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Vkook - Lesson

     It was an unlikely event that occurred, yet somehow, the two completely different boys ended up closer than expected.

Jungkook; quiet, timid, and shy, whose life revolved around his countless textbooks that college and his parents had offered him. Often times Jungkook would stay in his safe haven of books and knowledge, rarely being seen by the other college students. He loved his small life with small drama. He liked his peace and quiet, even if his life did seem like a boring one.

Then, there was Taehyung.

It was a known fact around the school that Taehyung was notorious for his looks, his attitude, and his whorish being. For Taehyung, college was all a game, seeing which little mice could be picked off easiest by him, and which mice were a little bit harder for the cat to catch. It was also a known fact that Taehyung didn't keep his limits to girls; there had been few men who had the "honor" to say they'd been in bed with him. Even though Taehyung enjoyed the one night stand company, he currently had his eyes on his new prize.

Jeon Jungkook.

     Yes, Jeon Jungkook was Taehyung's next little treat, and he knew that the study boy was as good as they got. The sudden flames that licked at Taehyung's skin whenever he saw the little mouse roaming around, looking for a quiet place to study, always got Taehyung wondering less desirable thoughts about the man.

Such as what Jungkook would look like underneath him and tied to the bed.

     A Saturday morning, which was easy for Jungkook. It normally started with breakfast, then to studying, maybe a break, shower, it all depended. Today proved his schedule a little different the second he walked out the door.

Standing down the hallway was that man that Jungkook saw around all the time.

Kim Taehyung.

Honestly, Jungkook didn't understand how the man could do it, always hearing about his sleazy figure and atrocious nights.

But none of the rumors were complaining about him.

Jungkook heard everything about him; the way his lips danced across his partner's skin, his hands traveled down their arms, fingers pressing into any place they could, and God forbid he think anything about that tongue that poked between the man's lush lips every once in a while.

But what Jungkook heard the most about was the sex.

"Beautiful," people had described, "steamy, lively, and with enough dominance to send you under for a week." He had heard the rumors of how Taehyung's hips worked wonders, somehow sliding slowly and gently at first, but then increasing at a pace that had one rambling incoherently as pleasure wrecked their body inside and out. Jungkook didn't exactly enjoy listening to the rumors of Taehyung's abilities.

He'd rather experience it.

It was a terrible thought in Jungkook's mind; hormonal sin, as he called it. He knew it was just an urge that all people went through, even if this urge was enough to make him moan out his name during occasional lonely nights.

But no, that wasn't a thought he could afford to spare. First off, Jungkook wasn't like that. He didn't want to be recklessly dominated by someone who was an infamous whore. But, no matter what Jungkook did to try to relieve the sexual built up tension, his eyes always wandered to the blonde haired man's body, taking in every small detail as he could.

But today, Jungkook hadn't looked first.

It was Taehyung staring and Jungkook.

A quick aversion from Taehyung's eyes made Jungkook walk just a little bit faster to his morning classes, but even as he traveled down the steps and to the lecture hall, he could still feel that man's lust filled gaze brushing over his skin like wind.