WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

✃CHANGE✁

"What a lovely place!" Yeonjun squeals, hands in little fists against his chest. "Very lovely." Jowoon hums, watching the boy. "You're too kind, Daniel. But I like to discuss things upstairs in my office. Shall we?"

Yeonjun turns to him, he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Of course. I'd be honored to see your private office!"

Jowoon chuckles, eyes squinted. "Right this way! Then I'll drop you off home, so your parents don't worry."

"Wow, thank you, Sir!"

Once Jowoon opens the door, Yeonjun was relieved to find stacks of homework strewn everywhere. For a split second, Yeonjun was wondering if he was being lead into an interrogation but no, Jowoon was just that easy.

"You can leave your bag anywhere." Jowoon mumbles, rushing over to his desk to move some papers.

Yeonjun scans the walls, there were many, many faces.

Young faces.

"Like them?" Jowoon asks, looking at the wall. "These are my favorite students... you might be up there after this." Jowoon chuckles.

Yeonjun approaches the wall, raising a hand to touch one of the smiling faces. A sick feeling made it's way into his gut.

There was so many.

Yeonjun wonders where Jowoon kept Soobin's photo.

"Don't touch them!"

Yeonjun flinches away, he looks over at Jowoon.

"U-Um- Sorry. Uh, here you go, my dear. You can sit right here." The man says, gesturing to the arm chair. Jowoon pulls it out from the desk, making it face him.

Yeonjun notices there's only one chair.

Jowoon smiles, "I like to stand."

Yeonjun doesn't smile anymore when he advances, he keeps eye contact as he walks up slowly to Jowoon. The man looks nervous, as Yeonjun shifts the atmosphere.  Yeonjun could see it. The man was getting red.

"You look very familiar. I don't remember much of my most recent class but I swear I had to have seen you pretty recently?"

"You could say that." Yeonjun smirks, standing in front of the man, head tilting to one side. Jowoon's eyes rake over the smooth skin of Yeonjun's neck, and then back to the boy's lips.

Yeonjun chuckles before stepping back to sit down in the armchair, slowly, not breaking eye-contact as he does.

"Wow, so comfy~" Yeonjun moans softly, closing his eyes as he sinks in deeper, hands rubbing across the arms of the chair. Jowoon may or may not be panicking because his wife is downstairs but this boy- this menace, this minx was making it very hard for him to contain himself. Jowoon had never met someone quite like the boy in front of him.

Jowoon holds his breath when Yeonjun sighs, he watches as Yeonjun throws his head back. Yeonjun's eyes meet his, the young boy bites his lip, tugging at the skin.

Time seemed to freeze for Jowoon then, his composure was crumbling.

"So." Yeonjun says, lowly, eyes opening, looking up at Jowoon.