to stop," Taehyung growled on his face, grabbing his wrist and pinning him to a neighbouring locker.
Jeongguk meekly looked into the older's eyes, the metal oddly situated along his spine. There was not much height difference between them but he felt small under the sharp gaze, the features of the boy in front even sharper, intimidating him to his core. The younger could feel his skin beneath Taehyung's palm burning eagerly from the contact.
"Was last night that embarrassing for you?" Taehyung finally said. Jeongguk's eyes opened much wider. Without a proper reference or context to the vague information, roar of murmurs rose around them. Thinking it was Taehyung, it could only mean sex and that was bothersome for Jeongguk.
His innocent eyes wandered off from each faces on the corridor. Risqué facial expressions stared at them while some passed by with a mere glimpse of the scene. "Say it on my face. . ." But the eyes that bothered him the most were the ones fixated just a little above him.
"Isn't it obvious?" The younger said, already wanting to be wholly swallowed by the Earth itself. Taehyung did not hesitate, even for a second, when the gap between them closed with a lip lock. A surprise gasp from Jeongguk was muffled in it.
He remembered the texture of those lips from the night before. Unforgettable, was how he had described them in his head. Although having those lips moving against his own was something. . .new. A good new.
His cherry ones seemingly melted in the action. His fingers clutching onto Taehyung's shoulder from the impact it had on him. Legs were about to give up any moment now. Taehyung was a good kisser. That, he took a note of on his lips.
Jeongguk could feel a burn inside but Taehyung's body pressing more into him was negating that want to pull away. Warm whimpers mingled in the older's mouth. Jeongguk's clenching fingers coerced the other closer than the existing space between their adhered bodies.
Taehyung pulled away just a little, lips still intact before it came back together, slithering smoothly over the wet pair of lips. His hands also sneakily found a way around the whimpering boy's waist, squeezing his sides in the process.
"That's my locker right there, do you mind?" An oh so familiar voice rudely interrupted them. Taehyung detached his lips from Jeongguk's, watching the boy desperately trying to catch his breath while the determined fists refused to let go off his shoulders, leaning all of his weight on him.
