Jungkook fiddled with the buttons of his school uniform. Too annoyed to hide his emotions as the sudden sound of Hoseok's voice met with his ears.
"It'll be fine, kook." With a grin, Hoseok brought an arm around the boy's shoulder. Earning a scoff from the man who could feel the desperate amount of people staring at them as they walked down the halls. Unsure as to why they were. Maybe it was their appearance. Or the simple fact of people knowing that they were affiliated with Min Yoongi. Jungkook didn't know. Nor did he care.
"Glad to see you made it on time." And just like that, his expression went solemn as he met eyes with the one man who had her on his side. Her head on his chest and eyes closed as the girls subtle breaths filtered out the air. Having fallen asleep while waiting for their professor.
And Yoongi could see it. Could see the way Jungkook's jaw ticked at the sight. Because there was no denying that the boy hadn't always had a little crush on the girl. And Yoongi would show him. Show him that she would never. . . be his.
"Glad to be here." His voice was so deep. Holding all that annoyance. And all that spite he felt towards the man who couldn't help but laugh underneath his breath. Having let the base of his fingers run themselves against Ming's waist. Just barely brushing along the skin that had grown so accustomed to the feeling of him touching her. Because he would. Would touch her in ways that'd have her knees going weak. And her body feeling numb as the thickness of his locks moved along with the sudden tilting of his head.
"Jin's back there. . ." Yoongi caught his gaze. Signaling for him to join the elder who was too busy sleeping. His head cushioned by his arms and aura one of utter fatigue. The boy never liked school.
And with a scoff, Jungkook let himself move towards the man. Trudging his way to where he sat in the back of class, only to bring a heavy hand down on his neck.
"Hyung." Jungkook watched as he glared at him. Giving the most incoherent fuck off before earning his attention that had been focused on nothing more than catching up on sleep. Because Jin was just like Yoongi. Handling things that would have him barely able to sleep at night
"When the fuck did you get here? Huh?" Jin shook his head. Rubbing his hand up and down the length of his nape in such a way that would have most unable to look away from the man. Because he was attractive. So effortlessly attractive.
"Hoseok brought me." Jungkook didn't care to look his way. Having mentioned the same boy who went off to a different classroom as Jin sighed underneath his breath. Taking notice of the way Jungkook's gaze was nowhere near being trained on him. Yet was instead lingering on the couple who were too oblivious to realize him staring at them. Practically giving the two a death stare.
"Just get over it already, kook. . ." Jin shook his head. Lying it back on his arms just like he did earlier. Wanting to enter that same realm of comfort he was in before as the base of his eyes closed shut.
"I gave up so you should too—"
"You don't get it—"
"Don't get what? Huh?" Jin cut him off. Peering up at the boy who could see the irritation within his gaze. His gaze that let him know he was tired of his persistence.
"I don't feel like talking about it." Jungkook looked away. Earning the most weary stop acting like a little girl from the man who knew that the boy wanted her. Because she was Yoongi's. And everyone wants. . . what they can't have.
Yet Jungkook wasn't dumb. Dumb enough to try and challenge the man who could feel the way Ming lifted herself from off his chest. Looking all too gentle to his gaze that ran itself down her body ever so quickly.
"I'll be back, okay?" Ming connected their lips. Earning a nod from the boy who watched as she got to her feet. Loving the immediate glare she gave him the second he brought a hand down on her ass. Because Yoongi didn't care. Didn't care to do something inappropriate in front of those who would never confront the man for doing so. Yet Yoongi knew that she loved it. She always did.
And as she stepped outside the classroom, it was his body that met with her own. And it was his body that had her stumbling back as the sudden feeling of his hands came against her waist.
"Ming?" She knew exactly who it was. Knew it the second she heard the seduction laced within his voice as the gentle hitching of her breath rang through her ears. Sounding all too amusing to the boy who would do anything. . . just to enjoy her for a night.
"I-I'm sorry." Ming couldn't help but laugh out her words. Trying to end the sudden tension lingering between the two. Because there was no denying the attraction the man held. Attraction that would have women falling to their knees for the man.
"Just be careful for me, huh?" And it was Jimin who was talking to her in such a way. Uncaring of just who she was to Yoongi himself as the frame of her back met with the wall behind them. Causing Ming's body to tense. And Jimin's to go further smug as the heat of his breath came in contact with her cheek.
"You know what's funny?" His hands were already at her wrists. Keeping them pinned against the wall, only to watch the way she cowered underneath his height. The man was intimidating.
And with a whispered no, Ming shook her head. Realizing that the boy was someone she could play with. Because he didn't know. Didn't know how cynical she was as the thickness of his black locks fell right against his eyes.
"Yoongi. . . Jin. . . Taehyung. . . they've all gotten a taste of you..." He let himself come closer. Forcing her back to press itself further into the wall. "Yet I'm over here still curious—"
"Jimin." She was quick to cut him off. Setting a hand on his chest in the most gentle manner, only to narrow her eyes. "You know better than to play with fire—"
"Oh, don't go acting so naive, Ming." With a laugh, Jimin shook his head. Running the base of his fingers against her waist that had Yoongi's upon it just minutes ago.
"I know you've heard the things I make those girls feel. . ." His eyes searched her face. Lips parted and muscles oh so tense as the delicacy of his gaze stayed trained on her own. Her own that he wanted to have go desperate for him so badly.
"And I know. . . you've imagined. . . being one of them." His lips were already against her neck. Losing himself into the softness of her skin, all while the base of her fingertips met with his hair. Tugging and pulling on the black strands just like she would Yoongi's as the heaviness of his hold on her waist tightened furthermore. Two could play this game.
"Jimin." He could've sworn the name had never sounded so grave. Coming out in such a way that had his sanity cracking with each second passing by as the feeling of her knee came in contact with his lower half. Moving in the slowest yet hard manner as the man let his kisses run down her collar bone. Wanting to have her begging for him. . . just like she would for Yoongi.
"God you don't even know how many times I've imagined fucking you." And she didn't. Didn't know about the things that would run through his mind each time he'd see the woman. Having wanted her the minute Yoongi first introduced the girl. Because just like Jungkook. . . she was something he couldn't have.
"Yeah. . ." She let her hand fall against his slacks. Running over the waistband in the lightest manner, all until easing her hand further into the material. Just a few more seconds.
"Shit." Breathed out, Jimin couldn't help but let his head fall into her neck. Unable to suppress the amount of want coursing through his veins as the base of her palm took hold of him through his boxers.
And it was then that she realized just how exposed they were. Even if she loved it. Loved the rush it'd give her in knowing that someone could catch them at any given moment, as the girl tried her hardest not to laugh. Because this was all a game. A game against a man who was too caught up in himself to realize how naive he was. Seeing as though Jimin loved to be wanted. Having always fed his ego by the women he knew. . . wanted him.
"Ming—"
"Uh uh uh." Her hand was already pulled from out his slacks. Having felt the way he just barely twitched against her palm, in which the girl took notice of just how tight his pants had become. Showing off the one thing that had him grunting the second she pushed him away. She was a tease.
"You fucking—"
"Kitten." And it was his voice that caught her attention. Catching sight of Yoongi who stood there completely oblivious as to what just happened. "It's time to go."
And Jimin watched as she glanced over at him. Locking arms with her boyfriend that Jimin couldn't deny had his heart pounding the second he stepped outside. Because Jimin knew. Knew the man wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
So with a smile, Ming held back her laughter from the sight of his lower half. Keeping her arm around Yoongi's own, only to voice out a teasing goodbye, Jimin. Having left the boy to himself, all while knowing that this time. . . she had won the game.