Breaking In {BTS In School}

7. Flirt

Jin followed the poor boy out, leaving an amused YeongMi with a semi-embarrassed, extremely intrigued Namjoon.

He gave her a look, sitting on the couch and flicking his tongue out slowly. He was tempting her, and they both knew it.

God it was so hard to resist.

And she got the feeling that he hadn't even started yet.

YeongMi raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms, keeping her cool demeanor. Really she was just trying to shake off the feeling of excitement.

"A minute ago you were avoiding my eyes and hiding your porn, and now you're looking at me like that?"

"True, true, you make a fair point."

YeongMi shook her head. "You're confusing, Namjoon."

He sat back, and YeongMi thought it was safe, so she sat next to him, stretching her legs out and resting her head back.

She was wrong about being safe.

"But, you said it yourself, the real thing is better. So, what is it that you thought you could teach Jin? I can probably keep up."

"I don't know, are you a good student?"

Namjoon smirked, leaning his head closer to her. His lips were jutting out, and YeongMi felt her eyes stuck on them.

She was unhappy to admit that her heart was thumping faster than it should be. She wasn't supposed to be that girl, the one who got feelings. She wasn't the butterflies type.

She really did see Namjoon a little differently than the others.

Maybe more than a little.

Definitely more than a little.

She crossed her legs to hide any potential shivers, and she managed to look into his very sexually driven eyes. They were swarming, pulling her in, and she was falling, she was falling into the feelings, the emotions, the physical drives.

She couldn't fall, she needed to stop, she would drown in this unfamiliar sea. She refused to do that. She wouldn't lose her cool, she wouldn't lose her control.

"Oh, believe me, I'm the best."

Best at what?

YeongMi didn't want to know.

That was such a lie.

"Best at what?"

She didn't like the way her voice softened, faltered.

It was weakness.

She didn't want to be weak, not even if it meant she might do something with Namjoon.

This had to stop....

"Best rapper around, best student, best tongue," Namjoon scooted closer, and YeongMi thought her heartbeat was ringing in her ears.

This was unfamiliar, unwanted.

"I can probably teach you a few things myself."

YeongMi rolled her eyes, smiling softly. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I can think of a few things."

The look he gave her was more than she'd ever seen.

YeongMi felt her stomach in her throat, closing up, and she couldn't quite breath.

She stood up quickly, walking to the door, taking a deep breath. As soon as she broke away from his gaze, she felt herself calm down.

This was embarrassing, this was bad.

She couldn't do this, he was a friend, and if she stayed any longer, the whole dynamic of the group would be thrown off, and she had finally gotten used to having them around, she didn't want to lose that, even if Namjoon was intoxicating, even if his lips were begging for her, and his hands were whispering the things they could do to her.

No.

"Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

Seductive Namjoon was gone, and the helpful, endearingly destructive student was back.

Thank fucking god.

YeongMi sighed, partly in relief, and partly in disappointment. She couldn't deal with this, it was too late, she was too stressed.

"No that's the problem."

She wasn't even sure what she was saying.

She didn't trust herself to be alone with him anymore, and she was torn about what to do. She wanted to stay, but she wanted to be gone.

This feeling would subside, and then she'd be grateful for her decision, right?

Namjoon nodded, clearly not getting it, but he was too nice to ask her about it.

That made her want to stay even more. He was seriously too much.

"Anyways, I'll let you get back to your work," she smirked, "or, you know, whatever you do."

Namjoon scratched his neck in embarrassment.

"Good luck, and don't think of me too much."

"Well, I'll do my best. Same to you, YeongMi. I know I keep you up at night. I can help you with that, anytime."

If only it was that simple.

YeongMi turned away and walked out of the door quickly, before she did something stupid, like kiss him, or other, increasily idiotic things.

Yeah, completely stupid.

She ran into Jimin on the stairs - and thank god, because she had no idea where she was, or how to get back to her room.

She didn't even have to ask him to wait for her; he stood patiently for her, and fell right into step with her.

"Mimi, what are you doing?" Jimin happily grabbed her hand, carefully leading her up the stairs as if he knew she was lost without her telling. It was typical Jimin.

"Were you with Namjoon?" He gave her a pervy look, and she smirked, though she felt her neck heat up a little.

"Yeah, him and his porn."

Jimin snorted in surprise, and YeongMi gave him a look.

"Come on, not you too? I don't care, lots of people watch porn, not just guys. It's not a big deal."

But she would still tease him about it at every opportunity.

Jimin nodded, and YeongMi smiled.

She liked Jimin, she really did. Past his sexual acts, he was a cute little sweetheart. She could see why even Yoongi had a soft spot for him.

He walked her up to her room, despite her attempts to stop him, and he gave her a warm hug.

"Try to actually sleep tonight. We all know you haven't slept in too long."

She lay in bed, thinking deeply.

She cared more than she'd like. But they seemed to care too.

((Lol oh I remember when they implemented the gif function and all stories had like 70 gifs per chapter, yoinks