Lessons [ON HOLD FOR NOW]

Eight: This world moves faster than we thought

I have band practice tonight, and I want cuddles. ㅇㅅㅇ

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Yoongi drummed his fingers on the top of his desk. He couldn't stop thinking about Hoseok. And that made school a challenge. He couldn't stop fidgeting, thinking about Hoseok pinning him dow-

"Mr.Min, class ended over ten minutes ago. Are you alright?" Yoongi's teacher asked, usually they were never this concerned.

"Yeah, just tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."

His reply came out horse and gravely. Was he sick?

Yoongi left the classroom and grabbed his backpack. He walked to his car, started the ignition, and drove to Hoseok's house.

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Hoseok was working. He had sweat dripping off his muscular body, and landing on the floor. His shirt had been long forgotten, and he sweatpants hung around his hips loosely, the band of his boxers showing.

He kept going. In the morning, he had his job, and was.sent home because he was distracted. That stupid adorable gummy smile, stupid plump ass, his doll lips, kitten eyes that screamed innocence and his stupid pout. Min Yoongi had only been at that house for two days, and had already given Hoseok four boners.

He was a difficult person to get off your mind.

So Hoseok had gotten home and decided to work out as a distraction. His hair damp with sweat.

He kept going. Pumping his torso up and down, moving his legs, his arms, making sure his joints were fluid and able to dance smoothly.

What he didn't know is that Yoongi had gotten home, and came looking for him.

He kept his eyes shut, focused on the way his muscles clenched and unclenched.

He opened his eyes, sat up and locked eyes with Yoongi. He looked Yoongi up and down and smirked.

Those tight school uniform pants sure do show if you were turned on or not. . .

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Smut?

Smut?

No. Not yet. . .soon! ;)

-Leo