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When nothing more than a third year architecture student sits deep into a booth in the far corner of the cafeteria, he groans deeply, holding his cell phone with a grip that turns his knuckles white.
Maybe if he didn't stumble, maybe if he didn't joke around, maybe if he had gotten enough sleep last night. He realises that all that went so wrong this morning was all his fault. And he's so damn upset, mentally kicking himself, over and over, for the fool he made himself to be, this morning.
"Stupid fucking idiot," Min Yoongi mumbles, ruffling his hair with a rough hand.
"I hope you're not talking about me."
He snaps his head up, eyes landing on the most beautiful man he's ever seen in his entire fucking life. Glowing in the sun that gleams from the window just behind the booth, eyes wide and starry, big inked arms lame beside his body, hands resting in his pockets. But, really, all that is so noticeable is the way his skin sparkles. Sparkles in the sunlight. Like...
Is this Twilight?
The third year closes his slacked jaw, swallowing a thick lump down his throat and scratching the back of his neck.
"N-no, I was talking a-about me..." he whispers, a little too starstruck to really find his voice, but conscious enough to adjust his seating position.
Subtly leaning forward, tilting his head down, arching his back, planting his elbows on the table and resting his chin atop his hands. His eyes drift across the tabletop, and then they flicker up. And he's looking through his lashes.
Like a shameless fucking slut.
"Are you..." His voice comes off clearer; he's a little more confident now, watching the man cock his head with an amused look, eyebrows up, smirk small. "Are you a first year?"
The man dips, leaning his hands onto the table and bending to level with Yoongi's look of lust, tonguing at the piercings in his lip. His eyes are hooded, and Yoongi can feel his body grow warmer.
"Do I look that young?" the man asks, voice low, a melodic whisper. "I am," he admits, lifting Yoongi's head by the chin with a single finger.
So touchy. Already. It makes Yoongi go insane.
"And you, third year architecture student Min Yoongi, really caught my attention this morning."
A blush travels quickly up Yoongi's neck. A hot, mortified blush.
Fuck. He saw all of that.
Saw the way he tumbled into the room, the way he stammered over his words, the way he turned around to take a breather. He saw all of it.
Here Yoongi was, trying to look sexy in front of a stranger, and he's already failed. If only he didn't have to host this morning's orientation. If only they chose someone else. Someone that wasn't Min Yoongi. Because this stunning freshman saw him embarrass himself in front of an entire crowd. And now, here he stands, in front of him, telling him that he's caught his attention.
For being a loser, no less.
"No I didn't," he blurts, hands falling onto the table, suddenly stiff. "You didn't see me this morning. I'm an illusion."
The man laughs, and boy does Yoongi love the way that sounds. The way it bristles with a gentle wind into his ears. So pretty. So captivating.
"Yes," he murmurs, hold on Yoongi's chin never leaving, "I did. I know you, Min Yoongi."
He knows him.
Yoongi is so intrigued, he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. He can feel every single emotion resembling passion wash over him, twisting his stomach into knots.
"You know me..." he whispers, swallowing a thick lump. "Can you give me a name, freshman?"
The boy bites into his lip, revealing a particular mole just below it, away from its hiding place of the shadow his lips would normally cast.
"Jeongguk," he replies, standing up straight— much to Yoongi's dismay— in the same way he did just before he bent down to tease Yoongi and make him go crazy. "You can call me Jeongguk."
Yoongi likes his name. It sounds brilliant to his ears; leaves his mind fuzzy at just how spectacular everything about Jeongguk is. Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk.
His mind flickers with the name, relentlessly, like he has nothing else to ponder on.
"Jeongguk," he slurs, letting his name roll off his tongue slowly, catching the way his eyes darken at the sound; the mischievous vibration in Yoongi's voice. "Is there...anything I can do? For you? Jeongguk?"
Is there anything he can do? Is there anything he wants to do?
He wants to do so many things. He looks Jeongguk in the eye, gazes at the bite he leaves into his lip, and he realises he wants to do so many things.
But, he doesn't know why.
Yoongi has never been this...easy, this feasible. He's never been so keen to give himself to someone else. But, here he is, finding an odd amount of trust in a stranger he's met up to five minutes ago and already so willing to open up to him in ways that regard him a little...accessible.
Jeongguk tilts his head. "Well," he sounds, blinking slowly, "about a year ago, I did a little touring during the open day," he reveals, eyes meeting Yoongi's catlike ones, leaning onto the table again. "And I found a really perfect, convenient, secluded spot in the library." Yoongi straightens up in excitement, hot blood and vigour coursing through his veins. "You wanna...take a look? See what...books they've got back there?"
Yoongi, without a second thought, agrees. Agrees so quickly that he may as well throw himself at this boy right there, in the cafeteria. So eager, and Jeongguk notices. Notices how needy he is, taking a slow stroll all the way across the campus and to the library. On the second floor. In the back. Behind the very last self-standing shelf.
The lights are a dim orange, the curtains are closed, and no one's there.
Maybe one, two people, scanning shelves a bit further away, closer to the staircase, but the very idea of the loneliness makes Yoongi shiver with stimulation, excitement.
His eyes widen with eros, and he lets Jeongguk land his hands on his hips and gently push him into the bookshelf up against the wall. He leans in close, watching Yoongi's breath hitch, smirking at how easy it is to make him react. How easy it is to take his breath away.
It's all so simple, the way Jeongguk takes his wrists and guides them above his head, holding them in place. So simple, how he drops an arm, snaking it around Yoongi's waist and pulling him in close. So simple, the way he licks his lips and stares Yoongi up and down with a stare so strong. So simple, the way he spreads Yoongi's legs apart with one knee.
All so simple, and yet enough to have Yoongi keening, and gawking, and gasping at the way he touches him.
I want you.
So fucking bad. He wants him so fucking bad.
"Please," he gasps, gulping thickly. "Please kiss me, Jeongguk."
Jeongguk smirks, running his fingers down his spine and across his hip, down his thigh to lift it up. "You're not...worried about kissing strangers, Min Yoongi?"
Yoongi shakes his head, restless. "Y-you know me, don't you?" he quietly says, watching the smile drop from Jeongguk's face. "This morning? I caught your attention, didn't I? You know me."
Something flickers in Jeongguk's eyes that Yoongi can't quite place into words. "You're so... You're so... Fuck— you're so—"
"There are many adjectives to describe me, Jeongguk," Yoongi whispers, arching his back, giving more hint, more reason for Jeongguk to do something, anything, that could satiate the burn in his tummy. "Kiss me. Please."
"Will you..." Jeongguk starts, eyes drifting away, "will you see me again? After this?"
Yoongi finds that endearing. Comforting, almost. In a nostalgic way.
The entire time, Jeongguk has been this massive lump of dominance, taking control, making Yoongi lose his mind. He's literally holding him up against a bookshelf, constricting his arms with one hand. But, he breaks quickly. He breaks a little too quickly. And Yoongi can tell, because when Jeongguk looks back up to meet his eyes, his are all big and glossy. Like a sad puppy's. An incredibly familiar sad puppy's.
Maybe it's because he resembles the way Yoongi's dog would whine for treats back home. Or the face his dog made when he did something bad. Maybe Jeongguk just resembles any sad puppy. Either way, he finds it endearing.
So endearing.
"Jeongguk," he whispers, chuckling a little. "I'm a slut, not an asshole." Jeongguk laughs, just a little bit, but Yoongi's glad that he does. "If you want me to see you after this..." He leans his head a little closer, staring down at his pink lips, vexated by his desperate need to taste him. Taste his lips, his tongue. To taste him. "I have eyes, and an urgent need for something good to finally happen in my sex life."
Jeongguk bites back a chuckle. "Something good, yeah?" he repeats, massaging his thumb into Yoongi's thigh. "I'm something good?"
"If you just fucking kiss me, that is." Yoongi rolls his eyes. "If anything's good, it's your ability to stall."
Jeongguk throws his head back in a laugh. Something Yoongi thinks is way too attractive for him to be complaining at all.
"You know, third year," he starts off, licking his lips, "if you have an urgent need for something good to happen in your sex life, I have an urgent need to please someone." Yoongi's eyes widen, just a little bit, eyebrows raising. "I get off on giving someone else the pleasure that they want."
He catches on. "Are you...asking for my consent on something?" Jeongguk nods with an airy hum. Yoongi is already rock hard at this point, and they haven't even kissed yet, but just the act alone of Jeongguk's insane way to ask him for consent makes his spine tingle and his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers. "You have it, freshman. Make me feel good."
"That's all I needed to fucking hear."
Jeongguk is quick in his actions, tongue already slipped deep into Yoongi's mouth, roaming the inside, swallowing all of the little noises that leave his throat. The tiny whimpers, the minor whines. All the egregiously delicious and warm and needy moans that fall from his lips all slip their way between Jeongguk's own.
And Yoongi finds it so enamouring, the way Jeongguk shuts him up with his tongue. So simple.
Jeongguk's trailing kisses down Yoongi's neck, fumbling with his belt buckle and unbuttoning his baggy jeans for him, letting it fall just above his mid-thigh.
"Gonna pick you up," he whispers, Yoongi freed from his hedonist noises and frowning.
"Huh?"
And, before he knows it, Jeongguk is bending down before him and throwing his legs over his shoulders, lifting him up with an ease that allows Yoongi to let out a yelp, grabbing onto his— incredibly soft (he should ask him what conditioner he uses)— hair for support.
"J-Jeongguk, what—"
He looks down to see the most smug grin he's ever seen on a man, but it's somehow the most charming thing he's ever witnessed with his own bare eyes. He loves the way he looks up at him, like he knows he's about to rock his world. Because he already is.
"Take it out," Jeongguk demands, eyes flitting to Yoongi's embarrassing bulge.
He follows command, slipping the waistband of his underwear beneath his balls and watches how Jeongguk coos.
"D-don't fucking make fun of me!"
"I'm not, third year," Jeongguk grins. "You're just...cute."
Yoongi blushes. "S-shut up."
"Oh, I was about to do so."
Jeongguk leaves a long, wet stripe up along Yoongi's stiff cock, drawing a high pitched gasp from his throat as he hunches over, gripping tighter at Jeongguk's hair. He's so twitchy and jumpy and horny, and it doesn't help when Jeongguk let's his cock rest against his cheek, doesn't help when he kisses it with a gentle force, doesn't help when he's all cute and blushed up already.
He begins to wail at how easy it is for Jeongguk to cave his mouth around Yoongi, taking in all of him, so far that his nose grazes the skin of his pelvis. And Yoongi is going insane.
Insane, because Jeongguk doesn't bob and move his head like every other experience Yoongi's had with getting head, no. No, he stays still, in one place, but uses his tongue to massage Yoongi's cock, sucking on it with an easy flow that has Yoongi begging and praying and pleading that he doesn't fall over. Especially not when his tongue begins circling around his shaft, wet and slick, warm mouth just way too good.
Insane, because he realises that Jeongguk holds him up like this with ease. Head buried between his legs, hands cupped around his thighs, Yoongi's dick coverted behind his lips, milking him with his mouth. So strong, how he holds him up. So fucking strong, how he holds him up so easily, painlessly. Like Yoongi's weight means nothing. Which he can't really debate, not when he weighs no more than a mere 60 kilograms and Jeongguk is as buff as he is. But, it still makes his brain all fuzzy.
Yoongi is losing his mind. The noises Jeongguk makes with his cock in his mouth are so dirty, yet sound so fucking amazing. His ears are on fire.
His vision is blurring, eyes rolling back into his head, groping Jeongguk's hair with a force strong enough to rip his hair out, legs crossing against his back as he attempts to pull him closer, body jittering and shaking, stomach turning and twisting in tight knots. He bites his lip so hard, a little blood dribbles down his chin. The knot in his stomach is about to burst up in flames.
"G-gonna cum," he warns, voice broken and airy. "Jeongguk-ah, gonna cum."
Jeongguk doesn't stop. In fact, he works a little more, suckling hard at the bottom of his cock and gulping hard to close his throat around the head. And that's enough. Enough to make Yoongi spill straight down Jeongguk's throat with a sweet, long, loud moan, uncaring of who might hear as his hips stutter into Jeongguk's face, arching his back and throwing his head back while he gasps with considerable ardour, thighs contracting around Jeongguk's head.
He's so hot, burning to the touch, coming down from his high with deep, slow breaths, and a small whine erupts from his throat when Jeongguk pulls away, letting his cock fall from his mouth— much to Yoongi's dismay.
Jeongguk sets him down, and Yoongi's knees buckle.
"Woah!"
He catches him in his arms, holding him tight and laughing. This is when Yoongi notices how...raspy Jeongguk's voice is. He looks up at him.
Holy shit.
"Be careful, there, third year."
He looks so fucking beautiful.
His eyes are cowled, lazy, and droopy. Glossy, teary in the corners. Cheeks blushed with a deep red, lips shiny— swollen. Skin glowing and sparkling, twinkling. He breathes heavily, clearly out of breath. And not to mention his voice. His voice that has already disappeared, so gravelly, gruff, hoarse. Such a good sound, such a good look. A look Yoongi wants to see all the fucking time. All the fucking time because, I did that to you.
I fucking did that to you. I made you look that fucking beautiful.
He kisses him. Fuck, he has to. He couldn't help himself. He had to kiss him again, knowing, realising, understanding that Jeongguk looks like this, looks so deliciously good, because of him.
He kisses him deep, wrapping his arms around his neck and licking all over his puffed, soft— so fucking soft— lips. He moans into his mouth again, rutting and grinding against the scratchy fabric of his jeans, already hard again.
When they pull away, he catches a huge smile on Jeongguk's face, and he can't help but smile too while they giggle between each other.
"Gosh," Jeongguk whispers, tucking a messy lock of hair behind Yoongi's ear, "you look so fucking pretty right now."
Ironic.
"All fucked out, huh?"
Yoongi frowns. "All fucked out? All you did was suck my dick." His breathlessness doesn't help his case, because as much as that is all that Jeongguk's just done, Yoongi can't deny he's just had the most riveting experience he could ever possibly get.
Jeongguk laughs— gruff and sexy— pulling Yoongi in by the waist. "Yeah, yet you've still got that afterglow," he comments, blinking tiredly. "All pink in the face, eyes droopy, breathless." He raises a hand, cupping Yoongi's face and caressing his broken lip. "Look, you've even got a little blood."
Jeongguk listing all these reasons; all these little things that make him seem so pretty makes Yoongi's head blur with a desire he's not really sure how to explain. He wants to kiss him, again and again and again.
"All. Fucked. Out." Fuuuuuuuck. "Just from a little head, huh?"
And his stupid sexy voice isn't helping either.
Jeongguk wipes at the blood on Yoongi's chin, kissing him one last time. "Wanna see you like this again," he whispers.
"I'm...I'm free after 12, tomorrow," he states, hands falling to Jeongguk's chest, feeling him tense a little. "If you wanna...meet here again."
Jeongguk grins. "Sounds great, third year."
And that's the last thing he says. And the last thing he does is help Yoongi button his pants again, helps him buckle his belt again, and walks away.
And Yoongi falls to the floor. Falls to the floor because he can't help but wonder what it is about Jeongguk that made him so willing. That makes him so willing.
And he can't help but wonder why he feels so familiar.