𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝕾𝖚𝖇𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊

5

A week. It's been a week since Seokjin arrived at Yoongi's school.

And Yoongi still has not said another word to him. Every day the older would go out and buy Yoongi his favorite meal, greeting him with a warm smile. Yoongi hated the way his heart beat picked up when the older called him 'kitty' or 'kitten'.

Seokjin was not as gayfoward as he was when they first met. He would occasionally wink at the younger and he refused to drop the nicknames. He didn't make inappropriate jokes and respected Yoongi's space. He would simply greet him at lunch with a "Hi Kitty" or "Hey Kitten" and hand him his lunch before leaving him to eat.

Yoongi knew Seokjin was just trying to be nice. He didn't really seem like he wanted to get into Yoongi's pants (not yet, anyway). He was just a dirty minded dork.

So, as of Friday morning, Yoongi decided to give him a chance.

And that's what he was doing right now. Seokjin extended his arm out with the takeout bag in his hand. He set it down on the table and stepped back to go to his usual spot on the other side of the cafeteria. Yoongi quickly caught the end of his sleeve from the other side of the table.

"E-eat with me?" Yoongi asked shyly, his cheeks glowing a bright pink from his own question. He hated how easily he stuttered and blushed around the other, even though they barely talked.

"Really?" Seokjin's eyebrows raised up in surprise, Yoongi tugging on his sleeve a little as he nodded.

Seokjin slowly sat down across from the boy, setting his lunch down on the table. Yoongi let go of the sleeve as he stared down at the table from embarrassment. Whispers and glances were already happening when people around them noticed this.

They both began to eat their lunch in silence, yet somehow it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. Yoongi would sometimes glance up and catch Seokjin staring at him. He expected the older to look away each time, but he always kept staring until Yoongi got too embarrassed and looked back down at the table.

"So what's your deal?" Seokjin suddenly asked, startling the smaller male as he let out a cute gasp.

"W-What do y-you mean?" Yoongi stammered, making eye contact for only a second before his eyes went down to his lap.

"This whole act you have. Pretending to be the school's bad ass." Seokjin replied bluntly, taking a swig of his water, eyes never leaving the mint haired male across from him.

"I-It's n-not an act!" Yoongi huffed as he looked up to pout at the older.

Seokjin raised his brows with a small smirk. "No?"

"S-Shut up." Yoongi whispered, his face feeling like it was on fire.

"I just don't see why you'd want to. You think you're all tough but around me you get all cute and flustered. So embarrassed, so submissive." Seokjin rambled, purposely emphasizing the word submissive.

"N-no 'm not!" Yoongi gasped quietly, offended by the statement. He frowned and crossed his arms.

"You've got something on your lip." Seokjin states as he leaned closer, his thumb swiping over Yoongi's soft lower lip. He left it there, his other fingers under Yoongi's chin.

Yoongi wanted to pull away or slap his hand. But he couldn't. One side of him was telling him to not give in, but the other was overtaking him. The side he was listening to was saying to just let it happen because he enjoyed it. Not just a little bit, but a lot. He hated to admit it, but he missed Seokjin hitting on him and teasing him even though it had only been 4 days since then.

Seokjin pulled the warm pad of his thumb away from Yoongi's lip and Yoongi let out an unsatisfied whine without realizing it. Seokjin leaned back with a smirk.

"Right. You definitely aren't submissive."

Oof