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"W-w-w-what the fuck are you doing???"
Seokjin fell on his back, from the sudden kiss that still lingered its warmth on his lips.
"Me? I just kissed you."
"I know! I was there!!"
How could he ever imagine, that one day the one who stole his first kiss would be Kim Namjoon.
'Stealing' he emphasized, a verb describing the action of taking away something without the owner's consent, as stated in every dictionary.
Not a greeting, or a goodbye kiss, it was one that steeped in a passion that ignited. The promise of realness, the primal desire that lives in us all. His lips pressed against the other's like a quick peck on the top of a lollipop, there would always be a strong sweetness of aftertaste contagiously flowing throughout your body.
Seokjin's blood pressure and body temperature went higher than ever before, like an erupting volcano. Despite that exceptionally attractive visual and 20 years of living breathing, his lips had been preserved safely a virgin.
Well, not anymore.
"So, how did it feel?" Namjoon pecked up a cunning smirk.
"Disgusting!!! What did you even expect???"
"I expected you to be more honest," he shrugged, "disgusting, sure?"
The slick teacher placed one hand on the other's chest, feeling every single beat that was pounding. Ba-dump ba-dump it accelerated, like crazy, as if Namjoon's touch was the sticks to Seokjin's heart, hitting it like a bass drum.
If heartbeat is rhythm of the soul, Seokjin's ones must be dubstep. It was dancing insanely at that moment that he thought his chest would burst. It was singing louder than a crashing wave, which no one was able to hear but feel. The pressure from Namjoon's hand was an intense pump, urging the handsome doctor's entire nervous system to adapt to this impact. Seokjin made an attempt to relieve the thumping, but it didn't work.
'Why wouldn't it stop', he cussed.
"Seems like this part of your body doesn't agree eh?" the teacher laughed at Seokjin's pumping chest.
"Cut it out Namjoon, it's because you're touching my nipple! Hands off!"
"Why don't you take it off yourself," Namjoon cocked an eyebrow, "unless you don't want to."
"S-someone might see us!!" the doctor froze at his spot. He could feel it still, the heat emerging from his cheeks, as well as the pulse stirred within his heart.
