The third wheel

After school

Juns pov!
A BIT OF SPICE🌶️🌶️
The sun dips low as the school day finally comes to an end. The hallways gradually empty, the usual noise of chattering students and shuffling feet fading into the background. I linger near my locker, pretending to pack up my things, eyes drifting toward Haruki. He's waiting just a few steps away, leaning casually against the wall, his gaze flickering toward me every now and then.
There's a tension in the air, something that's been building all day. I've been thinking about him non-stop, and judging by the looks he's been giving me, he knows it too. He always knows.
"Ready to go?" His voice is calm, steady, but there's a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface-something that sends a rush of heat through me.
"Yeah, let's go," I reply, trying to keep my tone even. I sling my bag over my shoulder, walking toward him. He pushes off the wall with that easy grace, falling into step beside me as we make our way toward the back exit of the school.
We don't head toward the school gates like we usually do. Instead, Haruki takes a detour, leading us down a quiet hallway toward one of the empty classrooms. My pulse quickens with every step. It's like he's reading my mind, knowing exactly what I've been craving all day.
He opens the door to the classroom, the room bathed in the warm, orange glow of the setting sun. Without a word, he steps inside, and I follow, my heart racing in my chest. The door clicks shut behind me, the sound echoing in the stillness.

For a moment, we just stand there, the air thick between us. Haruki's eyes lock onto mine, and the calm mask he's been wearing all day finally slips, revealing the desire simmering underneath. He takes a step toward me, closing the distance, and I feel my breath hitch in my throat.
"You've been distracted all day," he says, his voice low, smooth, as he lifts a hand to brush my hair back from my forehead. His fingers linger, trailing down the side of my face, making my skin tingle.
I swallow, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, well... you weren't exactly helping with that."
His lips curve into a small, knowing smile. "Wasn't I?"
Before I can respond, he closes the gap between us, his mouth crashing onto mine with an intensity that steals the breath from my lungs. I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively reaching out to grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands move to my waist, fingers digging into my sides as he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that makes my knees go weak.
It's everything I've been thinking about all day—all the pent-up tension, the need, the way he makes me feel like I'm on fire. I let out a low groan, pressing against him, my body craving the closeness, the heat of him.
Haruki doesn't hold back, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me flush against him.
He breaks the kiss, but only to trail his lips down my jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of my neck. I shiver, tilting my head to give him more access, my eyes fluttering shut as I feel his breath hot against my skin.
"Haruki..." I breathe, my voice coming out rough, needy. My hands slide up his chest, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. "God, you drive me crazy."
He chuckles softly, his lips brushing against my ear. "That's the idea."
His hands move lower, slipping under my shirt, and I gasp as his fingers graze my bare skin. It's almost too much-the way he touches me, the way he knows exactly where to press, where to tease. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark, intense, filled with a desire that mirrors my own.
"You've been teasing me all day," he murmurs, his hands roaming over my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
Ilet out a shaky laugh, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Maybe I wanted you to notice."
His eyes flash with something primal, and before I can say anything else, he's kissing me again-hard, demanding, his hands sliding up my shirt, pushing it up as he goes. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, the way he presses me back until my back hits the wall, trapping me between him and the cool surface.
He pulls away just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, tossing it aside before his mouth is back on mine, hungry and desperate. I moan against his lips, my hands exploring his body, feeling the smooth, taut muscles beneath his clothes.
His mouth leaves mine to trail kisses down my neck, his hands working on the buttons of his own shirt, fingers moving with a practiced ease. He shrugs it off, and I take in the sight of him-his chest, his abs, every inch of his skin flushed with desire. It's almost too much, the way he looks at me, like he's about to devour me whole.
He presses against me again, skin on skin, his mouth finding mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. His hands roam freely now, exploring, teasing, making me gasp and moan in ways that echo off the empty classroom walls.
I can feel him everywhere-his lips, his hands, the heat of his body against mine. It's overwhelming, intoxicating, and I don't want it to end. I arch into him, my hands clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin as he moves against me, his mouth exploring every inch of my skin like he can't get enough.
"Jun..." he breathes against my ear, his voice rough, filled with need. "Tell me what you want."
let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think. "I want you," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I want all of you."
He groans, his lips capturing mine in a bruising kiss, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer. It's a promise, a declaration, and as he kisses me, touches me, I feel like I'm falling apart in the best way possible.
In this moment, there's nothing else— no school, no worries, just us. Just the way he makes me feel alive, like every nerve in my body is lit up just for him. And as we lose ourselves in each other, I know one thing for certain: Haruki is everything I want, everything I need.
And right now, he's mine.