Sexual Exploration

4

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Namjoon crossed his arms and sat on top of his desk, glaring at his teacher. "I'm only staying because I know you'll just give me a demerit if I leave, so let's just get this over with."

But Yoongi ignored him, typing away on his phone.

Namjoon's glare deepened. "Uh, hello? Earth to pervert? You wanted me to stay and here I am so you better-"

"Shut up." Yoongi commanded, his eyes still glued to whatever he was composing.

Namjoon was taken aback for a brief second. Was he going to have to sit here and wait for his teacher to go through all his emails before this stupid meeting could get over with?

"I'm going to be late for my next class." He whined loudly, eyebrows raised as he dared his teacher to take any sort of action. "And I've never been late to a class before, and I refuse to ruin that streak now because of y-"

"I said. Shut up." Yoongi's voice was deep.

Namjoon bit his tongue angrily, crossing his arms tighter. He didn't want to listen to his teacher, but he knew disobeying wouldn't help him out here.

The minutes ticked by. Namjoon listened to the sounds of students shouting to their friends and of lockers slamming as they raced to their next class.

Still, Yoongi was as unbothered as ever, still typing.

Annoyance bubbled inside the student. He had been expecting a lecture or a stern talking to, or maybe even some weird sexual thing that he could vehemently deny. He kind of hoped Yoongi would force himself on Namjoon, so Namjoon would have an excuse to punch him.

But this? Yoongi ignoring him?

He was woefully unprepared.

He supposed that was why Yoongi had chosen this tactic.

More minutes passed in silence.

Namjoon grew tired of sitting on his desk. The wood was digging into his thighs and ass, and he had no support for his back.

He straightened his back and was about to jump off, when Yoongi's sharp voice finally cut through the silence.

"Don't move."

Namjoon paused. "What?"

But Yoongi was silent again, absorbed in his phone.

"What?" Namjoon asked again, emphasizing how fed up he was with this.

He expected Yoongi to ignore him again, but he was surprised when the boy spoke.

"Disobedient subs don't get to be comfortable."

Namjoon had an IQ of 148, a 4.0 GPA and tested in the top 1% of the country. He spoke 4 languages before he was twelve and had won numerous academic awards. But at his teacher's words, his brain shut down and he was struck silent as shock and humiliation ran through him.

"I-"

"Shut up."

Yoongi still never looked up from his phone.

Namjoon was used to being respected and admired, but Yoongi was giving him the exact opposite. He had never felt such anger before in his life.

He jumped off the desk, wobbling a little as the blood rushed back into his legs.

"I don't have to take this!" He snapped.

"Sit back down if you want me to write you that excused tardy note, sub." Yoongi sounded bored.

"I'm not a sub!" Namjoon hissed. "And even if I was, I would never submit to you, asshole!"

"I warned you about swearing. Your next punishment will be worse and longer. Stay after class tomorrow as well."

"I- you can't- I'm not- I won't-" Namjoon didn't know where to start to express his anger.

Yoongi finally looked up, but not at his student. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was fifteen minutes into the next class.

"If you apologize to me now, I'll write you that note. If you apologize to everyone tomorrow for your bratty behavior, I'll reduce your punishment time." Yoongi said.

"Why the-" Namjoon cut himself off before he could swear again. "Sorry." He muttered, his hands balling into fists.

"Say it properly." Yoongi smirked at him. "That was terrible, sub."

"I'm. Sorry." Namjoon hissed.

"I hope you do a much better job with that tomorrow." Yoongi shook his head but accepted the apology.

He reached into his desk and took out a pad of notes, scribbling on it before ripping it off and holding it out for Namjoon to take.

When the sub didn't move, Yoongi looked up at him and waved the paper around. "Well? Come get it, sub. The master doesn't walk to the submissive, the submissive walks to him."

Namjoon glared but walked forward to take it, only so he could finally get out of there.

He snatched the paper away and stormed out of the room, letting the door slam shut behind him.

His back ached and he grumbled to himself.

It was only as he was handing the note to his next teacher that he realized the weird signature Yoongi had written.

For some reason, the name said:

Agust D.