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❝CHAPTER 8.❞
in only the span of seconds, jungkook could feel his body running cold, and then melting into scorching embarrassment that crawled from his chest, to the back of his neck, all the way of to his cheeks and ears. even more so when yoongi chuckled and patted his thigh, adverting his gaze back towards the board.
"you can stay here though." yoongi mumbled, small smile on his lips. "if you want."
and jungkook thinks that maybe he will. not for yoongi, since it's hard to look him in the face at all, but mostly because it would be quite humiliating running out the exit now that the lecture hall was close to being filled.
"o-okay." the younger boy stammers, looks down towards yoongi's hand that still on his upper thigh, but soon retreats when the professor begins to speak. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed, however, he brushes it off and looks forward, tries to understand the lecture but is completely lost.
he turns his gaze towards yoongi, who he thinks looks absolutely adorable, hates the fact that he does but he can't help it. not when the senior's brows are furrowed in concentration and glasses pushed up past the bridge of his nose. they're quite close, jungkook can see tiny freckles on his cheek, and they're so faint, but jungkook swears he can count them. he also sees long lashes, lashes that kiss his cheeks every time he blinks. his pink lips, slightly parted, are the last thing jungkook can look at, because he finds himself staring at them, recalls last night when they were on his, chapped but yet inviting. however he doesn't stop staring. maybe because he thinks yoongi doesn't know but boy, is he wrong.
jungkook isn't really that subtle about it either and so when yoongi rips his eyes away from the professor, he turns towards the younger, who's cheeks are a pretty hue of pink only becoming darker when yoongi meets his eyes.
"what is it, bun?" he teases, feels jungkook tense beside him and that only causes for him to lean a little closer, closer than they already are. jungkook doesn't respond however, at least not with words. the boy just lets out a sort of choked sound past his lips and then turns away, but yoongi doesn't let him, grips his jaw with a hand and forces jungkook to turn back towards him. he loves how pliant the 19 year old is, doesn't pull away or fight against yoongi, only whines from deep in his throat.
"you starin' at my mouth quite an awful lot. thinkin' bout kissing hyung again, hm?"
and yeah, maybe jungkook is, but he isn't gonna tell that to yoongi. definitely not, because he knows yoongi's just teasing.
except he's not. yoongi isn't just teasing, and he remembers jungkook crawling in his lap and begging for him to kiss him again, looking so pretty for yoongi, who had tried his best to hold back but shit, jungkook had made it so difficult.
