LASCIVIOUS / OT7

CHOCOLATE · ONE

Ten minutes. They sat there, in silence, waiting for these fuckers, for ten minutes.

Namjoon noticed how the teacher didn't even bother asking why they were late. Was it such a common thing? All he did was let out an exhausted sigh and told them to sit down so they can start the lesson. Not even an apology to the teacher for being so late, not even a reason, just the sound of their shoes and a tiny whisper from one of them- audible to only the others- to fill the almost empty classroom.

There was Namjoon, the six boys who just came in, then five boys who sat very close to the front. No girls. Just men. Mina was probably the last girl to step foot in this classroom, he thought to himself whilst trying to ignore the feeling of something watching him. Yet it was there, and it wouldn't go away no matter how desperately he tried to rid himself of it so he was able to focus. And the urge to turn around and see was so powerful that he would have, if it weren't for the teacher yelling at the boy in front of him to pay attention.

So this is the them everyone talks about, huh.

The Them, or just sometimes "Them" was the term used to talk about this group of six boys. They, of course, were not aware of the term so everyone used it to talk about them freely. Namjoon had never encountered Them before, yet he assumed this was them. Six boys with little care for their education, creepy as shit- but with nice faces. Also, play boys. Very, very obvious play boys.

So, yeah, this was definitely The Them.

The first one he noticed when they came into the classroom was a blonde one. Tall, broad shoulders and with the face that you'd see and immediately wonder what fashion magazine or advert you saw them in previously. Then there was a smaller one, around Namjoon's height but not quite, with a light blue hair colour and sharp eyes. A dreadful mismatch, yet somehow he pulled it off well.
The one who came in last caught his attention, too- the same height as the blonde one, if not taller, with the most attractive face he'd ever seen in his fucking life. But he had heard enough about Them to know that falling for their looks never ends well and the best thing you can do is keep your gaze to the ground if they come near.
One of them, which he had a sinking feeling was the other short one, apparently would insult people as a method of getting them to sleep with him. Namjoon couldn't comprehend at all how that worked, and quite frankly, never wanted to. But he never wanted any of this. And yet it's all happening.

Shaking himself awake from his thoughts, he glanced momentarily off to the side to see someone there staring at him. Not creepy, he wished he could've said out loud, not creepy at all. He was a bit different to rest of the them. His hair was a much darker shade, being black, and he seemed a bit more... Young, in comparison. Of course, they were all quite youthful in their looks but he genuinely looked young. As in, less than 20.

Was Namjoon staring as well? No- no, he wasn't. He just kept looking back to see if he still was. He didn't know any of their names, never wanted to, never needed to, so he'd forever do what everyone else did and merely referred to them as, well, Them.

Namjoon only noticed that the bell had rung once he heard the teacher leave. He must've lost himself in his thoughts. Great, he scolded himself internally, first lesson in this class and you can't even pay attention because of some stupid-

"Hey."

That voice sounds like it could probably melt chocolate, was not the first thing Namjoon should've thought. But hey, it happened. Sucking in a deep breath before turning around to face who it was, and-

Well, fuck me in the ass with a chainsaw. It's that guy.

The guy that he saw and immediately believed was the most gorgeous man on planet earth has a nice ass voice too. But he was still an asshole. He thinks. Yeah, all of the them are assholes. No exceptions, not for one of them. They'll fuck you once, then expect you to be gone before the morning comes and if you're not then they'll kick you out and expect you to never show up again. Not one of them had a serious relationship probably in their entire time of existing and Namjoon did not feel like being added to the list of people this guy has fucked.

Then he chuckled. "I know I'm attractive, but the bell has gone. Class is over. Unless you wanna stay here and stare at me more, I wouldn't mind."
His hand nearly touched his cheek before Namjoon sprung off and practically sprinted out the classroom, down the hall and into the library.

Well, at least he'd be able to see Momo and Dahyun. And wouldn't be going back into that class until tomorrow. Where he's in there for basically the whole day. Fucking hell. Mina was right, I already want out.

Meanwhile, far out of Namjoon's hearing range and absolutely everyone's hearing range :

"I mean, but did you see his lips? Like, try to tell me they aren't made for dick sucking." One said.

"He looks too... Innocent." Another basically growled out.

"And? Your point is? Doesn't that make it better?" He was about to continue, before he got interrupted.

"That's enough. I get it, you like the boy. But like Jimin pointed out, he looks innocent. You wouldn't want to scare him off so quickly, would you?" Hoseok wasn't here. And whenever Hoseok was gone, Seokjin became a leader of sorts. And if Hoseok was here, surely he would say the opposite. Hoseok's idea of dealing with more innocent people was to terrify them into submission. After all, most of the time they were too weak to defend themselves so all it took was the simplest of threats and they'd turn into putty in his hands.

Yoongi stayed quiet, mainly wondering what the hell the boy had heard about them to have that reaction to Taehyung. Probably too much to even consider trusting them for a second. Last time a boy like him wondered into class, it took one day. One. They didn't even know his name- but to be fair, they don't know the name of the current one either. Never heard it. It would be easy to get it out of him, sure. But getting him to submit, chances are that wouldn't be as easy a task that they would've hoped.
So much effort, and for what? If they're all going to put in effort just for one round each with this guy, they might as well keep him altogether-

Ah. That could work.

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A/N :
BITCH ITS BEGINNING!!!!
fyi, all characters are 20+ (jk is only just at 21)

Also "The Them" is a reference to a book called Good Omens. The Them is a group of kids, one of which is the Antichrist.
Go read it if you haven't it's funny djfisfjsk