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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      the_rest_of_bangtan_members, cameos_by_got7, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      slight_dubcon, Fluff, attempted_humor, inexperienced_hoseok, yoongi_is
      smitten, hoseok_is_oblivious, Underage_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_High
      School
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-22 Words: 11903
****** A.D.I.D.A.S ******
by gimmelurv
Summary
     Yoongi chuckled against Hoseok’s neck. His mouth pulling away from
     the spot he had been feasting upon so that it could hover over
     Hoseok’s ear once again.
     “Did you just…?” Yoongi trailed off, his hands leaving Hoseok’s chest
     so that they could press against Hoseok’s front. “You just came in
     your pants.”
     -
     Jung Hoseok: General troublemaker who should probably get his shit
     together.
     Min Yoongi: Head of the school hall monitors and possible future
     president of Korea who just so happens to own Jung Hoseok's ass.
Notes
     Please forgive me.
     Also, if y'all don't know what the title stands for, then bless your
     innocent souls.
See the end of the work for more notes
Hoseok chanced a look down at his wrist watch, his heartrate only increasing
when he realized he had less than five minutes to get to school before he would
be considered late. Hoseok hadn’t even made it to the huge oak tree that
usually marked his ten-minute mark for getting to school.
Hoseok’s Jordans pounded on the cement, causing his knees to feel like jelly
the farther along he ran. Hoseok knew he probably looked deranged with the way
he had hazardously buttoned his white uniform shirt, not even bothering to
properly put on his tie. He had simply let the crimson thing hang around his
neck, now violently flapping in the wind behind him as if to pinpoint Hoseok as
that one lazy kid who had overslept.
To be fair, this time wasn’t Hoseok’s fault that he had overslept. It had been
Namjoon who had called him at midnight the night before completely excited at
the fact that Epik High was making another comeback. Namjoon had insisted that
they both stay up until one in the morning so they could watch their music
video premiere together. Sure, Hoseok could have said no, but Hoseok was too
good a friend to allow Namjoon to sleep that late into the night alone.
Hoseok could barely catch his breath as he made it to the school grounds. It
took a lot of effort on Hoseok’s part to not just skip out on school
completely. Hoseok already looked a mess, his caramel locks sticking to his
forehead with sweat, and his uniform practically thrown on his lean frame. It
might have been a better idea to just go home and try again the next day, but
just the thought of how furious his older sister would be at him for skipping
school again made Hoseok find a new interest in actually making it to class.
Hoseok took a deep breath, taking a moment to run a hand through his sweaty
hair before he entered the school.
It was so strange to see the halls of the school empty in the morning. It was
usually always filled to bursting with students lingering around before classes
started. Seeing the halls bare with no sounds to be heard from anywhere made
the place seem kind of eerie.
Hoseok tiptoed his way into the halls, silently counting his blessings that he
hadn’t run into a school monitor as soon as he’d stepped foot into the school.
The school monitors were the ones who would check to make sure everyone made it
into their classes when the bell rang, sternly pushing the stragglers along
with the threat of a white slip for detention. The school monitors were always
on duty until fifteen minutes into the class time, checking to see if any
students tried to sneak into school past hours.
Hoseok had been blessed all the previous times he had made it to school late to
get the two most lenient school monitors.
Mark Tuan was tall, very quiet, and frankly a little scary. He had transferred
from LA to Korea his sophomore year, and he’d made friends with a guy named
Jinyoung who had gotten him into the group. Mark was known for being a pretty
laid back guy in general, and his new-found power on the monitoring team hadn’t
changed that. He would always let Hoseok go with a wave of his hand, being sure
to give Hoseok the sky-blue slip to allow him into class late.
The second most lenient monitor on the team was Kim Seokjin. Kim Seokjin was
probably heaven’s angel in disguise. Seokjin was always super friendly to
everyone, waving and sending people warm smiles wherever he went. Kim Seokjin
was known to lecture people when they would arrive late, but Hoseok was always
more than glad to stand through a thirty second lecture any time he was late.
Hoseok was more than positive that those broad shoulders were gifted to him by
God himself so that he could hide his angel wings.
Hoseok continued his trek through the empty hallways, the lack of school
monitors hopefully meaning that they were far too occupied with another student
to notice Hoseok making his way to class late. Sure, Hoseok would have to run
laps during lunch for being late, but Hoseok would rather run laps for the rest
of the week than to be faced with Min-
“Jung Hoseok.”
Hoseok gulped at the sound of his name being called. Hoseok knew that voice
belonged to the one guy Hoseok had always made it a point not to cross.
However, in that moment Hoseok was far too scared to even turn around to
confirm his suspicions.
“Are you stupid?” that same voice called again, this time directly behind
Hoseok. “Turn around, Jung.”
Hoseok sent a silent prayer to God above, promising to stop playing Pokémon Go
during church service if he only allowed him a break this one time. With a
final prayer to the heavens above, Hoseok twisted around in place, doing his
best to be as slow as possible as if to prolong his fate.
“Stop messing around and look at me, Jung!”
Hoseok jumped, quickly turning around only to be faced with Min Yoongi’s famous
glare.
“Hello, Yoongi-sunbaenim,” Hoseok greeted, being sure to display his biggest
and brightest smile.
Yoongi didn’t seem amused.
“You’re late, Jung,” Yoongi tutted, his book of slips lifted up high in his
hand so he could flick through the thick pages. “What does this make? The third
time this month?”
Hoseok could feel himself shrink as Yoongi sent him an annoyed look, his hand
snapping his book shut so that the sound echoed through the barren hallways.
“I’m sorry, sunbae. I didn’t mean-”
“I’m really not interested in what you didn’t mean, Jung,” Yoongi snapped, his
elegant hands forming fists around his monitoring book.
Hoseok felt himself flinch at Yoongi’s tone of voice.
Min Yoongi was known as the toughest school monitor by everyone in the school.
It didn’t matter the person or the situation. If Min Yoongi caught you doing
something that was against the school rules there was no hope. Min Yoongi was
small with delicate features, but what Yoongi lacked in physical intimidation
he made up for with his snappy attitude. Yoongi had no problem glaring at
people everywhere he went, and his snobby attitude and knack for getting people
in trouble had made him a pretty hated guy amongst the school.
“Would it help if I said this is the third time in the last month and a half?”
Hoseok nervously asked, his smile completely melting off his face when he
realized Yoongi was not going to let him off the hook.
“I don’t see what’s so funny, Jung. Not only are you late, but you look like
you just rolled out of bed and put on your uniform in the dark.”
Hoseok looked down at his uniform to note that he indeed looked like trash.
Hoseok could even see slivers of his stomach through his shirt from where he
had buttoned his shirt wrong.
“To be fair, I think my radiant smile makes up for it, right?” Hoseok teased,
breaking into a short show of the aegyo he sometimes used on Namjoon or Jaebum
when he wanted something from them.
“You want to die?” Yoongi seethed, immediately stepping away from Hoseok, a
look of complete disgust written across his face.
“Sorry,” Hoseok whimpered, once again wilting like a flower without sun.
“Listen, Jung. You might have gotten away with nothing more than a slap on the
wrist by the other monitors, but you aren’t going to get out of trouble so
easily today.”
Hoseok bit his lip, completely confused when Yoongi handed Hoseok a pink slip
instead of the usual white slip meant for detention.
“What’s this?” Hoseok asked, looking at the sickening Pepto-Bismol colored
sheet of paper.
“That is a pink slip,” Yoongi answered, his tone of voice coming out as if he
were talking to a small child. “Meet me after classes are out.”
Yoongi checked his wrist watch once before turning on his heel, completely
ignoring any questions Hoseok had. He took a few steps before stopping and
turning back to level Hoseok with another sharp glare.
“And, Jung. Don’t try to get out of this or things will go much worse.”
Hoseok nodded, completely floored by the utter fear he could feel creeping up
his spine like a bug.
Yoongi did nothing but continue on his way, walking through the empty halls as
if he owned them and the rest of the world along with them.
Hoseok was so screwed.
✂
“You are so screwed,” Yugyeom mumbled as he and Jungkook looked over the pink
sheet of paper Hoseok had been clutching in his fist since that morning.
“Gee, thanks,” Hoseok snapped, quickly snatching the paper from Yugyeom’s hand.
“Don’t scare him guys! It’s bad enough he got in trouble with Min Yoongi,”
Jimin scolded from his place at the lunch table, completely oblivious to the
way Taehyung was sneaking bites out of his lunch from beside him.
“You act like he’s going to kill you, or something,” Jaebum spoke up from
beside Hoseok, taking the slip of paper from Hoseok’s hand so that he could
examine it once again. “He’s probably just going to make you do manual labor
for the school. Just man up and clean the blackboards for a few hours.”
It was easy for Jaebum to say. He wasn’t the one who had been subjected to Min
Yoongi’s death glare for all of three minutes. Hoseok was surprised he had made
it out alive to tell the tale.
“Isn’t that practically death?” Jackson questioned from across the table. “I
mean, Min Yoongi doesn’t care about anyone. He could work Hobi to death for all
we know.”
Everyone turned to fix Jackson with a look. The same look he received when he
was being stupid, which was pretty much all the time.
“Don’t listen to these guys, Hoseok. It’s probably nothing serious,” Namjoon
comforted, patting Hoseok’s shoulder with the hand he wasn’t busy using to
stuff food into his face.
“Yeah, I guess there really isn’t anything else I can do but grin and bear it.”
Hoseok had been thinking about his punishment all morning, unable to figure out
what a pink slip even meant. It wasn’t detention, and Hoseok’s teacher had been
too cross with him that morning for arriving to class almost fifteen minutes
late for Hoseok to want to ask him about it.
“You guys, I really don’t know why you haven’t asked me for my opinion yet,”
Taehyung spoke, traces of Jimin’s rice still stuck to the corners of his mouth.
“Why would we ask you?” Namjoon questioned, completely used to Taehyung’s
confusing outbursts. It was far easier to amuse Taehyung by asking him about
his ideas than it was to ignore him.
“Because, my overly awkward friend, I know exactly how to get Hobi-hyung out of
this mess!”
Hoseok perked up in his seat, swatting away Namjoon’s protests over the
‘awkward’ crack Taehyung had taken at him.
“What did you have in mind, Tae?” Hoseok questioned, leaning across the table
so that he could properly look at Taehyung.
“Ah, just leave that to us, hyung,” Taehyung grinned, grabbing a hold of
Jimin’s hand before the smaller male could reach out to grab a spoonful of his
lunch.
Jimin didn’t seem to understand what Taehyung had in mind either, but it was
for certain that he was going to end up roped into Taehyung’s scheme anyway, so
he simply nodded, flashing a thumbs up before turning back to his lunch.
“If you say so,” Hoseok shrugged.
In hindsight, Hoseok should have probably known better than to trust Kim
Taehyung.
✂
“Greetings, Yoongi-sunbaenim!” Taehyung grinned, pulling a very flustered
looking Jimin along beside him.
Taehyung had refused to let Hoseok in on the plan, simply pulling Hoseok along
so they could meet in the classroom the school monitors usually hung out at
after school.
“What are you?” Yoongi questioned, his face still scrunched up in the usual
unpleasant scowl Min Yoongi was known for sporting.
“I’m Kim Taehyung, and this is Park Jimin. We’re Hoseok-hyung’s friends,”
Taehyung beamed, pulling Jimin down along with him in a respectful bow.
“What’s the meaning of this, Jung?” Yoongi sighed, leaning on the desk that was
situated behind him.
Hoseok couldn’t answer, still unaware of what Taehyung was even planning.
“Sunbae, your honor, please. Just let me talk things through with you,”
Taehyung cut in, waving off Hoseok’s attempts to open his mouth to actually
speak to Yoongi.
“I’m ten seconds away from kicking you two out,” Yoongi said, glaring down at
both Taehyung and Jimin.
“I-I’m really not sure what’s going on, sunbae,” Jimin stuttered, the force of
Yoongi’s glare causing the shy sophomore to shrink even more.
“Jiminie-Cricket, please. I’m negotiating here,” Taehyung shushed Jimin,
pulling him behind his taller frame so that he could hide from Yoongi’s glare.
“Okay, hear me out,” Taehyung began, his grin never leaving his face. “I know
Hobi-hyung is in trouble, and a lot of it, right?”
Yoongi lifted a single perfectly groomed eyebrow in response. His slender arms
folding in front of him.
“Okay, so Hobi-hyung is in trouble, and sure you could punish him. Make him the
janitor’s own personal assistant for the rest of the school year-”
“Tae!”
“-but what would you get out of it?” Taehyung questioned, once again swatting
away Hoseok’s attempts at pulling him away from the classroom.
“It’s my job,” Yoongi answered, obviously not amused by Taehyung’s antics.
“Right, and I commend you for always doing your job to the best of your
abilities, but! Wouldn’t you say your job can be tiring?” Taehyung questioned,
causing Jimin to shrink even further into Taehyung’s back, seemingly having
figured out Taehyung’s plan.
“Where are you going with this?” Yoongi snapped, the irritation clearly
interlaced in his words.
“How about you let Hobi-hyung go, just this once,” Taehyung sang, grabbing a
very reluctant looking Park Jimin from behind him. “And in exchange, you get
your very own Park Jimin to brighten up your life!”
Jimin gasped, his droopy eyes widening almost comically at Taehyung’s words.
“Tae! Shut up!” Jimin squealed, quickly pushing away from Taehyung so that he
could scurry out of the classroom, completely flabbergasted at his best
friend’s ridiculous suggestion.
Hoseok could do nothing, completely frozen in his spot as Taehyung ran after
Jimin, his burley voice audible from all the way down the hallway.
“Friends of yours?” Yoongi questioned, turning his sharp gaze to Hoseok.
Hoseok could feel himself tremble, completely sure that if he wasn’t screwed
before, he was totally screwed now.
“Would you believe me if I said I’ve never seen those two in my life?” Hoseok
asked, a sheepish grin appearing on his face.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, ignoring Hoseok’s question as he pushed himself off the
desk he had been leaning on.
“Follow me,” he commanded, passing Hoseok out of the classroom.
“I guess that’s a no,” Hoseok mumbled to himself, quickly following Yoongi out
into the hallways.
It was an awkward walk down the empty school hallways, everyone else already on
their way home from school. Hoseok was conscious of every move he made, careful
to match Yoongi’s swift strides for fear of being called out for being too
slow.
Yoongi didn’t say much on his part, either. His vision completely focused on
the walk in front of them.
Hoseok had expected Yoongi to lead him towards some of the older classrooms on
the other side of the school, Jaebum’s idea of manual labor being his
punishment the only idea Hoseok had about what a pink slip could mean. However,
Yoongi was walking the opposite way of the right wing of the school where most
of the classrooms were located.
“Um, sunbae?” Hoseok questioned, flinching at how loud his voice sounded
echoing off the empty halls.
Yoongi didn’t say anything, simply continuing his brisk pace, eyes still firmly
fixed to the front.
Hoseok thought about speaking up again, but decided against it. Asking
questions wasn’t going to make Yoongi any less annoyed than he already seemed.
Hoseok followed Yoongi up the stairs and towards the third floor, the blood
rushing through his ears completely blocking out Yoongi’s delicate steps. It
wasn’t until the two had made it to the third floor that Hoseok realized that
they were walking towards the library. Hoseok began to wonder if that could
really be his punishment, because Hoseok would gladly organize books as long as
Min Yoongi was far away from him.
Yoongi, however, stopped in front of a door Hoseok had never noticed before a
few steps past the library. Yoongi took a large set of keys from his slacks'
pocket and yanked open the door once he'd gotten it unlocked. His cold stare
once again fixed itself on Hoseok like a target.
"Inside, Jung," Yoongi snapped, causing Hoseok to quickly walk through the
door, not even questioning what the room was even meant for.
The inside of the room was far smaller than a classroom, seemingly more suited
to be a slightly larger janitor's closet. There were a couple of creaky looking
desks and a large window, both of which were covered with a thin layer of dust.
Aside from those two things, there was nothing inside the room but an old book
shelf and a couple of inspirational posters stuck to the walls.
"Woah, I didn't even know this room existed," Hoseok spoke aloud, his vision
focusing on the window which looked directly out into the large grass field at
the back of the school.
"Not everyone has access to it," Yoongi mused, walking over to one of the desks
so he could move a fraying stack of books to the floor.
Hoseok hummed, his vision still glued to the window. The field was pretty nice
when there were no teenagers occupying its large expanse.
"Well, I suppose you probably figured out you'll be cleaning this place up a
bit," Yoongi spoke, his voice coming out louder in the small space of the room.
Hoseok turned and looked at Yoongi, nodding his head as Yoongi fished out a
bucket of cleaning supplies from under one of the desks.
"Better get started, Jung," Yoongi commanded, dropping the icky, off-white
bucket on the desk's surface with a loud slam.
"Yes, sunbae," Hoseok said, almost relieved when Yoongi started making his way
towards the door.
"I'm going to go get a mop and bucket from the janitor's closet. When I get
back you better have made some good progress."
Hoseok gulped at the threat he could hear underlying Yoongi's words, nodding
his head until Yoongi had completely exited the room.
With a loud sigh Hoseok grabbed the bucket of supplies, his attention once
again turning to the window. Hoseok's first priority was going to be getting
some actual sunlight in the room.
As Hoseok wiped away years of caked on grime, he began to wonder what the room
would even be used for. It was much too small to be able to hold very many
students. He supposed it could be used as an office, but even then most
teachers' offices were near the classrooms on the other side of the school. It
would be super inconvenient for whoever was going to use the room.
Hoseok continued to wipe at the window, his spirits lifting as soon as the late
afternoon sun began to peek through all the dirt.
Really, Hoseok had been worried for nothing. It wouldn't be so bad spending the
next few hours cleaning. The room wasn't even that big, and once Yoongi had
brought over the mop he would probably leave Hoseok alone to get to work.
Hoseok would simply wipe down the desks and mop the tiled floors, the welcomed
company of the warm sun acting as his motivation.
Hoseok had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the
door open behind him until he heard it close with a loud bang.
"Jung," Yoongi seethed, his glare zeroing in on Hoseok. "Don't tell me you've
spent the last fifteen minutes cleaning that same window?"
Hoseok startled, unable to come up with a reply. Had it really been that long?
"Sorry, sunbae! I-"
“I’m not interested in your excuses!” Yoongi interrupted, completely livid.
“How can you manage to never take anything seriously? Is everything a joke to
you?” Yoongi shouted, his booming voice practically shaking the walls of the
small room.
Hoseok wasn’t sure how to answer. He didn’t like the fact that Yoongi was
making conclusions about him without even really knowing him. Hoseok could take
things seriously! What did Yoongi know, anyway?
“You don’t know me,” Hoseok shouted back, the heat of the sun’s rays shining on
his back only causing the anger to grow in his gut. “You can’t accuse me of
things without even knowing my character!”
Yoongi stepped forward, his eyes narrowing into fierce slits. He looked about
ready to kill Hoseok, his dark hair contrasted with his pale skin making him
look even more frightening.
“Then what is your character, Jung?” Yoongi asked between clenched teeth. His
hands bunching into fists on his slacks as if he were attempting to hold
himself back.
“I’m sure it’s probably the opposite of what you’re imagining,” Hoseok replied,
completely forgoing the polite speech he knew he was supposed to be using for
someone a year older than he was.
“Oh, really?” Yoongi mumbled, taking a few steps closer to Hoseok until he had
Hoseok caged against the wall.
Hoseok could feel his previous feelings of fear flooding back. He knew what a
menacing person Min Yoongi was. The mere mention of his name often had students
cowering, and here Hoseok was talking back and being a general idiot by
disrespecting him.
“I’m waiting, Jung,” Yoongi murmured, his face so close to Hoseok’s own that he
could feel the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body.
“I-I…” Hoseok could feel himself trembling, completely sure that Yoongi was
going to kill him. They were in an empty room, after all. All Yoongi had to do
was use his pretty hands to strangle Hoseok and no one would ever know. No one
would suspect the rule-following head of the school monitors to be responsible
for little Jung Hoseok’s death.
“Yah,” Yoongi whispered into Hoseok’s ear, his breath against Hoseok’s skin
causing goosebumps to rise all over Hoseok’s body. “You want to show me who the
real Jung Hoseok is?”
Hoseok felt his blood run hot when he felt Yoongi’s hand reach up to pull at
Hoseok’s belt loops, aligning Hoseok’s body to his own so that there were no
spaces left between them. Hoseok couldn’t move, the feeling of Yoongi’s hands
caressing his sides far too much stimulation for his body to take.
“Got nothing to say, Jung?” Yoongi breathed, his lips ghosting over Hoseok’s
ear. “I thought you wanted to show me who you were?”
Hoseok couldn’t speak, his voice lodged in his throat. He couldn’t comprehend
what was happening. Why was Yoongi so close that Hoseok could smell the fresh
scent of mint and pine? The smell was so prominent that he could practically
feel himself drowning in it.
“Yah,” Yoongi mumbled again, trailing kisses down the expanse of Hoseok’s
slender neck.
Hoseok wanted so desperately to say something, anything at all, but he found he
couldn’t even remember how to form proper words. Yoongi’s scent and his gentle
kisses along Hoseok’s neck practically causing Hoseok to forget his own name.
“S-Sunbae,” Hoseok stuttered, surprising himself with how shaky and small his
voice came out.
“What, Hoseokie? Cat got your tongue?” Yoongi teased, his tongue peeking out to
run small circles over Hoseok’s pulse point.
Hoseok felt his head spin, his hands reaching up on their own accord to grab
fistfuls of Yoongi’s uniform shirt simply so he could keep himself grounded.
“You like that?” Yoongi mumbled against Hoseok’s neck, his teeth grazing
Hoseok’s tanned skin.
Hoseok tightened his hold on Yoongi’s shirt, which accidently caused Yoongi to
press closer against the younger trembling boy.
Both boys were pressed up against the glass of the window, the sun’s warm rays
heating up Hoseok’s back.
Their position was probably dangerous. It might not have been school hours, but
many students stayed after classes to play sports out in the grassy field.
There was a chance one of those students could walk by and see Min Yoongi
sucking on Hoseok’s neck like a vampire.
That’s probably what Hoseok should have been worried about. Someone could see
them from outside, or walk in and find them in a very compromising position,
but as Yoongi continued to suck on Hoseok’s skin, he found the thoughts of
other people completely leaving his mind.
They remained glued together, Yoongi playing with the top buttons of Hoseok’s
uniform shirt as he continued to suck softly on Hoseok’s skin. His teeth sank
in every so often as if he were literally trying to eat Hoseok alive.
Hoseok could have probably protested. He could have pushed Yoongi’s smaller
frame away rather easily, but instead Hoseok found his hold on Yoongi’s shirt
tightening, small whimpers escaping his lips every time Yoongi would nip at his
skin and then soothe it with a quick sweep of his tongue.
It was something Hoseok had never experienced before, warmth pooling in his
nether regions so quickly he could practically feel his toes curling from
inside his sneakers.
The pleasure in Hoseok’s gut began to build, Hoseok pinching his eyes closed
and holding whatever shaky breaths he had been managing to take in an effort to
keep himself from exploding. All that effort went to hell, however, when Yoongi
managed to successfully undo the top three buttons of Hoseok’s shirt, his cool
fingers gently rubbing over Hoseok’s erect nipples.
Hoseok hadn’t even realized what had occurred until he felt the pressure in his
gut releasing, the warmth concentrating at the front of his pants.
Yoongi chuckled against Hoseok’s neck. His mouth pulling away from the spot he
had been feasting upon so that it could hover over Hoseok’s ear once again.
“Did you just…?” Yoongi trailed off, his hands leaving Hoseok’s chest so that
they could press against Hoseok’s front. “You just came in your pants,” Yoongi
giggled,actually giggled, at Hoseok’s misfortune.
Hoseok could feel mortification quickly replacing the intense feelings of
pleasure he had been experiencing seconds before.
“Cute,” Yoongi chuckled, his hands leaving Hoseok’s front to once again toy
with Hoseok’s uniform shirt. “This should be buttoned up,” Yoongi whispered,
his long fingers quickly buttoning up Hoseok’s shirt so that his caramel skin
was no longer visible.
Hoseok couldn’t tear his gaze away from Yoongi’s lips, his tongue peeking out
as he concentrated on fixing Hoseok’s shirt. It was so strange to think that
that same tongue had made him come in his pants just then. It was weird even
imagining that Yoongi had made him come. Min Yoongi had just made Jung Hoseok
come.
“Yah, Jung,” Yoongi said, his voice causing an involuntary shiver to run down
Hoseok’s spine.
“Y-Yes?” Hoseok replied, his eyes still focused on Yoongi’s pink petal lips.
“Meet me here tomorrow for lunch, you got that?” Yoongi commanded, his eyes
narrowing.
“O-Okay,” Hoseok stuttered, his back still firmly glued to the window even
though Yoongi had long stepped away from Hoseok.
“Good,” Yoongi smirked, his hand reaching up to wipe away a shining sliver of
saliva that had gathered at the corner of his mouth. “Remember, though. I’ll
hunt you down if you don’t show up.”
Hoseok gulped, his eyes growing wide when Yoongi winked at him, his teeth
sinking into his plump bottom lip.
Hoseok could feel his dick stir in his pants, again. Especially when he looked
down and noticed Yoongi’s own semi-hard dick outlined against his tight uniform
pants.
“Don’t be late,” Yoongi growled, before exiting the room.
It wasn’t until Yoongi’s back was completely out of sight that Hoseok allowed
himself to step away from the warm window, the back of his neck burning from
the bright flush he could feel warming his entire body.
As Hoseok grabbed his school bag, making sure to hold it up against his front
so no one would notice the stain on the front of his slacks, Hoseok realized
that whatever had just happened, Min Yoongi had most definitely planned it.
✂
Hoseok felt like death, his head pounding and his vision blurry from his lack
of sleep. Hoseok had tossed and turned the entire night before, completely
convinced that he had dreamt the entire situation with Yoongi. If it hadn’t
been for his stained school slacks, Hoseok would have convinced himself that he
in fact had imagined the whole thing before he’d even made it home that very
afternoon.
Hoseok couldn’t forget it, though. He couldn’t forget the feel of Yoongi’s
tongue on his skin, and the tips of his fingers running across his chest.
Simply the thought of it had Hoseok rutting against a pillow in a sleepy daze.
Hoseok rubbed at his temples, attempted to ignore Jackson’s booming voice from
the other end of the table at breakfast the next morning at school.
Hoseok had had a rough morning on top of his sleepless night, and he really
wasn’t in the mood for Jackson’s existence right in that moment.
“I’m so boyfriend material! I don’t understand what that girl was even talking
about,” Jackson complained, his large eyes scanning his table of friends.
“Jackson, maybe the reason she rejected you is because you don’t know when to
shut your mouth!” BamBam shot back from the other side of the table.
“That’s hyung, you disrespectful loser,” Jackson shouted back, standing up from
his chair so that he could glare at BamBam without having to look over
Youngjae’s head.
“You aren’t even Korean!” BamBam shouted back, Yugyeom and Jungkook clapping
like seals beside BamBam as if to cheer for his show of disrespect.
Jackson stilled for a second, his silence coming as a blessing to Hoseok’s
pounding head. Hoseok really needed to remember to buy a snack for BamBam
later.
“Hyung, are you okay?” Jimin whispered from beside Hoseok, completely turning
away from his previous conversation with Taehyung and Youngjae.
“Yeah, Jimin,” Hoseok sighed, attempting to smile. “I’m just a little tired. I
couldn’t fall asleep last night for some reason.” That reason being Min Yoongi.
“Oh,” Jimin replied, his small hand reaching over to rest on Hoseok’s forehead.
“You do seem a little warm. Maybe you’re getting sick?”
Hoseok ignored the fact that he totally knew the reason why his temperature had
suddenly spiked out of nowhere, and simply nodded. “Maybe.”
Jimin gave Hoseok’s arm a sympathetic squeeze before he turned back to his
conversation.
Hoseok was happy to just close his eyes, almost successfully blocking out
Jackson’s voice from across from him.
“Wang Jackson, sit down,” came a voice from behind Hoseok, almost causing him
to fall out of his chair.
“Sorry, Yoongi-sunbae,” Jackson replied immediately, completely forgetting his
fight with the maknae-line from before.
Hoseok willed himself not to look up. He really did. Hoseok was very much
planning on not looking at Yoongi at all, but that became almost impossible
when the elder male walked into Hoseok’s line of vision.
Yoongi looked just as murderous as he always did. His uniform was in perfect
order, hair impeccably groomed, and his very familiar book of slips held
tightly in hand. It was so hard for Hoseok to think that just the day before
that same straight-laced guy had given him the bright purple hickie Hoseok was
currently hiding under his shirt collar.
“Something wrong, Jung?” Yoongi asked, his cold glare fixing itself on a
dumbfounded Hoseok.
“N-No, sunbae,” Hoseok replied, unable to keep eye contact with Yoongi.
“Good. You better not be late for your detention with me during lunch,” Yoongi
warned, his tone cold and completely different from the deep growl that had
made Hoseok come the day before.
Hoseok really needed to stop thinking about that.
“Y-Yes, sunbae,” Hoseok stuttered, looking up at Yoongi so that the elder
wouldn’t suspect that Hoseok was literally screaming in his head.
Yoongi grunted, running his glare across the table full of young boys as a
warning. “This table better stay quiet,” Yoongi bit out, his glare landing on
Jackson as a final warning.
Everyone at the table nodded, Yoongi’s glare holding more than enough power to
calm a table of nine boys.
Hoseok released the breath he had been holding when the elder left with a final
glare. The tension in his shoulders slowly melting away the farther Yoongi
walked.
Hoseok followed Yoongi with his eyes, watching as the older male walked to his
smaller table filled with other school monitors.
Had it really been in Hoseok’s head? Yoongi hadn’t made any sort of indication
that he even cared to remember what had happened the day before.
Hoseok continued to stare in Yoongi’s direction, attempting to find the answer
to his own question in Yoongi’s forehead. However, Hoseok wasn’t expecting for
Yoongi to look up just then, probably sensing the force of Hoseok’s stare.
Yoongi looked back at Hoseok, his usual glare replaced with a look of question,
head tilted at an angle.
Hoseok could feel himself blushing at getting caught staring, but his blush
only deepened when Yoongi swiped across his bottom lip with his small pink
tongue, sending a wink in Hoseok’s direction.
Hoseok almost choked on his spit, the sight of the same tongue that had made
him stain his school pants before sending Hoseok into a frenzy. Hoseok quickly
looked around his table to make sure that no one was looking at Hoseok or
Yoongi.
Yoongi only smirked, mouthing a ‘don’t be late’ at Hoseok before dropping
Hoseok’s stare.
Hoseok felt himself shiver inside his school blazer.
Min Yoongi definitely had a plan, and Hoseok was sure he was included in that
plan.
✂
Hoseok took a deep breath, willing his legs to move so that he could walk into
the room for his meeting with Yoongi.
Hoseok had spent his entire morning debating with himself about whether to
attend the detention or not, but Hoseok had no doubt that Yoongi really would
hunt him down if he didn’t show.
Hoseok was standing outside the door of the room, shifting from foot to foot.
He had seen Yoongi enter the room only moments before, so Hoseok knew that
Yoongi was probably sitting inside waiting for Hoseok to show up.
It was hard for Hoseok to find the courage to walk into that room, though.
Hoseok wasn’t sure what it was that Yoongi really wanted from him, or what had
even gone down the day before. Hoseok had never even considered being with
another guy before. Sure, he had known he’d found guys attractive before,
especially during gym when all the guys were just there for Hoseok to look at.
It had been a weird thing to realize that he found other men attractive, but
Hoseok had never dwelled on it. Hoseok always figured it was normal because he
still found all the pretty girls in his class attractive as well. Hoseok had
never imagined that another guy would be able to give Hoseok so much pleasure.
Hoseok took a deep breath, willing himself to relax, before he entered the
room, the familiar glow of the early afternoon sun through the room’s window
giving Hoseok a slight comfort.
“Jung,” Yoongi spoke, looking up from a binder that was laid before him on a
desk as soon Hoseok had entered the room. He chuckled “I was beginning to think
I was going to have to go and get you myself.”
Despite the laugh, Hoseok got the feeling Yoongi wasn’t kidding.
“Sorry I’m late, Sunbae,” Hoseok mumbled, looking down at his feet to avoid
Yoongi’s amused stare. It was strange to see the elder boy smiling.
“Sunbae? I’m surprised you’re still being so formal with the guy who caused you
to have an orgasm at school.”
Hoseok wanted to disappear, not expecting Yoongi to even address what had
happened the day before, much less for him to state it so bluntly.
“Relax,” Yoongi said, getting up from the desk he had been sitting at to walk
up to Hoseok. “I told you I thought it was cute, didn’t I?”
Hoseok was surprised at how much he had to try to keep himself from smiling at
Yoongi’s compliment.
“I actually wanted to apologize,” Yoongi sighed, taking Hoseok’s hand and
leading him to the desk right beside the one he had been sitting at only a
second before.
“Apologize?” Hoseok questioned, allowing Yoongi to push him into the empty
seat.
“Yeah,” Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair,
causing the strands to land back messily across his strong forehead. Hoseok
willed himself not to stare.
“Apologize for what?” Hoseok asked, attempting to pull himself into the
conversation, and away from Yoongi’s face.
“I realize that my actions might have seemed a little… forceful,” Yoongi
cringed, looking up at Hoseok with apologetic eyes.
“You didn’t force me, sunbae,” Hoseok replied, confused as to why Yoongi would
even get that idea.
“Yes I did,” Yoongi insisted, kneeling down so that he was sitting in between
Hoseok’s thighs. “I didn’t ask if it was okay to touch you like that, Hoseok,”
Yoongi whispered, peering up at Hoseok through his inky strands.
“I didn’t push you away, though,” Hoseok murmured, looking down at Yoongi with
a slight blush.
“That still doesn’t make it right,” Yoongi replied, his feelings of remorse
clear on his face.
“It’s okay… hyung,” Hoseok said, a little apprehensive. “I kind of liked it.”
Hoseok felt like he’d catch fire from the small smirk that Yoongi gave him.
“Only kind of?” Yoongi teased, his hands hovering in the space between their
two bodies as if he were itching to touch Hoseok.
“Please don’t make me bring up the stain in my pants,” Hoseok whined, eliciting
a laugh from Yoongi. The deep tones caused Hoseok’s skin to break out in
goosebumps.
“What about your neck?” Yoongi asked, looking at Hoseok’s collar.
It took a second for Hoseok to realize what Yoongi meant, but once he realized
Yoongi was talking about the mark he’d left him, Hoseok swore he felt the area
tingle.
“At least my shirt collar covers it,” Hoseok admitted, the blush on his cheeks
growing darker.
“Can I see?” Yoongi breathed, his dark gaze flickering over Hoseok.
Hoseok willed himself not to shiver, surprised at Yoongi’s gentle tone. The
entire situation was extremely strange, and although Hoseok was still a bit
apprehensive around Yoongi, he found himself wanting to show Yoongi the mark
that he had left.
Without a single word Hoseok pulled at the neck tie that was beginning to feel
like it was choking him, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt,
carefully pulling at his collar so that the purple mark would be visible to
Yoongi.
Hoseok could feel Yoongi’s eyes burning on his skin, their dark gaze probably
looking right through Hoseok’s skin to penetrate bone. Even with all his
clothes perfectly in order, Hoseok felt almost naked under Yoongi’s stare.
“It looks pretty on you,” Yoongi almost whispered, his breath coming out airy.
Hoseok gulped, the need for Yoongi to touch him burning up his spine.
“Is this okay?” Yoongi asked, reaching his hand so that it was hovering over
the mark.
Hoseok nodded, unable to find his voice. All his nerve endings ignited at once
when Yoongi’s touch feathered over the purple skin.
“I’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind when I gave you that pink slip,”
Yoongi chuckled, his eyes still cloudy with regret.
“I’m not,” Hoseok mumbled, his eyes meeting Yoongi’s. “My friends thought you
were going to make me clean the whole school.”
Yoongi smiled, his shoulders releasing some of the tension that had been
weighing them down. He looked almost child-like with how sweetly he was smiling
at Hoseok. His grin all small teeth and gums.
“Did you plan it?” Hoseok asked, sure that Yoongi would know what he meant.
Yoongi hummed, his fingers still trailing down Hoseok’s slender neck. “Was I
planning on you being late that morning? No,” Yoongi said, his eyes glued to
Hoseok’s exposed skin. “Had I been carrying that pink sheet of paper around
hoping I’d be the one to catch you slipping up? Maybe.”
Hoseok wanted to laugh at Yoongi’s answer, but Yoongi’s fingers were all Hoseok
could really focus on, their light touch causing continues shivers down
Hoseok’s spine.
“May I?” Yoongi asked, leaning forward so that his lips were hovering over
Hoseok’s marked skin.
“Y-Yes,” Hoseok stuttered, barely able to form the syllables.
Yoongi’s lips ghosted over the skin, the kiss that he left behind so delicate
that if Hoseok hadn’t been so hyperaware of Yoongi’s every move then he might
not have even noticed it.
“You’re so beautiful,” Yoongi sighed, his lips leaving another feather-light
kiss that had Hoseok melting into his desk chair.
Hoseok wasn’t sure how to respond, beautiful not something that was customarily
used to describe a teenage boy. Hoseok’s breath still stuttered at the
compliment, the heat in his cheeks spreading down his neck.
“Why are you doing all this?” Hoseok asked, unable to keep his voice from
shaking at the soft kisses Yoongi was still placing all over Hoseok’s neck.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Yoongi replied, pulling away from Hoseok’s neck so
that he could look at Hoseok in the eye.
“I still don’t understand,” Hoseok mumbled, Yoongi’s dark stare causing his
heartrate to spike. Hoseok was sure Yoongi could hear it. There was no way he
didn’t with how loud Hoseok’s heart was beating, the sound practically
reverberating across the room.
“You’re pretty oblivious, you know that?” Yoongi chuckled, Hoseok’s offended
pout only causing him to pull himself closer to Hoseok.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Hoseok asked.
“It means that I’ve been after your cute butt all year, yet you’ve never given
me the time of day,” Yoongi replied coolly, a smirk playing at the corner of
his lips.
“What?” Hoseok replied blankly, completely unaware of what the elder was
talking about.
“What? Haven’t felt any eyes on you lately?” the elder asked, his fingers
playing with Hoseok’s collar.
“No,” Hoseok said, completely sure that Yoongi was mistaken.
Yoongi looked up at Hoseok, a sparkle in his eye that Hoseok had never
witnessed before. So completely different from Yoongi’s usual blank stare.
“Well, you should probably keep a look out from now on,” Yoongi smiled, his
sweet expression doing things to Hoseok’s insides. “I have no intentions of
letting you out of my sight.”
✂
“Sorry, this is a little embarrassing,” Hoseok mumbled, hiding his face behind
his hands.
“Do you want to get off?” Yoongi asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of
his pink lips. “You can sit in the desk if you’d be more comfortable?”
Hoseok shook his head, peeking through his fingers at Yoongi.
“It’s okay, just give me a minute.”
Yoongi nodded, his hands squeezing Hoseok’s arms in an attempt to make Hoseok
feel a little less awkward on his lap.
It was the third day of Hoseok’s ‘detention’ with Yoongi. The previous day had
been spent with Yoongi whispering cute things into Hoseok’s ear, slowly wooing
Hoseok with each curl of his tongue. Things had still been a little awkward on
Hoseok’s part, but Yoongi had been doing everything in his power to make Hoseok
feel completely comfortable, even being careful not to stand too close to
Hoseok without his consent. Hoseok had thought the action sweet, his skin still
tingling simply at the thought of Yoongi’s touch.
That’s how Hoseok had gotten the idea to sit in Yoongi’s lap. It had seemed
like a good idea at the time. A good way for Hoseok to feel more comfortable
being around Yoongi. It was something innocent he often did with his friends
when they were goofing around. Of course, Hoseok hadn’t taken into
consideration how close Yoongi was going to be. It was so different to the
times Hoseok would drop himself onto Jackson’s or even Jaebum’s laps to mess
with them.
Things were silent between the two of them for a while, Hoseok still too busy
hiding his blushed cheeks behind his hands. He was pushing himself back into
the desk behind him, attempting to put a little more distance in between the
two of them so that he could feel a little less like he was invading Yoongi’s
personal space.
Yoongi shifted his legs underneath Hoseok, pulling himself further up in his
seat.
“I’m sorry, am I too heavy?” Hoseok panicked, dropping his hands so that he
could pull himself even further away from Yoongi.
“No, you aren’t,” Yoongi huffed, looking up at Hoseok with an amused
expression. “It would help if you would actually sit on my lap properly instead
of at the edge of my knees, though.”
Hoseok startled, looking down to see that he was indeed so far off Yoongi’s lap
he was practically crushing Yoongi’s knees.
“Sorry, I’m just…” Hoseok trailed off, unsure of how to phrase things.
I’m sorry, I just find you a little too hot to be this close. Your stare is
doing some kind of thing to my stomach. You look really cute when your hair
isn’t perfectly done.
Hoseok couldn’t say any of those things out loud. He was a little too timid to
actually voice his thoughts, not to mention his heart had jumped into his
throat practically choking him and preventing him from uttering a proper
sentence.
“How about this?” Yoongi said, looking up at Hoseok for consent before he
placed two hands on either side of Hoseok’s hips, pulling the younger male so
that he was properly situated on his lap instead of hanging at the edge of his
thighs.
Hoseok only felt the blush on his cheeks spread. The color trickled down so
that it was heating up the back of his neck along with probably the entire rest
of his body.
“You comfy?” Yoongi asked, looking up at Hoseok with such a fond look it almost
made Hoseok want to hide his face again.
“Y-Yeah,” Hoseok stuttered, the feel of Yoongi’s hands rubbing gentle circles
into his hips serving to calm Hoseok’s rapidly beating heart.
“Good,” Yoongi smiled, pulling Hoseok closer so that their chests were
practically squished together.
Hoseok let out an involuntary squeal, his hands automatically winding
themselves around Yoongi’s neck.
Hoseok gulped at their proximity, feeling stupid for thinking that sitting on
Yoongi’s lap could ever be anything innocent.
Yoongi’s dark gaze was glued to Hoseok’s neck, his top two buttons undone so
that the mark he’d left two days before was completely visible. “It’s starting
to fade,” Yoongi mumbled, his breath fluttering across Hoseok’s skin.
“Oh,” Hoseok gulped, his arms tightening around Yoongi’s shoulders in an
attempt to keep himself from literally pulling Yoongi in to suck a fresh mark
on his neck. He didn’t want Yoongi to think he was completely desperate,
although by that point, that’s exactly what Hoseok had become. A desperate man
completely itching for Yoongi’s touch.
Hoseok shifted on Yoongi’s lap, willing himself not to think about the way
Yoongi’s tongue had teased his neck before, although he was the one taken by
surprise when Yoongi let out a small gasp at Hoseok’s movements.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m heavier than I look,” Hoseok mumbled, shifting on
Yoongi’s lap some more so that he could distribute his weight a little better.
Yoongi let out another small noise, his hands squeezing Hoseok’s waist in order
to keep him still. “Please stop moving,” he bit out, looking up at Hoseok with
a dark expression, his previous teasing look completely wiped from his face.
“Unless you’re planning to do something about this?”
Hoseok was a little confused about what Yoongi meant until he looked down and
noticed the outline of Yoongi’s dick through his uniform slacks, obviously
half-hard.
“Oh,” Hoseok squeaked, his face practically catching fire with how completely
red it was.
Yoongi, sensing the shock coming from Hoseok, pulled his hands away from
Hoseok’s waist, looking up at Hoseok with a small grin. “Don’t worry about it,
Seok-ah. I know this is all new to you. You don’t need to do anything you
aren’t comfortable with.”
Hoseok gulped, unable to look away from the bulge in Yoongi’s pants. Sure, it
was completely awkward and Hoseok practically wanted to die, but at the same
time Hoseok found his own dick twitching to life in his pants, completely
turned on by the idea that he could get Yoongi hard simply by sitting on his
lap.
Hoseok could feel the tension growing between them, the thought of getting
Yoongi to come in his pants like he’d made Hoseok do only days before making
Hoseok even harder the longer he thought about it.
“How did I even…” Hoseok trailed off, still completely surprised by the idea
that he had managed to turn Yoongi on without doing much.
“Well, I like you,” Yoongi said, his cheeks slightly tinting with color.
Hoseok couldn’t keep his mouth from dropping open, his heart threatening to
burst out of his chest with how fast it was beating.
He couldn’t believe that Yoongi was actually confessing to him. The Min Yoongi.
The same Yoongi that days before Hoseok would have sworn was a robot with
perfect hair, but no real emotions.
“You like me?” Hoseok squealed, unable to believe what Yoongi was saying.
“Yeah,” Yoongi smiled, his features turning into something completely soft and
sweet. Both of which Hoseok had never seen on the elder boy’s face.
“Why?” Hoseok choked out, unable to imagine why someone so put together would
ever look twice at Hoseok.
“Why not? You’re a good guy,” Yoongi said, looking up at Hoseok with such a
fond look that it had Hoseok practically wanting to melt into Yoongi.
“You don’t know me, though,” Hoseok argued, amazed he was able to get more than
one word out.
“I’d like to,” Yoongi replied, his smile soft.
Hoseok looked down at Yoongi, the older male’s good intentions obvious from the
way he was looking at Hoseok.
“Okay,” Hoseok breathed, biting down at his lip in order to rain in the smile
he could feel threatening to form.
“You mean it?” Yoongi asked, perking up in the seat from his previous slouched
position.
Hoseok nodded, butterflies swarming his stomach with each gentle look from
Yoongi.
“I’m glad,” Yoongi hummed, reaching up to tuck a strand of brown hair behind
Hoseok’s ear.
“Me too.”
✂
“And what’s this?”
Hoseok startled, looking past Subin’s head to see Yoongi approaching them, an
almost venomous look on his face.
“Oppa, I caught this guy coming in late, again,” Subin replied, smirking down
at Hoseok triumphantly.
“Did you?” Yoongi asked, his nasty glare still firmly fixed on Hoseok.
“I-I told her I have a note,” Hoseok protested, lifting the small note his
sister had hastily jotted down for him.
They had both woken up late, a power outage at their apartment causing both
their alarms to shut off. Hoseok’s sister had been in such a frenzy to get to
work that she hadn’t had enough time to try and make the note look very
presentable.
“Oh, please. Don’t think I don’t know all your tricks, Jung Hoseok. You
probably wrote this yourself!” Subin snapped, her expression cross.
“I really didn’t! My nuna wrote this for me. There was a power outage-”
“Spare me,” Subin cut in, flicking her long hair over her shoulder to look at
Yoongi, batting her eyes prettily at the older male. “What should I do, oppa?”
she asked.
The way she was looking at Yoongi causing a small hole to form in Hoseok’s
chest.
“Why don’t you let me take care of this, Subin-ssi,” Yoongi replied, nodding
curtly at the junior monitor before pulling at Hoseok’s arm harshly.
Subin didn’t say anything as the two males walked away, Hoseok’s steps trailing
a little behind Yoongi in fear of what was about to happen.
“H-Hyung,” Hoseok stuttered, surprised when Yoongi dragged him to a closed off
hallway before pushing him against the wall.
“Your shirt isn’t buttoned properly,” Yoongi mumbled, his dark eyes focused on
the top two undone buttons of Hoseok’s shirt.
“Sorry,” Hoseok said, reaching up to properly fix his uniform, but Yoongi
stopped him before he could even reach his collar.
“Don’t,” Yoongi said, leaning forward so that his lips were hovering over
Hoseok’s exposed skin. “May I?”
Hoseok stared at Yoongi, the hunger he was feeling clear in his eyes. Hoseok
wasn’t sure what had made Yoongi look so out of his mind, but looking down
Hoseok could see his desperation through his slacks.
Hoseok felt himself blush, but he nodded, his knees buckling as soon as
Yoongi’s teeth sank into his skin, desperately sucking a new red mark under
Hoseok’s collar.
“Hyung,” Hoseok moaned, his head leaning back against the wall to allow Yoongi
more access.
“You look so good today,” Yoongi groaned, pulling in Hoseok by the belt loops
of his pants.
Hoseok couldn’t answer, his hands too busy messing up Yoongi’s perfectly styled
hair, eager to see the messy strands brushing across his forehead.
“You going to come again, Seok-ah,” Yoongi whispered against Hoseok’s skin, his
hand reaching down to cup Hoseok through his slacks.
“Hyung!” Hoseok whined, swatting Yoongi’s hand away from his hardening cock.
There was no way Hoseok could come in his pants again.
“Sorry, baby,” Yoongi said, moving his hands so that they were both resting
loosely around Hoseok’s waist.
Hoseok shivered, his blood boiling under each swipe of Yoongi’s tongue.
“I’m sorry for being late, hyung,” Hoseok gasped.
Yoongi’s hands trailed down so he could squeeze Hoseok’s ass through his
slacks. “I believe you. You aren’t in any trouble,” Yoongi mumbled, practically
rutting against Hoseok’s thigh.
Hoseok felt himself go dizzy at the feel of Yoongi’s hardening cock against his
leg, his legs threatening to give out with each teasing bite Yoongi left
behind.
“Tell me to stop right now,” Yoongi panted against Hoseok’s jaw, continually
leaving wet kisses against Hoseok’s neck. “You need to tell me to back off.”
Hoseok could hear the desperation in Yoongi’s voice, almost as if he needed
Hoseok to tell him to stop. Either way, Hoseok could tell how desperate Yoongi
was for his release, his hips bucking up against Hoseok every so often.
“You don’t have to,” Hoseok whispered back, his hand trailing down so that he
was squeezing Yoongi’s surprisingly plump backside.
“Fuck.”
That was all the invitation Hoseok needed before he was trailing his other hand
to grip Yoongi, his hands carefully leading Yoongi’s bottom half in a slow
rhythm against his bent knee.
Yoongi could barely contain his whimpers, immediately hiding his face into
Hoseok’s neck so that he could better stifle his moans.
“Seok-Seok, I can’t.”
Hoseok gulped, his own dick aching in his pants, but he said nothing,
completely focused on showing Yoongi the same pleasure he had shown him that
first afternoon.
Yoongi was eager to comply, completely ignoring the set rhythm Hoseok had made
in order to thrust his dick onto Hoseok’s knee even faster.
“Seok-ah, I’m going to come,” Yoongi moaned, his hands bunching up on Hoseok’s
shirt in an attempt to stay quiet.
“It’s okay, hyung. I think you look pretty like this,” Hoseok whispered against
Yoongi’s ear.
Hoseok didn’t miss the stutter of Yoongi’s hips, his eyes rolling to the back
of his head and his mouth opening in a silent scream. Hoseok couldn’t help but
think it was the most beautiful sight he would probably ever see.
Yoongi clung to him, his body shivering as he released into his slacks, his
face still bright pink.
“Hyung?” Hoseok asked, wanting to make sure Yoongi was okay.
“We’re both really late for class,” Yoongi murmured, his face still buried in
Hoseok’s neck.
Hoseok chuckled, not at all surprised that the older male was worrying about
them making it to class on time.
“It’s okay, hyung. I don’t mind.”
Yoongi hummed, melting into Hoseok’s arms as Hoseok stroked Yoongi’s back in an
effort to calm his shivers.
“You do things to me, Jung Hoseok.”
Hoseok smiled into Yoongi’s dark hair, the butterflies in his stomach once
again making him feel like he was walking on air.
✂
“Does my baby like that?” Yoongi mumbled into Hoseok’s ear, his hand tugging at
Hoseok’s hardened cock a little rougher than before.
Hoseok could barely reply, his back arching from where it had been pressed into
Yoongi’s chest.
Hoseok wasn’t even sure how things had escalated so quickly. He had walked into
the room like the day before, ignoring his friends’ questions about how long
his lunch detentions with Yoongi were supposed to last. Hoseok had been looking
forward to being alone with Yoongi all morning, his cheeks heating up just
thinking about all the sweet words Yoongi had whispered into his ear at lunch
the previous day. Like the day before, Yoongi had already been waiting in the
room when Hoseok had walked in. They had talked for a few minutes, Yoongi
asking him about his classes, and how his morning had been. Hoseok had mumbled
back a short reply, his eyes unable to look away from how angelic Yoongi looked
with the afternoon sun illuminating his entire being. It wasn’t long before
Yoongi was pulling Hoseok onto the floor, making sure to ask before positioning
Hoseok onto his lap.
“H-Hyung,” Hoseok moaned, unable to keep his voice down no matter how hard he
tried.
“Shh, Seok-ah. We don’t want to get caught, do we?” Yoongi whispered, his teeth
grazing Hoseok’s skin as he continued to get Hoseok off, his thumb digging into
Hoseok’s slit every so often so that he could spread the pre-come that was
leaking from Hoseok’s cock.
Hoseok bit his lip in an attempt to keep quiet, his hips bucking up into
Yoongi’s firm grip.
“Yoongi-hyung,
please
,” Hoseok keened, unable to keep the desperation from his voice.
“What is it, beautiful? What do you want hyung to do?” Yoongi asked, placing
small kisses under Hoseok’s ear.
Hoseok opened his mouth to answer, but in that moment Yoongi twisted his wrist,
and the tight coil in Hoseok’s stomach released without warning, painting
Yoongi’s elegant hand with ribbons of white.
Yoongi petted Hoseok through his release, gently wiping at the stray tears that
were falling from the corners of Hoseok’s eyes.
“You okay, baby?” Yoongi mumbled into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, his clean
hand running through the sweaty strands of hair that were sticking to Hoseok’s
face.
“’M okay,” Hoseok said, his breathing starting to even out again.
“Want hyung to clean you up?” Yoongi asked, gently pushing Hoseok’s back so
that he could stand to grab his backpack where Yoongi had taken to carrying wet
wipes.
“In a minute,” Hoseok drawled, too content with his position between Yoongi’s
thighs to even care to move.
“But my hand, sweetheart,” Yoongi chuckled, lifting his right hand where
Hoseok’s come was coating his fingers and dribbling down Yoongi’s wrist.
Hoseok wanted to whine, unprepared to let Yoongi leave his side even for a
short second.
“Let me,” Hoseok murmured, tugging on Yoongi’s arm until his come covered hand
was hovering in front of Hoseok’s lips.
Yoongi squirmed, his breath hitching as soon as Hoseok sucked his first two
digits into his mouth, his tongue slipping in between them so that he could
soak up every trace of his own come.
Hoseok could feel the blush appear on his face with every small noise that
Yoongi made behind him, not even paying the acrid taste of his come too much
mind. Hoseok wasn’t very experienced, but with each heady suck he gave to
Yoongi’s fingers, Yoongi’s breathing came out less evenly.
“S-Shit,” Yoongi stuttered out, his hips starting to buck up from underneath
Hoseok.
Hoseok took that as a good sign, sucking a third finger into his mouth and
letting out an almost filthy moan around them.
The entire situation should have probably been gross to Hoseok. Hoseok had
never even thought about eating his own come before, yet there he was, sucking
every last dribble of his own jizz from Min Yoongi’s long fingers.
“Fuck, baby. You like how you taste?” Yoongi asked, his voice coming out hoarse
from around his stuttering breaths.
Hoseok did nothing but moan again, palming his quickly hardening cock with the
hand that wasn’t wrapped around Yoongi’s wrist.
“Fuck Hoseok, you look so good like this,” Yoongi moaned, his hips pushing up
in order to get some friction on his painfully hard dick.
Hoseok could feel Yoongi’s erection rubbing against his ass, simply the feel of
it almost making Hoseok come again. Instead Hoseok pushed his ass down, making
sure to grind his waist. That elicited another deep moan from Yoongi, his
fingers curling inside Hoseok’s mouth.
“Baby.”
Hoseok worked the hand on his cock even faster, Yoongi’s deep groans right next
to his ear causing him to almost come twice.
The air between them was already thick from Hoseok’s previous release, the
electricity running down both their veins causing every touch to feel amplified
by a hundred times.
Hoseok released Yoongi’s almost completely clean hand from his mouth, the need
to scream Yoongi’s name far too much.
“Hyung, I’m going to come again,” Hoseok practically sobbed, fresh tears
rolling down his cheeks at the tight feeling in his gut.
“Fuck, baby. Me too. It’s okay, come. You’re so good, baby. Go ahead.”
Yoongi’s encouraging words spurred Hoseok on as he fucked into his own hand,
his ass still grinding down on Yoongi’s dick in such a way that had Yoongi
almost screaming. It wasn’t too long before both boys were coming, Yoongi
releasing into his pants while Hoseok’s come painted his own hand white again.
“Come here, baby,” Yoongi panted, turning Hoseok around so that he could lick
into his mouth, chasing the faint taste of Hoseok’s release.
Hoseok melted into the kiss, simply making himself comfortable on Yoongi’s lap
and ignoring the fact that he still had his cock out.
The two shared a few lazier kisses, their tongues meeting in the middle before
they finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their tongues as they
separated.
“Hyung,” Hoseok whined, hiding his face away in Yoongi’s shoulder as the elder
tucked Hoseok’s softened cock back into his uniform slacks and brought over a
wet wipe to clean Hoseok’s hand. It was a little embarrassing to Hoseok now
that his mind wasn’t being clouded by lust.
“What, Seok-ah? Something wrong?”
Hoseok felt a faint smile form on his face at the sound of pure concern coming
from Yoongi’s voice. The elder was always making sure that Hoseok was
comfortable each time they fooled around, and that moment was no exception.
“No,” Hoseok mumbled, lifting his face to place a shy kiss on Yoongi’s swollen
lips.
“You’re so cute, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi cooed, wrapping both his arms around Hoseok
to bring him closer.
“What are you going to do about your pants, hyung?” Hoseok wondered, well aware
that they both still had the rest of the afternoon before school let out.
“It’s okay, Hoseok. I’ve been bringing an extra pair ever since that day in the
hallway.” Yoongi almost chuckled at the look of embarrassment that took over
Hoseok’s features.
“That wasn’t even my fault. You were already horny when you walked up to Subin
and I,” Hoseok whined.
“Yes, it is your fault,” Yoongi mumbled. “I was thinking about you.”
Hoseok swore he was about to spontaneously combust from the elder’s words.
Yoongi’s deep voice sending shivers down his spine and causing the butterflies
in his stomach to increase.
“You hungry, kid?” Yoongi asked, placing a short kiss to Hoseok’s temple as he
brought his school bag closer and pulled out a few of Hoseok’s favorite snacks.
Hoseok found the gesture incredibly sweet.
“Thanks, hyung,” Hoseok smiled, placing a kiss on Yoongi’s cute nose before he
popped open the bag of chips in his hand.
“Anything for you, Seok-ah.”
✂
Hoseok pushed himself down further into his seat, attempting to avoid being
caught by his teacher with his phone out as he lectured on about derivatives.
From: Yoongi-hyung<3
You look beautiful this morning.
Hoseok bit his lip to hide the smile that was threatening to form.
To: Yoongi-hyung<3
Shut up, hyung!
From: Yoongi-hyung <3
It’s the truth! ;)
Hoseok couldn’t stop the smile from forming that time, a blush creeping up the
back of his neck and causing him to pull at his tie.
“Hobi!”
Hoseok jumped up in his seat, terrified his teacher had caught him texting
during class, but when he looked up it was just Jackson and Namjoon fixing him
with weird looks.
“What?” Hoseok hissed back, completely annoyed that he had been interrupted
from replying to Yoongi.
“Who are you talking to?” Jackson whispered back, gesturing to the phone Hoseok
was obviously hiding under his desk.
“None of your beeswax!” Hoseok replied, shifting a quick look up to his teacher
to make sure he wasn’t pay them any mind.
“But you’re all red,” Namjoon cut in, a dumb smirk playing at the corner of his
lips.
“I am not!” Hoseok protested, looking down at his phone when it buzzed in his
hand once again.
Yoongi had sent him a selfie, his dark hair brushing across his forehead in
Hoseok’s favorite messy style, his tongue poking out cutely as he made a face
at the back of what looked to be Kim Seokjin’s head.
From: Yoongi-hyung <3
I miss your stupid face.
Hoseok almost squealed, his heart racing at the cute boy’s picture.
“See! You’re totally blushing, dude,” Jackson whisper-shouted, pointing a
finger at Hoseok in accusation.
Hoseok was just about to reply when a ruler smacked on Namjoon’s desk from
beside him, startling all three boys.
“And what, may I ask, is so funny that you three feel the need to not pay
attention during my class?” their teacher asked, his eyes narrowing behind his
thin-framed glasses.
Hoseok quickly pushed his phone into his blazer, attempting to avoid having it
confiscated on top of already being in trouble for slacking off in class.
“Nothing, sir! We were just having an exciting debate about Korean History!”
Jackson answered smartly, causing both Namjoon and Hoseok to mentally face-
palm.
“Very cute, Mr. Wang, but this is calculus.”
Jackson’s smile immediately dropped from his voice, sinking down in his seat
when the class erupted into quiet laughs.
“That’s what I meant.”
“Yes, I’m sure it was,” their teacher replied glaring down at all three boys.
“I’m sure you’ll each have plenty of time to discuss Korean History while
you’re running laps during lunch.”
All three boys groaned, Hoseok dreading the fact that he was going to have to
miss his lunch date with Yoongi.
“Good job, Jackson,” Namjoon mumbled as their teacher walked back up to the
front of the class to continue his lesson.
“How is this my fault?” Jackson groaned, glaring over at Namjoon.
“Because things are always your fault,” Hoseok replied, pulling out his phone
to send a quick text to Yoongi to let him know what had happened.
From: Yoongi-hyung <3
Leave it to me, babe.
Hoseok squinted down at his phone, unsure of what Yoongi could mean. In the end
he shrugged it off, putting his phone back into his school blazer before his
teacher could catch him texting. He had a habit of reading people’s messages
out loud.
✂
“Ugh, what’s going on?” Namjoon mumbled, a little confused as to why Min Yoongi
was standing before them instead of the usual person who handled the lunch
detentions out on the field.
“What does it look like?” Yoongi asked, rolling his eyes as he looked back at
Hoseok and the confused duo that was Namjoon and Jackson. “I told Coach Park I
would monitor you guys so he could go off campus to grab some lunch, so be
grateful.”
Hoseok felt his lips twitching into a smile, a small giggle escaping before he
could manage to force it back.
“What? I told you hyung would take care of it,” Yoongi chuckled, opening up his
arms so that Hoseok could run forward and hug Yoongi.
“What the hell is going on?” Jackson shouted, both he and Namjoon looking at
Hoseok as if he had grown a third head.
“Would you shut up, Wang?” Yoongi growled, pulling Hoseok closer so that he
could leave small kisses on Hoseok’s hair.
“Hobi?” Namjoon questioned, just as stunned as Jackson, if not more, to see his
best friend cuddling up to Min Yoongi.
“Oh, yeah,” Hoseok said, giving Yoongi one more small squeeze before he turned
around and looked at his two best friends. “Yoongi-hyung and I are kind of…”
Hoseok trailed off unsure of what to call the relationship he shared with
Yoongi.
“We’re together,” Yoongi finished for him, his arm tightening around Hoseok’s
waist.
“You’re what?”
Come again?”
“Yeah,” Hoseok giggled, looking over at Yoongi’s gentle smile. “Yoongi-hyung
and I are together.”
Jackson let out an exaggerated gasp, his eyes bugging out of his skull as if
they were about to pop out, while Namjoon simply looked like he was going to be
sick.
Yoongi sighed from beside Hoseok after a moment of silence from the two.
“Shouldn’t you two be grateful? I got you out of trouble, didn’t I?”
Jackson and Namjoon seemed to take in the information, nodding their heads
enthusiastically at Yoongi.
“Right. Just give me your detention sheets to initial and then you two can
scram and leave me and Seok-ah alone, got that?”
Both boys nodded again, pulling out their sheets and handing them over to
Yoongi with trembling fingers.
“Here,” Yoongi said as he left his messy chicken scratch on each sheet. “Now
beat it.”
Both Namjoon and Jackson nodded, looking over at Hoseok with confused looks
before they simply waved, motioning for Hoseok to text them later. They were no
doubt going over to blab about the encounter to all their other friends.
Hoseok let out a relieved sigh as he waved at Jackson’s and Namjoon’s
retreating backs. Extremely relieved that his friends hadn’t freaked out over
Hoseok’s relationship with Yoongi.
“You sure have interesting choices in friends,” Yoongi laughed as soon as
Jackson and Namjoon were out of hearing range.
“They’re good people,” Hoseok shrugged, looking down as Yoongi tangled his hand
with Hoseok’s. “So we’re together now, hyung?”
The smile from Yoongi’s face melted off, a look of embarrassment crossing his
features. “I mean, y-yeah. If you want to be, I mean. Whatever you want?”
Hoseok resisted the urge to laugh, instead leaning forward so that he could
place one chaste kiss to Yoongi’s bottom lip.
“I like the sound of that,” Hoseok whispered against Yoongi’s lips, completely
delighted at the bright blush that dusted Yoongi’s cheeks.
Hoseok had his own plan now, and it definitely involved Min Yoongi.
End Notes
     This was actually so fun to write. I thought it would be a bit more
     of a challenge, but really all I had to do was look at a few videos
     of Hoseok and Yoongi's interactions. If you guys look closely you can
     see where Yoongi constantly stares down at that ass. We are all
     Yoongi, guys.
     As always let me know if there are any other warnings I should tag.
     Also, Parker you're the MVP for reading through this mess for me. As
     always, you are the best!
     - Sandra
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