As fucked up as the school was, there was also a lot of secrets. Which made the people in the school even more fucked up. At first, you wouldn't notice it. But then...at second glance, you'd see the tension, the little side looks, and the nervous sweating at when talking to each other. For more clarification, Jungkook had realised a whole lot about how to read a room. Observe body language, the way someone speaks, and of course, the most important thing there? Eye contact. Can someone keep eye contact with the other person? Jungkook liked analysing people because it gave him a sense of control of mind.
And Jungkook immediately noticed that there was little shared looks between a certain pink haired male and the male with a purple mullet. Now, Jungkook didn't want to walk into a new school and point out unnecessary things about people he didn't even know, but it was hard to not notice. Maybe he saw because Namjoon was sitting right beside him? And Jin only a few seats away? How did everyone else not see? It was clear that something was going on between the two. And as much as it pained Jungkook's curious mind, he knew he had no right getting involved.
Meanwhile, Jungkook's theories were absolutely right. Namjoon was infact sharing little looks with professional chef of the school. Jin was a cooker, he liked to cook. And that made him all the more perfect. And Jin? Would meet Namjoon's dark eyes and then start fidgeting uncomfortably, looking down to his long fingers, before looking at the principal, before glancing at the Blue Exorcist merch, and finally back at Namjoon, who then has a slight smirk dancing on his lips as he sees the pink haired male sweat nervously with all of the sneaky and sly glances he had made.
Secrets could mess people up. But once you were in it, there was no way out. Secrets wasn't necessarily lying, it was more being afraid to tell and expose yourself to everyone around you by trying to tell the truth. So it was much better to keep it yourself. And that's why you did it. That's why you kept your secret. But for Namjoon and Jin? It was hard to not keep it. As much as they tried, their secret would always run back and hit them both like a truck, taking them both down, allowing them to rip off their clothes and mould into each other's hot and sweaty bodies.
The cat was out of the bag.
Namjoon and Jin had been sharing a secret relationship for the past year. They weren't afraid to come out, oh no, they were proud to be gay and bisexual, they were more afraid of what telling the truth about Namjoon (from one group) and Jin (from another group) in a romantic relationship. As much as they didn't want to care, they did. So they kept it secret, and have been madly and secretly in love with each other for a whole year.
It all started the year before...
Jin was cooking in the kitchens for students doing home economics or design technology. The whole block would smell like Jin's cooking everyday. And this particular day, Jin was the only one in their, cooking away. Humming as he moves his waist to the sound of his own voice. Jin goes back to rolling the dough of the rolls he was going to make, taking his time to slowly knead the soft flour and water mixture between his long, thing fingers.
And it was all going well.
Until Namjoon, with his short, muddy silver hair, walks in, leaning against the door frame. "Get out," he says bluntly, staring at Jin. Those were the first words that the boy had ever muttered to Jin. Jin's eyes snap upwards to Namjoon, his ears slowly going red, eyes filling up with anger, "excuse me?" Jin snaps out.
Namjoon rolls his eyes, "you need to leave. The younger classes need to use the kitchen." Jin claps the flour off of his hand, crossing his hands, "and? There's another kitchen, they can use that." Namjoon narrows his eyes at the brown haired male, "but they need to use this one. So get gone," he makes a 'shoo' with his fingers, telling Jin to leave.
But Jin doesn't and infact, stays, "I don't know if you're blind, but you can clearly see that I'm in the middle of making something. So I physically can't leave." Namjoon rolls his eyes, stepping forward towards Jin, who was behind the counter. Jin steps back, and watches as Namjoon turns off the gas, the stove, the oven, "there. I'm making it easier for you to leave."
Jin tries to grab Namjoon and push the taller boy away but he shrugs Jin off, "don't touch me," he growls out, making Jin flinch a little.
"You know what, you're an egotistical shithole. And people may like you, and give you control, but you don't control us. You can't tell me to leave. So why don't you leave?" Jin snaps, fed up of Namjoon ruining his peace.
Namjoon doesn't say anything, but glares at Jin with a burning glare. And Jin can feel it alright. It was taking over his insides. Abruptly Namjoon's large hands snake their way around Jin's neck, holding him tightly, "what did you just say to me?" His tongue poking at his cheek with anger.
Boys will be boys. Insert the sigh.
Jin chokes out, "you're a twat, who exerts control in everything you do. You're not no Christian Grey. And I certainly won't allow you to run this place." Namjoon chuckles slightly, pushing Jin on one of the nearby tables, "I seem to have met my match," he whispers.
Jin can feel the table edge digging into his back, but he doesn't say anything. The tension in the room thickening rapidly. And it looked a lot like Namjoon felt it too. The sudden shift in atmosphere. The two stared into each other's eyes, before...finally,
Jin reached up and smashes his lips against Namjoon's. Like an uncontrollable fire being freed from it's chains, something ignited between the two. Namjoon kisses back with the same amount of force, and his hands slips under Jin's thighs, lifting him up, placing him down on the table.
Jin's fingers roam Namjoon's back as the kiss begins to grow sloppy and messy. Namjoon grunts into Jin's ear as the pink haired boy grinds into his clothed body, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Whereas Namjoon pulls Jin's t-shirt down, tugging harshly, almost ripping it in the process, placing many hickeys on the boy, littering him with rough, wet kisses.
Wrapping his fingers into Namjoon's silver hair, Jin pulls the boy upwards, their lips meeting once more. Namjoon's tongue caresses Jin's, cold hands traveling up Jin's shirt. Jin gasps out, back arching against the table, Namjoon smirks, kissing right above the waist band of Jin's ripped jeans.
Losing his hands in Namjoon's soft hair, he gasps out, "the door, close the door," his voice almost moaning out. Namjoon's inner devil twitches, and he tugs on Jin's jeans, "let them see. Let them hear you scream my name out," Namjoon voices, growling lowly as Jin moans out once more.
And of course, their plan was not foolproof as two seconds later the sound of loud, cheery kids filled their eyes. Jin had to almost kick Namjoon's head, he rolled onto the floor, pulling his jeans up and shirt down before making it seem like the two were not about to do the deed.
Jin then went and packed all of his things, leaving Namjoon in a state of confusion, shock and wanting more.
Secrets can kill you know, and you never know what one tiny little change in atmosphere could do, to finally reveal your secret to someone who got definitely don't want knowing.
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Jungkook holds his schedule in his hand tightly, trying to figure out where his classes are. After the principal let them go, almost everyone pushed past him, rushing away. And the only one who was left was Min Yoongi. But let's face it, Jungkook was to scared to ask Yoongi directions. They boy just looked so scary with his dark aura. Jungkook didn't know if the boy was simply alone for the sake of it, or alone because he was forced to.
Lonely feet padding on the shiny floors of the hallway, Jungkook looks down at his sheet before looking at every passing door. Trying to find the right class, but needless to say, he just couldn't. And ended up walking around aimlessly for the next twenty minutes. Just great, his first day was already going so well. Jungkook wanted to get to at least one class before the end of the day. Before he had to sit for two hours with people he wasn't comfortable with.
Jungkook looks back down at his sheet. Was it really this hard to find a goddamn classroom. And then on his way, Jungkook slams into a hard chest, and is immediately pushed back, tumbling backwards, Jungkook face plants into the floor with a small yelp. "Watch it asshat!" Jungkook yells, picking himself up.
The guy scoffs, "as if. You're the one who can't see where you're going." Now it was Jungkook's turn to scoff, "says the one who literally pushed me to the floor." The guys runs a hand through his mint coloured hair. Did everyone just have extravagant hair colours or something?
Jungkook taps his feet, arms crossed, "well? Aren't you going to apologise?" The guy groans, rolling his eyes, "I don't have time for your bullshit right now...do I know you?" He inquires, looking at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow. Jungkook rolls his eyes in disbelief, "no you don't. All the more reason to apologise. You slammed into a complete stranger," he says, looking straight on at the tanned boy.
The boy smirks, "I don't apologise."
"Are you licensed in being a jerk or something?"
"Would you like me to show you my certificate?"
Jungkook stomps his feet, the unknown boy in front of him getting under his skin in a matter of seconds, "if you don't have anything useful to say then leave because I don't like you." Jungkook says, trying to walk away from the boy. The boy laughs, "funny because you're the one leaving."
Those single words made Jungkook freeze in his tracks, "look mister, I don't know who you are. But my temper is running really heightened. I've been running around looking for my classroom all day. So if you've got nothing better to say, then don't say it," Jungkook snaps, moving closer and closer to the mint haired boy.
The smirk falls off of his face, before amusement flashes in his eyes, and the smirk reappears, "are we about to kiss right now?"
Jungkook freezes, before scoffing, his eyes flashing in anger, "oh fuck off! Why are you making jokes right now!" Jungkook yells deciding to just walk away from the boy.
As he reaches the end of the hallway he hears the boys voice ring out, "relax blondie! Kim Taehyung isn't gay."
Once more Jungkook scoffs, so that was Kim Taehyung? God he just knew that Taehyung was a troublemaker fuckboy who had nothing better to do than joke around, not seeing the serious in anything. Jungkook shivers, hoping that even though the two would have to be in a club together, that their encounters would always be cut short.
Looking back at his sheet, Jungkook sees that it's balled up in his hand. Sighing, he flattens the paper, trying to see his classroom number. Once more, he sighs, just throwing the paper away. He's just going to have to go back to the reception.
But as he walks, he ponders over the fact that Taehyung was able to get under Jungkook's skin in a matter of seconds, and Jungkook...he's never felt that way about a stranger before. He just wants reverse and strangle Taehyung.
"Hey you! Kid! Come over and help me will ya," a voice shouts out.
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So I'm writing this as the teaser came out (for dynamite) BTS really decided to drop a bomb on us and dip huh? Just wow.
Stan BTS for a long life y'all.
Also, I shoved a whole bag of jellybeans up my ass.
Peace out homies ✌️