Yoongi flicks his tongue over his bottom lip, his hooded eyes carefully taking in every single feature of the beautiful boy.
Doe eyes and soft lips, the mint haired male could stare at the picture forever. There was so much to the boy, so much beauty he needed to be taken time with, cherished endlessly.
The male startled, drops the picture his usual laid back persona faltering as he frantically reaches out for the photo,
picking it up.
The pink haired male smirked, his eyes lit up curious as he stared at the small picture the other boy held like it was fine china.
Yoongi's cheeks flush, he tucks the photo away in his pocket, coughing awkwardly before speaking.
"What are you doing here?"
Namjoon shrugged, a smirk still playing on his lips as he walked into the empty classroom.
"I could ask you the same thing, who's in the picture?"
Yoongi's pink lips part, though no words seem to come out he didn't know what to say or how to explain.
The other male snickers at the boy's lost expression, he walks over to the mint haired male his hand grasps his shoulder, eyes boring into eyes.
"Kim Taehyung. Right?"
Yoongi scoffs as if appalled, his paled complexion only paling so more. The other smiled brightly, clapping his hands.
"You cheeky shit, it is him!"
The boy sighed, defeated he nods rather solemnly looking down at his feet as he shuffles around awkwardly.
Namjoon's eyebrows raise at the crestfallen face of his friend, he clears his throat, his voice stern and demanding.
"You're not going to try?"
Yoongi snorts, rolling his eyes, his fists clenched by his side. Jungkook, that fucker had the brunette so intoxicated, was it even worth it?
Though his words differ.
"He's mine, I don't need to try."
Namjoon bit his lip, his eyes clouded with worry. Oh he knew, this wouldn't end well.
"She fucked a pickle."
Taehyung choked on his pasta, his eyes wide as Jungkook sniggered his lips wrapped around a beer bottle as he takes a swig of the cool liquid.
"You're telling me, our headmistress fucked a pickle?" The male nodded, his eyes held amusement as the brunette awes in fascination.
"You can do that?!"
Jungkook slaps his forehead, shaking his head a small smile flirts a way onto his lips. It was cute, he's oblivious.
"Maybe I should try-"
Taehyung covers his mouth, his cheeks flush brilliantly as the other boy cackles loudly, slapping his knee for emphasis, after a while he wipes tears from his eyes, hilarity.
Jungkook clicks his tongue, his eyes glowing with mischief.
"Oh but you did."
Taehyung forks around his pasta, avoiding eye contact with the male across from him.
"That's it, Taehyung."
"Hm?" The brunette stares at the black haired male in confusion, a cute pout on his lips.
"If I were a pickle, is that what it'd take for you to fuck me?"
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEARS LOVE!
this year has been rather shitty in some ways buT hey what's not sometimes.
(jus ballerina that dic)
i love yalls, id promise more updates but uM-
this was my mind at 3am pls scuse
YOU ARE READING
The boy hands the other a lollipop. 彡 "Maybe that'll sweeten that bitter attitude of his." in which jungkook is addicted to cigarettes and taehyung just wants to help. ----- vkook彡 ©LUSHMIN