UNWRITTEN LESSONS | JINKOOK

CH7

JungKook still wondered what was happening to him. Since he had started his class in the morning, he had not been able to take his eyes off the window. His attention was completely caught on the soccer field where the students were doing their sports education. But perhaps the real reason he couldn't concentrate was not the field itself, but that blond guy.

That blond guy wearing shorts that rose just above his knees, revealing incredibly sculpted legs. His sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to his skin as if it had been designed to highlight his every muscle. JungKook watched him silently, his mind wandering in thoughts he knew he shouldn't have, but couldn't escape. There was something about him, something about that blond that made him lose control. He was beautiful, of course, but also terribly sexy, so much so that the jet-haired man couldn't stop fantasizing about him, about his body, about the way his pants clung perfectly to his ass.

Deep in those thoughts, a student's voice brought him back to reality.

"Uh... professor. The bell rang ten minutes ago, can we go?" the boy's voice brought him back and JungKook blinked, his gaze unfocused for a moment before landing on the young man's face. With an irritated expression, he simply grunted a dry word:

"Get out." And that was enough. In a matter of seconds, the students disappeared from the classroom, leaving him alone.

The jet exhaled deeply, his gaze immediately returning to the window. But this time, the soccer field was empty, and with it, the blond's figure had disappeared. He cursed under his breath, feeling a mixture of frustration and disappointment at not being able to see him anymore.

Time had flown by since they first ate lunch together, and now it was almost a habit to meet in the lunchroom for lunch. A week filled with innocent touches, casually brushing hands, or double entendre comments that left JungKook's mind on fire. He still remembered clearly the day when the blond, with that mischievous grin, had thrown a comment at him that had made his heart stop for a second.

"How sexy you look eating from the side... it shows better on your..." Jin had left the sentence incomplete, his eyes sparkling with amusement as JungKook raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue. But the blond only let out a chuckle and shrugged, leaving him wondering what he was going to say.

JungKook sighed as he remembered that scene. He still didn't understand what it was about Jin that attracted him so much. The boy was rude, crude at times, obstinate, stubborn... and yet, terribly sexy in the way he walked, in his playful tone when he spoke. There was something about the way he was that drove him crazy, something about that combination of mischief and cheekiness that gripped him in a way he couldn't control. Every day it was getting harder to deny what he felt, but at the same time, he knew he shouldn't give in. He shouldn't.

"Shit," he muttered to himself, cursing under his breath as he realized again how much he was thinking about Jin.

"A teacher shouldn't swear, should he?" Jin's mocking voice made him jump in his seat, his gaze quickly finding the blond now standing in the classroom doorway.

"A student shouldn't either, but they do," JungKook replied, not bothering to hide his surprise at seeing him there.

Jin smiled mischievously, closing the door behind him as he walked deeper into the classroom. His walk was slow, deliberate, and JungKook couldn't help but notice how his hips swayed in a way that drove him crazy.

"What are you doing here, skipping your classes?" asked JungKook, trying to keep his voice steady.

The blond shrugged, as if he didn't care in the least, and continued moving forward until he stopped right in front of the desk where JungKook was sitting. Then, with a leap, he hopped up onto the desk, leaving him trapped between his legs.