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𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣: тeмpтaтιonѕ

【𝖎 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘】

You were so confused when Hoseok mentioned school. It was dark outside, why would anyone be headed to learn at this hour? But then it made sense, night school.

Of freaking course, vampires would attend night school.

The car ride was painful to endure after the big show you put on by running away. But Hoseok placed a careful hand on your shoulder and stayed close to you the entire way back. And once you faced the music, it was like you didn't have to say anything at all. In fact, nobody said anything. They all avoided eye contact and shuffled out the door in matching dark school uniforms. So now you were stuck in a private, tight limousine squeezed between Hoseok and Namjoon while Jimin and Taehyung sat across from you with your knees touching.

You stared at the two body parts against each other, it was barely anything but you felt uncomfortable. The slightest touch or look from any of these guys was heavily unbearable. There was barely enough room to move, if you tried to shift your leg just a bit you'd end up rubbing against Taehyung more and that was not something you needed right now. There was also nowhere to look, which was kind of bizarre. You tried keeping your eyes on your own lap but eventually, your neck started to ache and you had to move your head up. You tried to stare at the space between the two maknaes' heads, but that gave off the wrong message to the two and one wink and unnecessary comment from them was all it took for your cheeks to burn. So you kind of just darted your eyes back and forth, trying to always be moving.

"Jin Hyung, I have study hall today," Yoongi mumbled from your left, breaking the awkward silence amongst the brothers.

"That's the fourth time this week," he sighed, his brows furrowing at the disappointing news.

"The second time wasn't my fault, though." Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest defiantly,"It was an act of self-defense, really."

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but there was not much you could do to not listen. The conversation was unfurling right in front of you, and though you didn't understand much of the context of why Yoongi was a troublemaker, you were glad they were being familiar despite the fact that you, an outsider, was sitting in the midst of it all.

"Regardless," Jin straightened in his seat, cracking his neck to emphasize his point," you need to stop hanging out with those senior punks. It's gonna get you in trouble."

"They're cool guys," Yoongi scoffed, turning his head away. "and they're of my kind," he muttered under his breath, scrunching up his little nose in a testy manner. If he didn't want you to hear that last part, he failed miserably.

"Don't they call themselves Big-"

"Don't say their name in this moving vehicle or I swear I'll send you to bed without dinner. And if I catch you with them too it won't be a pleasant sight," Jin pointed a finger at Jungkook, who immediately shut up at his harsh tone.

"Yes, Hyung," Jungkook rolled his eyes, blowing out a frustrated pout of air that moved his bangs out his eyes.

"Yah," Yoongi looked at Jin in disbelief, raising his hands in exasperation," you always make a big deal out of nothing. Last week it was Taehyung breaking curfew."

"He jumped off the BALCONY, Yoongi. The BALCONY." Jin leaned forward, his voice rising as Yoongi brushed off the reasoning without a care in the world, making an audible expression of incredulity.