Sexual Exploration

7

"Whoa, pretty necklace!" Jimin gasped when Seokjin entered the classroom the next day.

"Thanks," the older boy tossed his head back, exposing the shimmering crystals around his neck. "It's a choker."

Hoseok smirked at him as Seokjin took his seat beside him, which Seokjin flirtingly returned.

Namjoon looked between them, a scowl on his face. "What's going on between you two?"

"Nothing for you to get jealous over," Seokjin gave him a wink, making Namjoon recoil.

"As if," he muttered, looking away. "I'm straight."

He glanced around the room. "So what? No pervert today?"

Hoseok checked the time. "Class only started seven minutes ago. He's probably just late."

"I hope he doesn't show. Him or Agust whatever." Namjoon crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

Taehyung's head shot up from where it had been laying on his desk. "What did you just say?"

"What's it to you?" Namjoon didn't open his eyes.

"Did you just say Agust D?" Taehyung jumped out of his chair and hurried over to kneel beside Namjoon. "Where did you get that name? Did he show himself to you?"

"The hell are you talking about?" Namjoon opened one eye and leaned away from him. "Get away from me."

"Tell me what happened!" Taehyung insisted.

"What's it to you?" The alpha boy asked suspiciously. "You never told us who you were or why you're here, so why should I tell you anything either?"

"If you give me the answers, I'll leave you alone." Taehyung promised.

Everyone was watching them with curious eyes.

"You'll leave me alone after I punch your fucking face in." Namjoon snorted.

"I'll get Yoongi off your back." Taehyung said instead.

Namjoon looked at him fully. "How?"

"Just tell me what you know, and I'll make sure he goes easier on you from now on."
Taehyung said, his eyes wide and deep.
"Come on, you know I'm more than a student to him. I know him. He'll listen to me."

Namjoon made a face but reached into his bag and pulled out a small note. "I only have this. He wrote it for me yesterday after class. I only noticed the weird signature when I was handing it to my history teacher."

Taehyung snatched it from his hand and studied it closely. He ran back to his desk and started writing furiously in his notebook. Every now and then he would mutter to himself.

Jungkook watched him, confused, before looking up and making eye contact with Jimin, who looked confused as well. He shrugged and Jungkook eventually turned to look out the window, thinking.

A moment later the door opened and Yoongi stepped in. He gave no excuse for his late arrival, just set his briefcase on the desk and sat on his chair, typing on his phone.

The students looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Finally, Seokjin raised his hand. "Um, Mr. Min?"

Yoongi didn't look up.

"Mr. Min?" Hoseok called, a bit louder.

The small teacher continued to type on his phone.

"Yo, pervert!" Namjoon shouted, wrapping his hands around his mouth.

Finally, Yoongi raised his head, his hair hanging in his eyes. "What the fuck do you want, sub?"