The Package || Jinkook

Chapter 12

Jin watches Jungkook walk out of the room and close the door. What he whispered into his ear didn't pass without invoking a reaction. A reaction that Jungkook may or may not have been aiming for.

"You guys didn't just fall did you?" Namjoon asks with a grin. Jin hides his red face in the palms of his hands and Namjoon simply chuckles. With a flick of his thumb he locks the classroom door and pulls down the small shade to the doors window. He saunters across the room to close the blinds of the outside windows and the room is now only illuminated by the florescent lights beaming down from the ceiling.

"Joonie really? Here?" Jin questions with wide eyes.

"Why not here? I can see the kid got you turned on already," Namjoon approaches Jin slowly, an animalistic prowl to his step. Jin breathes heavily as the man comes closer, pressing his body against Jin's side. Thick lips purse and press against the skin on Jin's long slender neck and he tries to hold back a moan. Slithering fingers reach the collar of the professors dress shirt and one by one, the buttons release their grasp.

"I have a class soon" Jin tries to make an excuse, but it's not good enough. He didn't want to make it good enough.

"An hour is plenty of time," He whispers as those Slithering fingers make their way to the older man's neck, gently squeezing, teeth pushing past those savory lips to devour the creamy, sensitive skin of Jin's shoulder. His breath hitches, the pleasure melting every inch of his body as he grips the side of a desk; legs like jello, making it difficult to stand.

Namjoon  puts his hand on Jin's back, right below his neck, and slowly pushes him onto the desk. His body forms a right angle.

Face down, ass out.

Jin revels in the excitement and unbuckles his pants, Namjoon pulling them down impatiently, boxers following suit.

"This is something we haven't tried" Namjoon whispers in his ear. Jin doesn't speak. He simply nods, the fear of getting caught heightening his arousal to the point where words can't form.

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The sound of a soda can resonates in the empty hallway as Jungkook makes his way to his next class. His keeps his eyes trained on the ground, not wanting to look up for fear someone would be able to see the deep red blush on his cheeks. He can feel the heat. He knows it's still there. It won't go away.

Why?

It doesn't make sense. Yes, he was caught in an embarrassing situation but there was no reason to still be this anxious. There was a searing fire burning into his flesh where Jin touched him and a throbbing feeling deep in his gut leading to a place where no man had ever been before. 

"-ngkook, Jungkook, JUNGKOOK!" Jimin's hand lands flat on Jungkook's forehead, a loud sound emanating from the connected flesh. Jungkook snaps out of his haze and his eyes shoot from the floor to Jimin's face. 

"Oh, hey guys," Jungkook stuffs his trembling hands into the pocket of his burgundy pants and tries to smile. Hoseok puts his arms around Jimin and pulls him in for a quick peck. Jungkook's heart thumps against his chest. 

What?

That feeling. What is that? 

Yearning? I could be yearning.

"Hey Kookie, what's wrong? Taehyung asks, tugging on Jungkook's sleeve to gain his attention. Jungkook looks at his friend and bites his lip. Taehyung's skin is the first thing he notices. It's deep, tan, flawless, bright. His hair is long, wavy, falls over his cheeks and forehead lightly, almost majestically. 

"Um... I'm not feeling well guys. I think I'm just gonna head home. Tell the professor I'm sorry for missing his class." Jungkook turns away but Taehyung grabs his arm.

"Want me to drive you? I don't want you to walk, that's 10 kilometers (6 miles)," the touch of Taehyung's fingertips chills Jungkook's body and his mind is suddenly flooding with images of Jin. 

"I'm fine. I need to clear my head," Jungkook attempts a smile and begins walking to the rusted gates out of the university. 

He definitely needs to clear his mind of these thoughts.

"Kookie!" a girl he used to know calls out. He smiles and go straight to her, putting his arm around her waist and inviting her out for lunch. This is what he likes. Long straight black hair, milky white skin, thin body, long legs. This is what he has to like.