Drama Club | kth.jjk

31.

"Every year the school puts up a crappy ten year old Christmas tree in the hall for Christmas. So boring," Hoseok yawns, leaning his head on Yoongi's shoulders, while playing with Jimin's fingers, the shorter boy's hand in Hoseok's lap. They were all seated around a round lunch table, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin on one side. Namjoon and Jin sitting opposite the three. And finally, Taehyung and Jungkook, sitting opposite each other, beside the other four.

Jungkook continues to eat his cold pasta that he had collected from the school cafeteria, regretting his decision every time he swallowed. But nonetheless, his stomach needed to be filled, and so, to hell with the cold pasta. He'd just have to imagine that it was something much better, like Taehyung's di-

Taehyung stares at the adorable younger, stuffing his face with the really disgusting school pasta. Does Jungkook actually enjoy that mudpile? Taehyung questions to himself, watching how Jungkook's cheeks would blow up with the amount of food in his mouth, before he'd swallow with a small pout.

The mint haired male just wanted to reach over and kiss the younger hard but softly. Tenderly but roughly. Lust filled but love filled. Just, everything.

It was hard to hold back in front of everyone. The two hadn't talked much about it, but they just knew that whatever happened between them had to be kept a secret. But at times like these, when Jungkook acted so adorably sexy, Taehyung just felt like risking it all for a single kiss.

And he really thinks that he's not whipped for Jungkook...wow.

Jungkook takes another bite out of the schools pasta, grimacing at the taste before swallowing, "obviously, I haven't been here as long as others, but I think it's kinda nice how the school puts up a Christmas tree," Jungkook says shrugging.

Namjoon shakes his head, "yeah, we found it cute too at first. Until the next year we seen the same tree with the same decorations with the same lights. It wouldn't hurt for the school to have some diversity. As well as that, where is the same energy when it comes to celebrating other festivals from different religions. Like, Eid, Diwali, Hanukkah ect ect," Namjoon rambles, angrily stabbing his own pasta with a wooden fork.

"I agree, like the school does know that there's more than one religion? Sigh, that's that white people shit," Jin grimaces when he notices the absurd amount of teachers around him glaring at him. "Damn, I forgot that this school is mostly filled with Jakes, Joshes, Darrens and Karens," he mumbles afterwards, setting his head down on the palm of his hand.

The teachers huff and walk past Jin, what could they say? The boy was merely stating facts.

Hoseok giggles, noticing the look on the teacher's faces, "you guys should become motivational speakers. I swear. Especially you, Mr President Kim Namjoon," the boy laughs, throwing a carrot slice at Namjoon's eye. Namjoon watches it fall onto the table with a grin, "Namjoon for president!"

Jimin holds up a piece of paper, "can you guys help me with my Spanish work? I was supposed to write and essay but...I'm failing Spanish." Everyone nods, making Jimin grin, he clears this throat, "ahora mismo, me llevo muy bien con Katerina dado que elle es muy simpatica. Solemos salir a la play pero llueve aqui. Sin embargo, me gusta mucho la lluvia de alguna manera-"

"Wait, isn't Katerina the name of your Spanish teacher? And aren't you doing French?" Yoongi asks, looking at the paper. Jimin groans, "read the rest."

Yoongi narrows his eyes before he struggles to read Jimin's messy handwriting, "por lo que sé, no me llevo muy bien Amira porque ella es mala. Personalmente, aconsejo conocer pero no escucha. Casi nunca la veo hoy en día."

Yoongi frowns, "did you just write a full paragraph as to why you don't get along with your French teacher?"

Jimin groans loudly, "my French teacher kept pissing me off so I dropped out of French and started studying Spanish just to piss her off."