[yoongi-mood]

Jimin's POV

The science labs on the third floor of the school building are notorious hookup spots. People claim their was spunk on every inch of the floor, and the bins are always full of condoms. So imagine my surprise when I get a message from Yoongi asking me to meet him in Room 15A... for a chat.

No longer having a guilty conscience I readily agree, faking an injury to get out of PE and instead go and do some last minute preparing in certain places. Nervously, I walk towards the room at lunchtime and feel butterflies build in my stomach.

Opening the door, I see Yoongi already sitting at one of the desks with a laptop in front of him and his headphones plugged in. This certainly isn't what I was expecting. Noticing my presence, Yoongi swivels around to give me a large smile before ushering me over.

"I thought perhaps you'd want to see the music video I made a few weeks ago before I upload it on YouTube," he says excitedly, passing me a headphone which I gratefully take.

I see one of his rap names —Agust D— pop on the screen before panning to a shot of him in handcuffs on a chair. The normal Yoongi and his gummy smile is replaced by this badass, sexy, and incredibly talented man on the screen as he raps about how he's the best around. While he's nodding to the music, talking me through his lyrics, all I can focus on is how hot he looks.

"What did you think?" he asks expectantly, probably expecting me to comment on the flow, the rapping, the actual song.

"You look amazing," is all I can manage to say, gulping as I make eye contact with him.

At this Yoongi smirks and shakes his head, switching off his laptop so that we are now in a much more intimate setting. I feel a pink tint rise to my cheeks at the thought of having a one-on-one conversation with Yoongi after our kiss.

"As a rapper, I'm usually good with words. But around you, Park, I can never seem to find them," he tells me, not quite being able to meet my eye, and my heart literally leaps.

"Maybe you don't need to use your words all the time," I bounce back, feeling the electricity in the room heighten as he finally looks up at me and grins.

"You're dirty, Park Jimin," he laughs, placing a hand on my thigh in the process.

He continues talking about his music but all I can focus on is the feeling of his hand on my leg. HIS hand on MY thigh. I notice the way the veins pop out slightly as his long fingers clasp onto me lightly, nothing to suggest it's anything more than a friendly gesture. Yet it feels like the most intimate thing I've ever done.

"Hoseok told me that you broke up with your girlfriend— why?"

This is it. I could blurt out to him right now how much I want him to shove his dick up my ass and then take me out for ice cream. Or I could remain quiet, hiding my true feelings to stop them from being hurt. 

"We just didn't really feel the same way," I reply honestly while skirting about the truth, "We were heading down different paths."

"And where would your path be leading to?"

"Hopefully to you," I say, my brain only catching up with what I have just said too late. I resist the urge to curl up in a ball and cry with embarrassment.

I feel the air around us get increasingly warmer and denser as I wait for his answer, praying that he will take pity on me and not ridicule me too much. But instead, his grip on my thigh only tightens which makes me gasp lightly.

"You want me, don't you?" he murmurs, his eyes now gently devilishly.

More than I have ever wanted anyone, I want to tell him. I want him to cover every inch of my body with his tongue, leave love bites across my chest like a map, make my thighs hurt from his stamina...

"Y-yes," is all I can muster up though, my tongue tied by nerves and lust.

"Then prove it."

He slides his hand further up my leg, his eyes not moving away from mine as the both of us communicate silently. This is a moment I have imagined every day since I met him, where I will succumb to his every will and forget anything but him existed—

"Jimin?" I hear a voice from the door say in a startled tone, and I see Jackson looking flustered, "Coach told me that you were injured so I wanted to see if you were okay.. I tracked you on Find My iPhone, sorry if that's a bit creepy... Oh, hey, Yoongi. Fancy seeing you here... Well, I'll just leave now, sorry for barging in like this. I thought that perhaps they had taken you up here to do an emergency amputation or something— crazy thought, I know..."

Without saying goodbye, Jackson runs out of the room and I sit in stunned silence. I have never seen Jackson like that before in my life. He looked nervous.

Looking back at Yoongi I see that he seems pissed off... and horny. But because the universe is not on my side today, the bell rings which cancels any ideas that we can go back to the mood we previously were in. Instead, we awkwardly say goodbye and I'm left to fantasize about what could have been if Jackson hadn't shown up.

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