Yoongi's perspective
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I walked into first period. I turned to see if jungkook was sitting down, to my dismay, finding only an empty seat. I want to see him. It's like, his face itself gives me something to look forward to.
I sat down in my seat, ready to just work out some serious math when I caught a whiff of something faintly delectable. Like at dinner time when you just slightly smell your favorite dish and suddenly you're ravenous.
I smelt blood.
I stared down at the bright orange worksheet in front of me, an awful color that my math teacher used for worksheets so that our minds would associate the color with math. I hate the color orange. Sam, Mijin's best friend sat in front of me she shifted in her seat and the movement caught my eye, there it was again, the smell of fresh blood.
But where was it coming from. No. I didn't need to know, that would cause a whole world of trouble.
"Fuck, not today." I barely heard Sams whisper as she shifted in her seat again and raised her hand.
Mr. Stewart is one of those teachers who, once your in class, it's nearly impossible to get out of class. Especially during first and 3rd periods, because:
1. He expects us to have time to pee before school or during lunch and
2. He believes with all his heart that his time is not to be wasted, and any moment you're not in class at the right time it is wasting his.
So in signature Stweart style, it's nearly 5 minutes with Sam's hand up before he addresses her. During those agonizing minutes I bit my own lip hard enough to draw my own blood, only distracting me for a moment before I locked my eyes hungrily on Sam's upper back and neck. Her hair was up in a ponytail, probably in an attempt hide her 2 week old unwashed hair.
I smiled a little to myself, she almost looked good enough to eat, it would be so easy. I imagined pushing her onto the ground, choking her until she didnt struggle. Leaning into the bend of her neck and then ripping open the flesh there to get to the sweet juice underneath. Blood becoming a stark contrast on her pale skin. Then, in my daydream I sit back up to admire my work and it's not Sam, but Jungkook. His eyes heavy kidded and his breath heaving lightly.
The door shut and I realized Sam had finally left after a small debate with Mr. Stewart. Eventually my hunger ebbed away. However, a different problem had arisen. I was most definitely hard and I tried my best to focus on the quadratic we were on but the mental image of the gorgeous, out of breath and bloody Jungkook wouldn't stay gone.
I finally couldn't take it and as soon as the class was given time to finish today's worksheet, I snatched up my phone and tuned on my music as fast as I could. Thankfully the neverending beat and melodies were enough to calm me down.
What the fuck is happening to me.
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