Time seems to be dragging today. Considering the fact that Mingi is in a maths lecture, it makes sense, a minute feels like an hour to him every time he attends a class. The others are listening intently, trying to solve the worksheet while he plays a game on his phone.

"Put the volume down, I can't concentrate" San says, and Mingi complies with a quick apology.

After a while, he gets bored of his phone. He's up to date with all his texts and his social media feed is all viewed so he decides its about time to leave. "See you guys later" He says, getting out of his seat.

"Not so fast" Yunho grabs Mingi, pulling him back down. "You're supposed to be improving your grades, remember? Just stay, there's half an hour left"

"I'm not even listening, being here is just as useful as me sleeping in my room!"

"Yeah but its good to create the habit of attending AND staying, you might start learning something". Mingi sighs, he appreciates the fact that his friends are trying to help him in the long run, but the whole point is that he doesn't want to improve his grades to keep humiliating his father.

"There's nothing for me to learn now, it's too late" He says. Being in third year means that the syllabus no longer contains basic things, and only focuses on harder concepts. It would be impossible for someone with no knowledge to learn a thing in these lectures. Even though Mingi does actually know what's going on, he chooses not to show it.

His friends are indeed aware that he's actually a prodigy and is intentionally failing his classes. But Mingi thinks that they're starting to believe that after all these years of purposefully doing bad, he's forgetting everything.

"There's time for you to learn! You have a tutor now" San especially thinks this, which is why he pushes Mingi to actually focus and why he's in favour of the tutoring.

"Oh yeah, how did your first session go?" Jongho asks and suddenly all eyes are on Mingi. He thinks back to last week when he and Yeosang met for the first time, when he stupidly told him to sleep with him. It's been playing on his mind since then, Mingi not knowing why he made this arrangement.

Yeosang didn't seem to be outrageously opposed to it so he takes that as a good thing. Mingi almost texted him the next day to tell him to forget about their little agreement. But he didn't, and he doesn't know why. Maybe some part of him finds Yeosang attractive. Although he's usually more of a personality guy, and he's not fond of this guy's stuck up personality. "It was nothing interesting, the guy's a stubborn one though, determined to succeed in getting my grades up".

"I knew it! His text was giving that vibe" Jongho says and Mingi pats his back. He holds back on telling them about their agreement for now, waiting to see how it plays out first.

"What's his name again? I wonder if I know him" Yunho says, looking around the lecture hall, probably thinking Yeosang is a maths student.

"Kang Yeosang I think- or was it Kim?" Mingi doesn't care enough to remember but clearly his friends make the effort to remember names because they all look confused.

"There's no one called Kang Yeosang here, I'm pretty sure about that" San says, and Mingi has no idea how he knows this when there are over a hundred people on the course.

"Found him! Yeosang isn't a common name so it was easy to search" Jongho says, passing his phone to show Yeosang's social media profile. Mingi looks at the phone and it actually is Yeosang, his feed displaying the occasional selfie, he also seems to like mirror pics a lot.

"Holy shit Mingi you didn't tell us Yeosang was hot!" San says, grabbing the phone from his hand. "He looks like he came out of a manga, does he actually look like this or is it edited?"

Mingi just shrugs "Yeah, he looks like that or whatever" Yeosang isn't bad looking but he doesn't get why his friends are gushing over this guy.

"Whatever? I wouldn't be able to focus even if he was in the same room as me, let alone giving me his undivided attention!" Jongho says, trying to zoom in the pictures.

Rolling his eyes, he takes out his own phone, ignoring his friends that are huddled over Jongho's phone. He still hasn't messaged Yeosang about their next 'meeting'. He doesn't really like setting appointments for things like sex, he likes to go with the flow and do it when he's in the mood. Though this doesn't really count since it's only a one-time thing and Mingi doesn't want anything from this.
He and Yeosang have made an agreement so there's no opportunity to do it naturally so he just messages him.

Are you free tonight?

He supposes they should get it out of the way so the both of them can escape his father's plans. As long as he gets a good mark on his next test, Yeosang should be free from tutoring him just like he was promised.

"Hey, did you just say some random name to get us to stop talking? There's no way this guy is your tutor, he looks like a model, not a lame student" Jongho says while the others are still scrolling through his social media.

"Yes it's him, and I'd like to confirm that he is lame!" Mingi rolls his eyes, thinking back to how Yeosang brought a whole textbook with him to tutor him. He'll give him credit though, for actually managing to make him do some questions.

"Oh, I know! Take a picture with him during your next tutoring session" Yunho says "That way we'll believe you"

There is a unanimous sound of approval from the rest of them and Mingi stays quiet. The next time they meet- "No, I don't get why you guys think I'm lying"

San makes a curious noise "It's just a little picture, not that hard... unless this hottie isn't actually your tutor"

Mingi sighs "it's awkward to ask for a picture together, he'll think im a creep! Also I'm pretty sure he hates me, he'll just laugh in my face if I ask for a picture"

Yunho laughs "Sure, whatever you say". Mingi huffs. Even though there's 15 minutes left of the lesson he gets up to leave, ignoring his friends protests. All the maths and teasing from his friends is annoying him so he heads out to the campus garden and sits on a bench.

He gets out his laptop, his most important possession. It's what contains all his work that he's put his sweat and tears into. Not maths, but music. He's been secretly creating songs under a stage name with the help of his friends. They're not out yet, but when they are, he hopes to finally start the path he's always wanted to follow.

With his headphones on, Mingi can finally be in his element. It's what truly gives him peace and all of a sudden, the real world is tucked away at the back of his brain. However, no matter how 'noise-cancelling' his expensive headphones were marketed as, a loud laugh still disrupts his focus and pulls his attention away from his work. Mingi takes them off and squints in the direction of the laugh.

To his surprise, he sees his tutor sat at a table. But it's not him who's laughing, it's the guy next to him. He lets out another high-pitched laugh and grabs onto Yeosang, almost pulling him off the bench with how much he's laughing. He buries his face into Yeosang's neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders and Yeosang gives him a grimace, trying to shove him off.

Mingi doesn't know Yeosang's personality at all, but just through that first meeting he wouldn't think he'd be friends with someone like that guy currently clinging onto him. He shrugs, putting on his headphones again, not really caring about a stranger's private life.

***

Yeosang is working on his assignments as usual but this time with the help of Hongjoong, he's working on extra projects that weren't exactly set by teachers but as his way of getting more practice.

Not surprisingly, Wooyoung is right next to him, doing his job as a distraction. While Yeosang types away on his laptop, Wooyoung is there to take his attention towards whatever is on his phone.

"Look at what Seonghwa hying sent me!" He shows his phone which has a 'funny' meme on it. Although, Yeosang can barely see it with the way Wooyoung is laughing his head off and swinging the phone in all sorts of directions. He laughs along to satisfy Wooyoung then goes back to working on his project.

However, being with Wooyoung means that you get a new distraction every 5 minutes. "Did Hongjoong hyung tell you the address of where we're meeting them?". Yeosang doesn't mind at all, which may be surprising considering how much he studies. But Wooyoung knows his limits and Yeosang will always tell him if he really needs to focus and to not bother him. Wooyoung is his way of balancing assignments and free time. Without him, he'd never take breaks and probably break down in exhaustion.

"Let me check" Yeosang gets his phone out to see if there are any messages from Hongjoong but instead, he finds one from Mingi asking if he's free tonight.

Yeosang pauses. Tonight? Technically he is free... but it's a very short notice. Wooyoung notices him contemplating something and immediately looks over his shoulder "What? Did hyung reply, what are you looking at?". Yeosang quickly moves his phone away but Wooyoung reaches out to grab it. Luckily, he's stronger and faster than him so Yeosang manages to keep his phone away from Wooyoung's prying eyes.

However, he knows that Wooyoung wont let this go until he finds out so he gives up. "I can't go with you guys anymore"

"What, why?"

"I have a sudden tutoring session to do this evening. I think he must have a test tomorrow he wants to prepare for." it's the only excuse Yeosang could think of.

Wooyoung frowns "What kind of psycho wants to study at night? He can't boss you around like this! You should agree on set times and only do those from now on, you're not a servant that needs to be ready whenever he needs you!"

After his little lecture, Yeosang nods "Okay you're right, I promise to make a schedule"

He hears a sigh next to him. "Alright, I'll let you go this one time, but if this guy ruins our plans again he'll have to confront me"

Yeosang rolls his eyes, laughing at his best friend "thank you, my bodyguard" he says, earning a punch on his arm from Wooyoung, who goes back to playing on his phone.

While he's overreacting at the hit, Yeosang catches sight of something, or rather someone. Song Mingi sitting a few benches away from them, seemingly focused on whatever he's doing on his laptop.

What's he doing there? Technically it's campus grounds so it's not unusual that Mingi would be here, heck, Mingi's family owns this whole place so he can go wherever he wants. Yeosang wonders if he saw him.

He looks back at the message on his phone, thinking about what to respond. It's definitely about what they agreed on last time, there's not other reason why Song Mingi would text him, especially to see him 'tonight'. He's not had any time to mentally prepare, or maybe it's better so that he doesn't overthink anything. He did agree to this, and this is the only way to keep his scholarship. Maybe if he asks for different conditions Song Mingi will feel pitiful enough towards him to agree? Oh fuck this. He thinks.

Song Mingi
Are you free tonight?

Yeah, tonight is fine for me.

Alright. Sorry for the short notice by the way
I'll send you my address in a bit

Mingi replies straight away, making Yeosang subtly glance in his direction and he almost jumps in surprise when his eyes meet Mingi's. He's looking straight at him which causes him to gulp nervously. Is he mad at him? He's the one who messaged first.

Yeosang looks away, thinking about what they'll be up to tonight. He doesn't know why he's feeling shy all of a sudden. Perhaps it's Mingi's intense gaze, which he can still feel even though he looked away. Maybe it's because of who it is.

This isn't any random person he's hooking up with. This is Song Mingi, there's not a soul in the school that doesn't know who he is. He has all the power here, he can get away with absolutely anything because he literally owns this place. He practically owns Yeosang too, since he's doing whatever Mingi wants just to keep his place here.

Yeosang sighs. He wonders how many other people Mingi has got to do these kind of favours for him. Yeosang is desperate enough to be one of those people. It's fine, he doesn't care because it'll only be once.

***

'Tonight' comes quicker than expected and suddenly Mingi gets a text from Yeosang that he's here and the doorbell is ringing.

He opens the door and lets Yeosang in, who enters with a small 'hi'. He looks shy, but not nervous and Mingi kind of finds it (sort of) cute.

Yeosang looks around the place with awe, it's pretty much a mansion so he feels really out of place. Even getting here was a mission since there were multiple security gates he had to get past. The whole place is decorated like a grand ballroom, there are huge spiral staircases on either side of the entryway and Mingi gestures for him to follow him up one.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Mingi asks, and Yeosang shakes his head so they head upstairs to his room. Yeosang follows quietly and once they're inside, Mingi turns to face him.

"Just to make it clear, we're not here for you to tutor me" Mingi's sure Yeosang already knows this, but he wanted to kind of break whatever tension they've got going on right now and lighten up the mood.

Fortunately, Yeosang seems to find it amusing as he rolls his eyes "I know". 

"Really?" Mingi steps closer to Yeosang, who nods slowly. He takes another step and all of a sudden there's barely a gap between them. Their height difference is more noticeable this way, as Yeosang has to tilt his head up to meet his eyes. Looking at Yeosang like this, Mingi takes back everything he said earlier, Yeosang is very attractive.

Yeosang gulps at their proximity, remembering the reason why he's here. Well, he never forgot, in fact, it's been on his mind for the past week. Not in a scared, dreading type of way, but more of a 'wondering if this will actually happen' kind of way.

"You're okay with this right? I don't want to force you or anything" Mingi sometimes feels like he gives people no choice, and people just do whatever he tells them to do because he's the head principal's son. He really doesn't want it to seem like he's threatening to get Yeosang expelled if he doesn't sleep with him.

Yeosang simply shrugs. "As long as you keep up your end of the deal, you can do whatever you want with me". Mingi widens his eyes, not expecting that kind of answer.

Looking at his expression, Yeosang laughs, "ok, you cant do 'anything' with me, but I'm fine with this". He finds it surprisingly nice of Mingi to ask for his consent again, usually people would take that one conversation a week ago as consent and not bother asking again. People can change their minds, and Yeosang almost called it off until a few days ago.

At first, Yeosang thought Mingi was joking but after he said he'd text him, he figured it wasn't a joke anymore. He can't fathom why Mingi would want to hook up with him out of all people, he knows there a a hundred other people more popular and attractive than him who are dying to be with Mingi. But here he is, in Mingi's room, maybe he thought Yeosang is the easiest.

It definitely feels real now. It almost feels... wrong in a way, the fact that he's about to get fucked by the university head's son. He's on a scholarship granted by the university, and here he is sleeping with Mingi. Yeosang's thoughts are pushed to the back of his head when he feels a gentle hand on his waist.

Yeosang looks up to him again and Mingi squeezes his waist. Yeosang's eyes are naturally big and the way he's staring at Mingi makes his cheeks heat up. Something about his stare, his eyes, he could easily be hypnotised by them. "Can I kiss you?" Mingi asks. Some people don't like to kiss their hook-ups because they find it too intimate, but Mingi doesn't care either way so he usually just goes for whatever the other person wants.

His other hand holds his waist to pull them closer to each other and Yeosang's hands automatically find a place on his shoulders. He's about to lean in when he remembers the guy he saw Yeosang with earlier. "Are you dating anyone?"

Yeosang furrows his eyebrows for a second, then chuckles. "Why? Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"No." Mingi says quickly. "I don't hook up with taken people"

The hands on his shoulder slide up to his neck, and Yeosang is wrapping his arms around him, pulling him slightly down so that their faces are closer. "Is that so?" He watches Mingi gulp. "Well lucky for you because I'm single as fuck"

Not expecting this confidence from his tutor, Mingi pauses for a second. But once Yeosang's words register in his head, it's like something in his body switches on, allowing him to finally move. "Good" he mutters before leaning down to connect their lips.

Yeosang immediately responds, wasting no time to open his mouth so that Mingi can kiss him deeper. There are no romantic feelings behind their kiss but it still feels good, Mingi is a good kisser. His larger frame just engulfs Yeosang, the way his palms are spread on his back moving around to feel him. The way he has to tilt his head down to kiss him, Yeosang can admit that he might like this feeling.

They kiss quickly, tongues twisting and breaths mingling as they pressed their bodies closer. Mingi's hands travelled up and down Yeosang's back and sides, touching all over as their lips stay connected. He tugs Yeosang's sweater up from where it's tucked beneath his jeans, finally pushing his hands underneath the clothes to feel Yeosang's skin.

Mingi kisses him until Yeosang is breathless and he has to pull away with a gasp. Unphased, Mingi moves his lips down, kissing Yeosang on the cheek, trailing it down from his jaw to his neck. The shorter tips his head back with a groan, and his toes curl from the feeling of warm lips against his sensitive neck, fingers tugging on Mingi's hair while trying to give him more skin to kiss.

Taking it as a cue, Mingi pulls off Yeosang's sweater and tosses to onto the ground. As the other puts his hands on his shoulders again, Mingi pulls away, taking a step back. Yeosang frowns, wondering if he did something wrong.

"What the fuck?" Mingi says, looking at Yeosang's shirtless body.

Yeosang stills, looking around the room nervously and not wanting to look at Mingi's expression. The abrupt stop makes him worried all of a sudden, is he not attractive enough for Mingi? Does he want to call this off? Yeosang was actually thinking he'll have a good time tonight."What?"

"You're a nerd, how are you so buff?" Grabbing his waist to pull him close again, Yeosang breathes a sigh of what may be relief when he feels Mingi's lips on his neck again.

Yeosang blushes when he feels hands exploring his back, chest and abs, hearing murmured praise about how attractive his muscles are. "It's called having hobbies you dumbass"

"This won't do" Mingi mutters to himself and before Yeosang can even react in confusion, he is being pulled towards Mingi's bed. Mingi takes off his clothes and gestures for Yeosang to get on the bed.

He doesn't even have time to get rid of the rest of his clothes as Mingi is suddenly on top of him, catching his lips once again. Yeosang moans into the kiss, Mingi's tongue doing such wonders inside his mouth that it gets him pulling all of his body closer, wanting more.

Yeosang finally gets what Mingi meant when he said this wont do as he leaves open mouthed kisses down his jaw, neck and onto his chest. Both hands are feeling his abs as his mouth focuses on his pecs. His tongue laps over his nipples, taking turns to suck and tease each bud and it has Yeosang gasping and gripping so hard onto Mingi it might leave a bruise.

He might be slightly more buff than Mingi, but the taller also has a great body. And with the advantage of his height, Mingi is broader than Yeosang. So when he's on top of him like this, Yeosang can't help but feel small and crushable under him. The only thing Yeosang can see is Mingi, the only thing Yeosang can feel is Mingi.

At this point, he's painfully hard and he almost cries out in joy when the taller removes whats left of his clothing for him. He lifts Yeosang's legs up, placing one on each shoulder and kisses the inner part of his thighs. Yeosang tilts his head up, closing his eyes. Mingi's kisses slowly inch closer to his hole and Yeosang's breathing becomes heavy in anticipation. 

Mingi's tongue presses into his hole and Yeosang squeezes his eyes shud, gasping softly. He kisses and sucks in all the right places, tongue long enough to press inside of him. Yeosang yelps, grabbing onto the sheets and crossing his legs around Mingi's neck to pull him closer. His tongue is relentless, pushing in and out, kissing with skill. Yeosang has never been eaten out this good before.

When he pulls away to grab the lube, Yeosang shudders at the sudden empty feeling, but soon enough Mingi is coating his fingers, leaving Yeosang waiting in anticipation.

Their lips meet again as Mingi adjusts his position, wanting to see Yeosang's face as he presses a finger inside of him. Yeosang's eyebrows furrow as his walls close around his finger. "Fuck, you're so tight". Mingi builds up a rhythm of pumping, adding one more to try and open him up more.

Yeosang buries his face in Mingi's shoulder, he's only had sex a couple of times and the last time was nearly two years ago. He kisses Mingi's neck to try and not focus on the pain and somehow, Mingi understands what he is trying to do. He kisses Yeosang's chest, tongue finding his nipples again. Yeosang immediately gasps, the pleasure of his kisses and sucking overpowering the ache of his fingers.

After one more finger and some more relaxing, the pain has turned into pleasure and Yeosang is begging for Mingi to be inside of him. Because Mingi is nice and not because he is also dying to fuck him, he lifts Yeosang's legs up once again.

His head is turned to the side and his eyes are shut in anticipation but Mingi holds his chin and turns his head so they can kiss properly. Yeosang moans as Mingi's tongue curls against his, head tilting up so that he can kiss him deeper.

When he pulls away, he wastes no time in pressing the tip of his cock into his hole. Mingi watches as Yeosang's mouth hangs open in a gasp, how they break eye contact as he rolls his eyes up, eyebrows furrowing as he feels a mixture of pain and pleasure. It's definitely an amazing sight to see, now dying to fuck him senseless. 

He strokes Yeosang's flushed chest, then abs and down to his thighs, helping Yeosang take him in. He knows he's on the larger side, he's seen enough dicks and no one compares to him, so he feels a little sorry when it takes Yeosang a while to get used to it.

After some encouraging kisses Yeosang is ready, shown by how he wraps his legs around Mingi's waist and tries to move him because he's being too slow. The taller chuckles at Yeosang's enthusiasm and flips him over, making him grunt in surprise.

He is now sitting on Mingi's lap, back against Mingi's chest along with his hands gripping his hips, slowly fucking into him. Yeosang can't help but moan loudly, head leaning back onto Mingi's shoulder, who captures his lips and muffles his whining. Mingi is getting addicted to the little sounds Yeosang makes, each one feeling like a reward.

Now in this position, Yeosang really feels smaller than Mingi, obsessed with the way he fits perfectly into his lap and the way his broad shoulders engulf him when his back is pressed against his chest.

Mingi picks up the pace, hands digging into his hips, then suddenly he starts to pull out. Yeosang shudders and arches his back. "Mingi," he whimpers and tries to push himself back on Mingi's cock. He groans at the soft whimper of his name, Yeosang sounding so broken and desperate Mingi almost goes crazy.

He keeps him still with the his grip, but he does pull out until just the tip remains inside the shorter. He glances down to take in the sight and licks his lips at the way Yeosang tightens up on him like he's afraid Mingi will pull all the way out.

Mingi rolls his hips forward again, sliding inside slowly to make sure Yeosang feels every inch of him. Yeosang groans at the smooth slide and drool slips out from the corner of his mouth and onto his sheets. Mingi fucks him fast like that and revels in the way Yeosang trembles and gasps for breath as his fingers fist into the blankets "you're so big" Yeosang moans, loving the way he feels Mingi pulling in and out.

Yeosang starts to move too, trying to meet Mingi in the middle, which works as his prostrate is being fucked thoroughly and Yeosang wants to scream in pleasure. His movements become erratic and he loses all strength in his body as Mingi fucks him faster and harder, grabbing his neglected cock and pumping it. Yeosang is a mess now, moaning loudly without any filter and letting Mingi do all the work as he tries to keep himself upright.

Yeosang chokes on a gasp when Mingi changes the angle to reach deeper. He arches back and grips the sheets in a death grip as one last hit to his prostrate makes him spill all over Mingi's hand and bed. His toes curl and his eyes are shut as Mingi continues pumping him, releasing everything.

When he's done, Yeosang is pushed onto his back again, whining when Mingi pulls out. The taller is still on top of him, pulling off the condom and pumping his own cock. It only takes a few seconds before he is groaning and spilling all over Yeosang's stomach and chest.

Yeosang feels exhausted but in a good, fucked out kind of way. Surprisingly there aren't many rumours about Mingi in bed, unlike the cliche popular boys. But Yeosang can admit, this guy is great at fucking. He's so dazed and enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss when suddenly something cold hitting his stomach wakes him up from his relaxation.

Mingi is cleaning him up with a wet cloth and Yeosang holds back a laugh "what a gentleman"

Mingi pauses, "I just came all over your stomach unannounced, it's the least I could do" he says with a shrug and Yeosang simply stares at him, wondering if he's polite like this all the time.

Everyone knows the rumours about Mingi being a stuck up and rude person because of his status, and Yeosang's never really thought anything of it because it would make sense. But now he's wondering if he's really like that or not. Yeosang relaxes and watches as Mingi cleans up, happy that he doesn't have to do anything.

He breathes a small sigh of relief. Now all Mingi has to do is improve his grade on the next test and he'll be free from tutoring and having his scholarship in the hands of Mingi's grade.

Letting himself relax for a minute more before he leaves, Yeosang catches himself closing his eyes and trying to memorise how Mingi's hands feel on him. Maybe this wasn't a bad arrangement after all.