For All Have Sinned: Secret Agent x BTS AU

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Part 3/?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Secret Agent, mystery, murder, high school, Min Yoonji, cross-dressing, romance, comedy, smut

Word count: 16.5 k

Warning: sexual assault, death, psychopath, rape, violence, murder, may trigger some people, smut, fingering, oral f receiving, over stimulations, dirty talking, creampie, dom Yoongi, Sir kink, bondage

Summary: You're once again assigned and shipped off with your partner to uncover the truth about the death of three high school females at a boarding school. You're determined to stop the serial killer. However, it becomes a bit difficult when you have to prevent your boyfriend from being so damn horny all of the time. Your boyfriend, who is forced to dress like a high school female student at age 24, you must add. It may seem amusing at first, but the case becomes even more difficult as students continue to get killed right beneath your nose.

Authors note: I had to ask my friend about her experience in boarding school in the last four years, so a lot of info or details comes from her. Obviously this is a fanfic, so not everything is correct, but hopefully, I got a lot right.

Disclaimer: although I do portray some of the characters horribly, that does not mean I dislike them! Please remember this is an ff and the characters in For All Have Sinned does not define the real idols character IRL. Thank you.

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You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyelids, the back of your eyes throbbing in pain.

Hearing you, Yoongi looks up from his own screen, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He raises a questioning eyebrow up, silently asking you what was wrong.

You frown, your eyes moving to your own laptop, the records that you've dug up from a couple of years ago leaving you quite sick.

"This is crazy shit," you sighed, picking up your laptop and bringing it to the raven-haired man to see.

Yoongi takes a moment to scan the screen, his eyebrows scrunching together as his lips part.

"What the actual fuck?" He whispers as he turns to you with his eyes wide. You nod grimly as you sit next to him as he makes space for you in his bed, rereading the screen.

Seven years ago, there was a case where two rotting corpses were found in Gangdong District. The police were called to investigate because there was a complaint about smell by the neighbors and people in the area mentioned that they haven't seen the family who lived in the apartment for a while.

With investigation, they found two malnourished children under the age of 10 in the filthy apartment along with the corpse of their parents. The mother was found on the bed tied down by ropes, apparent signs of abuse on her body as well as sexual assault, the dried up semen covering her decomposing flesh. The father, on the other hand, was found dead sitting by the table, alcohol bottles and pill containers scattered around him.

The children were immediately taken into custody and sent to a hospital to get treated while investigation on the family started.

"The asshole was pimping his own wife?" Yoongi hisses, his lips shaping into a snarl as he continued to read the result of the investigation.

You nodded, your own frown on your lips. In the old, nearly destroyed apartment, there were multiple evidence that the father was indeed making money by selling his wife as a prostitute. The money obviously going to no good, to alcohol and drugs instead of feeding his children. And also becoming the cause of his ultimate death.

The two children who were rescued were both diagnosed with neglect and physical abuse. Through X-rays and lab results, they concluded that the siblings were neglected from a young age, their bodies showing that they weren't getting enough nutrient for them to grow properly.

"It's written here that was the kids had to be rehabilitated properly to communicate as well as to interact with adults without cowering," you mumble, your voice barely even reaching a whisper as you read the documents.

There were some notes left by the doctor that explained the state the children were in.

Anxiety

PTSD

Dissociative Identity Disorder

Eating Disorders....

The list goes on and reading all the different forms of therapy the children had to go through made your heart ache. Though you noticed that the older sibling had more issues that the doctors and therapist struggled with and held their heads in concern.

After they recovered a certain amount, they were both sent to an orphanage and later was adopted. However, you frowned as you read separately.

The younger getting adopted first by an older couple who weren't able to conceive themselves. It was noted that they were rather well off, living in a nice house near Daegu. However, you found it interesting how the child decided to keep his given name, refusing to take his adoptive parent's surname.

The older sibling, on the other hand, got adopted by a female CEO for a clothing company to become the heir. Her new name became Im Nayeon.

Her former name was Lai Nayeon and her younger brother was Lai Guanlin.

You release a sigh as you leaned into Yoongi, resting your head on his shoulder. He responds with a small puff, his fingers wrapping around your wrist for a second before he interlaced your fingers.

When you first got to know Yoongi, you became aware that he had liked to hold hands. At first, it bothered you slightly, not used to the contact. But by now after years of knowing him, you began to crave the innocent touch.

Humming in bless you closed your eyes, taking in Yoongi's pleasant scent of shampoo that immediately made your shoulders relax.

"They've already gone through a lot when they were younger, and this happened..." You muttered, gazing down at your intertwined hand sadly. "Poor Guanlin... Poor Nayeon....."

Yoongi didn't verbally reply, but you knew the man agreed to you because of the gentle squeeze of his hand. A silence fell over each other as you leaned into Yoongi's side.

However, that didn't last long as the two of you flinched, letting go of each other's hand as your computer made a loud ping, signaling that you received an email.

Yoongi muttered a curse under his breath as he pulled out his phone as well, immediately checking his email too as he felt the vibration.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized the sender was Seokjin, the coroner for your team.

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Y/N, Yoongi, you're not going to be happy about the report I made for the two of you. Everything just became even more complicated. Namjoon and I are both holding our heads trying to figure it out as well.

We'll send you even more info when we figure something out. Keep each other safe. And make sure you're eating healthy stuff.

Love,

Seokjin

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It takes a second for you to open the report attached to the email, your eyes narrowed in shock as you began to read what was written.

Your eyes widen while your mouth parted. However, you're quick to close it, your lips thinning into an unpleased line.

"The time of her death was estimated at 5:30 to 6 AM? How is that possible?" You gasp, your fist clenched into a fist, slightly shaking as you tried to process the new data provided by your coroner.

"That doesn't make sense," Yoongi whispered as he looks at you, his frown prominent on his face.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he placed his phone down, feeling a headache beginning to appear from the back of his head.

You nod in agreement, eyes closing as you took a deep breath, trying to sort out your thought and memory. "I know, I don't know how the killer was able to do it," you admit, nibbling on your bottom lip, "Jihoon and I were picking flowers from early in the morning. We met at five o'clock. And to reach Toad Pond, you need to walk through the area where Jihoon planted flowers. I would have noticed if someone walked past, but it was only Jihoon and me..."

A silence falls over the two of you.

The data wasn't matching up to what you knew. Although your assumption of Nayeon not being dead for too long was correct, it almost seemed impossible for her to have been killed during the time Jin listed.

"Was her body floating?" Yoongi questioned as he took his glasses off, placing it on his table.

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to think back to your memory.

"Not completely. She was half submerged.... The water grass was tangled up with her body, and it was keeping her in place," you finally answer after a moment, nodding to yourself.

"And that brat was with you the whole time?" Your boyfriend questioned, leaning forward as he folded his hands together, placing his elbows on his knees.

You nod once more, your lips tugging down into a frown. "Yeah. We were with each other the whole time. But around seven, we both parted for about five minutes to collect some lotus flowers, and that led us up to Jihoon finding the body."

Yoongi pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it thoughtfully. "Are you sure it was seven?" The man questions, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he turned his attention back to his phone, reading the report once again.

"Positive. The plan was for us to collect flowers until seven, get showered and changed and head to breakfast together before seven-thirty," you explained, deciding to close your laptop.

The digital clock on your table read 1:48 AM and class was going to restart from that morning after two days of it being canceled for obvious reasons.

You could already tell it was going to be chaos, the gossips, and rumors probably already spreading through the students.

"What you also told me the other day bothers me... I still find it hard to believe that Kang Daniel and Chou Tzuyu were in a relationship," Yoongi slips the black hoodie he had on his bed on, his lips curving into a frown.

You nod in agreement, covering your face with a black mask, your jacket that was equally as black soon being thrown on. "I was as well. You don't know how hard it was to stay hidden in that small space in the closet." You grumbled as you checked your equipment, humming as you realized everything you needed was in place. You made a mental note to research the meaning behind Daniel's flowers as well.

You and Yoongi share a quick look before the male placed a hand on the window of your room, quickly opening it enough for you two to exit one by one.

You tap at your I² night vision glasses before you're hooking your grappling hook to your bed frame and rappelling down the building.

Years of practice make you completely silent, and a few moments later you are hidden in the bushes that were outside. After safely detaching yourself from the rope, Yoongi also slides down, his landing a slight bit louder than yours.

You hide in a snicker, knowing Yoongi hated rappelling down. It was a skill he always seemed to struggle in, even during recruitment days, something you constantly teased him about.

He sends you a glare before using his hand to motion you to move forward, his own glasses allowing him to see everything around you even with the limited amount of light.

Neither of you has to share words to know each other's movement and steps, effortlessly blending in with the shadows and avoiding places where the guards could be patrolling.

There wasn't the need to concern yourself about security cameras because there wasn't any on campus. Which you found extremely stupid because you found out through some students that the principal decided not to place any on campus because of the honesty and school code for the students.

That obviously went well, especially when four students have been killed already.

You paused mid-step, using your hand to motion to the male behind you to stop as well as you see light coming from a flashlight nearby. Hiding behind the shadows of the tree, Yoongi and you silently watch as a figure walks into view.

You can feel Yoongi's surprise and confusion from beside you as you both recognize the women walking down the walkway, leading a young man by the hand.

You nudge Yoongi with an elbow before moving forward, trying to get closer to the two so you can hear.

"Ms. Hani! Are you sure this is smart?" The boy questions, an unmistakable tone of nervousness lacing his voice. You narrow your eyes behind your glasses, silently deciding that the male looked like a student here from his youthful face.

You held in a breath as the woman turns around biting her painted lips, "oh, honey. I'm positive, and aren't you the one who said you wanted me?"

Your eyebrows fly up to your hairline at what you hear, your mouth parting in disbelief.

"But...."

"Oh shush. I'll make you feel good just like I promised," the woman doesn't let the boy speak again as she pushes him against a wall before dropping to her knees.

Your head snaps to Yoongi, silently mouthing words to your partner who looks equally as disturbed as you are.

'Holy fucking hell, I knew she was a fucking too sultry for a school nurse! Didn't I tell you?!'

Yoongi rolls his eyes, effortlessly being able to read your lips.

"Mmhm, look at you. You're already so hard for Noona," you hold in a gag as you hear Hani coo, slowly zipping down the boy's pants as she palms at him from over his clothes.

Silently, you close your eyes and count backward to hold in your anger towards the woman because hell, she was putting her grimy hands over a minor! At the same time, now you're regretting trying to move in closer because you've just forced yourself in this situation where you likely can't escape. You couldn't risk being found by going back from where you came from because of the direction they were facing which meant....

you had to stay through this.

You cringe as an audible pop enters your ears as well as wet slurps and high pitched moans, your face twisting in disgust. It was evident that the woman was giving the minor, you repeat, minor a blow job, and you could say this without even turning your head to see with your own eyes.

"Well shit, she's going dee—" Yoongi's words that barely even reached a whisper was cut off with a single glare from you, your boyfriend awkwardly looking away from both the scene and your face to take off his glasses to clean them although they were speck-free.

You try to get comfortable, blocking out the lewd sounds, as you closed your eyes.

You knew something was damn shady about Ahn Hani when you first met her. Everything about her screamed fake to you when you had brought Jinyoung to her office after the incident at P.E. Now, seeing this, made you realize that she was a sexual predator. Or at least from what you can see, she lured in her prey with those manicured nails and snatched them up for eating.

It explained the nearly flawless makeup and revealing clothes, the sweet words to male students.

"N-Noona....! I-I'm not gonna..."

"Come on. Give it to me, give it to Noona."

You quietly sighed in relief, realizing that it was going to end soon. On cue, you heard the choked moan that slipped out of the boy's mouth. Seconds later the shuffling of clothes enters your ears as well as heavy breathing.

You finally allowed yourself to reopen your eyes, blinking slightly to adjust your sight.

You can see that the boy was flushed even with little light as he tried to adjust his clothes. The woman, on the other hand, giggled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, inevitably smearing the lipstick she wore if she hadn't already.

"Are you going to invite me to your room, baby boy?" You roll your eyes, your lips stretching into a thin line of disapproval. Your fingers twitch, wanting to pry off the women who now was playing with the boy's shirt, drawing lazy patterns on his chest.

There's a pause for a moment where you can tell that the boy was thinking deeply. "B-But my roommate...."

"He can join us if he likes as long as he can keep it a secret between the three of us."

Yoongi shot you glare, his hand moving to cover over your mouth as you couldn't hold in the scoff of disbelief that left your lips. The dark haired male sends you a warning frown before slowly prying his fingers off your mouth. He looks over his shoulder before sighing, his shoulder relaxing as he sees that the two are gone.

"What the fuck was that?!" You hiss, throwing your hands up. "What the fucking hell? I knew something was fucking wrong with that bitch. Didn't I tell you Yoongi?" You began, pointing to where the couple was just standing moments ago, "I swear to god, he's not the only one Ahn Hani is playing around with. You should have seen her when I brought Jinyoung to the nurses' office! She was literally all over him and I—"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Y/N. I know you're salty as fuck about her completely disregarding you last time, but our concern isn't about her right now," Yoongi scolded, his own face scrunching up as he shifts his neck to look at you. "But we'll let Namjoon know about our little discovery, and he'll handle it later when it's more appropriate. Our current goal is to reach that stupid pond and investigate before students are allowed to roam around again firsts thing in the morning."

You huffed with a pout, not happy about what Yoongi had decided on his own. However, you don't argue, silently patting down your clothes and brushing away the dirt that attached to your knees as you crouched down. Yoongi does the same beside you, adjusting his glasses on his nose before using his hand to motion you to follow after him.

The rest of the way is quite uneventful, neither of you speaking as you sneak through the shadows, easily slipping past guards who are obviously not doing their job.

The load croaks of the toads greet you before you are even at the pond, their sounds getting carried all the way to where you were picking flowers with Jihoon just a couple days ago.

"This obviously explains the name of the pond," you comment as you watch as a toad jumps into the water creating a splash. The sound of toads all croaking at once is almost deafening, and you're quick to conclude that there's definitely more than twenty of them much to your dismay and disgust.

You gaze sadly washes over the pond. It was pretty even at night, but you silently thought how you wished it hadn't become the place Nayeon may have taken her last breath.

You and Yoongi split ways, both of you deciding to circle the pond once before you meet each other to see if you'll discover anything new.

After taking a couple of steps, you paused, feeling something off. Your eyes narrowed as you eyed the water before looking at where you stood. Underneath you, the ground was soft, too soft. Instead of soil and grass, your shoes are met with mud and grass that makes your black shoes almost soaking wet. Your head cocked to the side as you realized something because of what you saw. You step forward until your boots are barely even touching the water of the pond.

"The water level has gone down huh?"

You barely even flinch as you hear Yoongi's voice from behind you. You hum in response, nodding silently.

"I realized that when I saw that the bridge in the middle of the pond was much bigger than I remembered. The heavy rain must have submerged part of it couple days ago when the girl's body was found," the dark-haired male looks down at the ground in distaste, a small 'tch' leaving his lips.

You eyed the water with your eyebrows furrowed, something not settling in you. Something was bothering you, but you couldn't figure out exactly what.

Crouching down, you placed your hand in the water frowning as you did so.

It didn't feel as cold...

"Come on, Y/N. We need to erase our tracks in the damn mud," Yoongi grumbled, already moving to do what he said.

You, on the other hand, stayed where you were, deep in thought. However, you eventually shook your head and stood back up, going to Yoongi to help him out.

The more information you collect, the case becomes even more confusing, making you feel like you're on a wild goose chase. And that only made you feel even more concerned.

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You and Yoongi are the first one to arrive at your classroom, silently sitting at the back of the classroom. Yoongi has his head down on the desk, his black wig covering his face as soft snores escape his lips.

You, on the other hand, have a book in your hand, silently pretending to read as the clock on the wall ticks. You don't bother looking up as students slowly trickled into the classroom, taking seats at their tables or standing with their friends.

It's obvious how many students are tense, your classmates all looking wary as they stepped into the assigned classroom first thing in the morning.

Whispers surrounded the two of you, many of the students discussing the fourth body found on campus. You listen to conversations in the hopes of catching anything worthy, mentally taking down notes at what you hear.

"Good morning, Y/N."

You pry your eyes away from your book you weren't even reading, immediately facing the male with glasses who stood in front of your desk.

Sungwoon looks down at you with a weak smile, concern present in his eyes.

"Good morning, Sungwoon," you greet back, placing a smile on your face, making sure it wasn't as cheerful as you would usually do.

The male frowns as he pulls a chair, so he sits directly facing you. At the action, you place your book down, closing the pages. You cocked your head to the side, not understanding why the male silently stared at you, obviously scrutinizing your face.

"Have you been sleeping okay, Y/N?" The boy breaks the silence with his question as he leans forward. "Those are really dark circles under your eyes," he comments, his hand moving to touch your cheek.

You hold back a flinch, not expecting such friendly action from the class president as you force yourself not to back away from his touch.

However, before he could even graze his fingers against your skin, a hand shots out, grabbing his wrist. You turn your head so quickly that your neck pops, not expecting such action from your partner who you had thought was sleeping.

Yoongi's doesn't even lift his head up as he squeezes Sungwoon's wrist, making the said male raise an eyebrow up in surprise as to how strong it felt.

"Don't touch her face like that. It'll cause her to break out," although Yoongi's voice is changed by the voice changer, it sounds husky, probably because of sleep. "I don't want to hear her bitching when a damn pimple pops out of nowhere."

Your face flushes at the lie Yoongi easily mutters, sending a stink eye to the cross-dressing male. The said male, on the other hand, ignores your look, slowly sitting up as he sends his own stare into Sungwoon who looked uncomfortable under his gaze. Sungwoon eyes move to you, almost seeming to be asking for help from you, not knowing what to do with Yoongi glaring at him.

Yoongi holds in a scoff, before releasing the glassed male's wrist. He runs a hand through his wig's dark strands before a loud yawn escapes his lips as he cracks his neck.

"Uh, good morning Yoonji," Sungwoon forces a smile on his face, adjusting his glasses that slipped down his nose with his finger.

Yoongi doesn't return the greeting, opening ignoring the male as he placed his head on your shoulder, his wig ticking your neck.

A weak laugh escapes your lips as you pat his dark head before sending an apologetic look at Sungwoon. "Sorry, Sungwoon. Neither of us has been getting a lot of sleep the last few days. Yoonji has been really sweet, and she's been staying up with me to listen to me talk," although not the exact truth, it isn't a lie either.

Sungwoon's worried expression shifts to understanding as he sends the both of you a smile. "Oh, I see. Well, if you need anyone else to talk to, Y/N, I'll happily lend you an ear."

Your hand immediately moves to Yoongi's thigh, giving the tight muscle a pinch in warning as you saw him open his mouth from your peripheral vision, probably to respond with a snarky remark. At the pain, Yoongi's mouth snaps closed, a look of irritation visible in his eyes.

"Thanks, class pres, that's sweet of you," you politely nod, your eyes shifting to the door when a new figure walks in. Your eyebrows shoot up at what you see.

"Wow, if I thought the circles underneath your eyes were bad..." Sungwoon also follows your gaze, landing on Daniel who literally fell into his seat.

And Sungwoon wasn't even exaggerating it. Kang Daniel looked like he died and went to hell before he dragged himself back to the world of living with how exhausted he looked. His naturally tan skin is so pale it makes the dark circles under his eye stand out even more. His usually styled hair is sticking up in odd directions, and even his uniform looks wrinkled as hell.

"I—um, I probably should go check him out to see how he's holding up," the glassed male winces, his face contorting in discomfort.

You couldn't blame him. It's definitely not an easy task he was about to do.

"Uh, fighting?" You weakly smile and watch as the male walked away with a sigh.

After he was out of hearing distance, you turned to Yoongi who had a scowl on his face. "Fucking prick. I don't like him," your partner grumbled, sending a glare to Sungwoon who's back was turned to the both of you.

You hold back a laugh and send the male beside you an amused smile. "He hasn't done anything to you. You can't just not like him," you deadpan, waiting for Yoongi to argue.

He doesn't. Only scoffing as he pulls his head away from your shoulder and placing his head down on the desk again.

At that moment, the door of your classroom opens, your homeroom teacher striding in. Students around you scramble to sit in their chairs, giving the man in front of the class their full attention.

"Good morning class. Welcome back."

You hold in a wince at how uncomfortably silent the classroom is, none of the students returning his greeting as they anxiously eyed the adult.

"I'm sure you're all aware of the unfortunate incident that happened a couple of days ago. Although we have stated that class will restart today, the principal decided that we will have an assembly to honor Im Nayeon in a couple of minutes. He will also share some important news with you, and after that, you will be dismissed until tomorrow night, which you will later hear about. Now everyone, gather up your stuff and get into two line. I want Sungwoon in front of the boys and Y/N in front of the girls."

As soon as your up to your feet, Yoongi hooks his arm with yours, immediately attaching himself to your side. You don't complain, the act seeing quite natural.

Two close female friends hooking arms was a commonly seen thing around the school, although he is taller than you making it slightly more difficult. Your teacher doesn't even call you out, knowing Yoongi wouldn't most likely listen, allowing the two of you to lead the female line beside Sungwoon.

The said male looks like he wants to have a conversation with you but Yoongi's presence is holding him back. With tight lips and a forced smile, he leads his own line.

The overly large room of the Great Hall is already filled with students from freshman to seniors. It's buzzing with different conversations. However, there's no denying the awkward tension that lingers in the air.

It takes all the effort in your body to hide in a grimace as you see Ahn Hani standing with the other teachers. The said female seemed to be having a conversation with the P.E. Teacher, Kwon, her hand flirtatiously placed on the man's arm. The said man appeared to be flustered by the action, rubbing the back of his head with a sleazy smile on his face, his eyes looking down at her chest that was covered in a tight black v-neck.

Silently gagging, your eyes look over the crowd of students, seeing few faces you recognize. You see the awkward form of Jinyoung, standing at the corner alone. He had his head down, avoiding anyone's look. At that moment, you see a boy slap Jinyoung's back, making the said boy stumble forward with his eyes wide open.

"Hey, will you fucking walk forward? You're holding up the line."

Hearing a snarky voice you turn around, a single eyebrow raised at Rose who glared at you with her arms crossed over her chest. Right beside her is Seulgi, the female playing with her nails that were painted a deep red, a look of boredom present on her face.

You stare at them for a second, your face stoic. Rose returns your looks, her lips curling into a snarl looking as if she was going to start spitting out insults at you. However, before she could, you turn your head back to where it was initially, looking back to where Jinyoung was.

But before you can relocate him, Yoongi pulled you along, not allowing you to see what had happened to the boy. Behind you, you're positive that Rose must have been fuming because the angry stomps that could be even felt from your feet.

You pointedly ignored it, a huff escaping your lips as you allowed your gaze to linger around you from your new position.

It doesn't take long for your attention to move to a new person. Guanlin's tall form stands out in the crowd, especially since people around him seemed to avoid standing near him, whispering as they eyeing at him from afar.

He seemed to feel your gaze, turning his head to the side, meeting your eyes. You flash him a comforting smile, which he returns with strained one, giving you a nod of greeting you didn't expect. Although looking tired, his eyes weren't swollen from crying like you assumed, the teen standing tall with his shoulder back. It seemed like he was ignoring the whispers around him, and you were glad.

Sending him one last smile and curling your hand into a fist in front of you, you gave him a 'fighting' sign which made the male's lips tug up at the corner. Pleased that you lifted his mood somewhat, you allowed your eyes to wander again, landing on another familiar face. Your lips moved into a frown, your eyes filling with concern.

Jihoon looked as bad as Daniel when he first walked into the classroom. The younger boy's usually bright round eyes were bloodshot and tired looking. Like your classmate, his uniform seemed to be out of place, his necktie around his neck wrinkled and crooked, his shirt untucked.

You're forced to look away as you hear a cough from the speakers, silently promising yourself to reach out to the boy when you have a chance. You hadn't talked to him since the whole incident of finding Nayeon's body, and you definitely needed to check out how he's holding up mentally.

"Hello, students," your attention along with everyone else's moves to the balding man who was your principal that stands in front of the podium, the microphone angled to his mouth. "Words cannot express the tremendous grief our school is experiencing over the tragedy of the past week. I would first like all of us to have a moment of silence to honor the lost we have faced before we start our assembly."

As all the students looked down with their eyes closed, both you and Yoongi discreetly keep your eyes open, using your hair as a curtain as you watched those around you.

Most people genuinely seemed to be having a moment of silence, but you catch a few with their heads up, eyes wide open. Those people included Ahn Hani, Bae Jinyoung, Kang Daniel and another male who stood in front of Jinyoung. You don't recognize him, but you make a mental note of his face for later reference which shouldn't be hard seeing that his hair is dyed a light brown.

"Thank you." As you lift your head up, you immediately nod at Yoongi, who also seemed to have seen what you had.

"After multiple discussions with the staff of our school, we have finally concluded that it is best for all the students to take some time away from campus. I'm sure some people would like to grieve the loss of one our students, and I've talked to Ms. Ahn, and she suggests that being near nature will help our soul heal from this tragedy. Tomorrow night, we will prepare buses that will take you all up to one of our school owned camps located beside Lake Hune."

Hearing the news, your hand squeezes Yoongi's arm that's hooked to yours. This really was a turn of event... And not in a good way.

Being away from campus won't allow either of you to be able to investigate further, and it'll only raise suspicion if you don't attend. Mentally, you were cursing out your bad luck, and you knew Yoongi was having a similar thought when you peaked at his expression.

"Ms. Ahn is trained and is available for any members of our campus affected by this tragedy, and we encourage to schedule a meeting with her if you are struggling to cope."

It takes every ounce of strength in you not to scoff, the image of what you saw at night still fresh in your mind. Yoongi on the other hand, stifled a chuckle, his pale face becoming slightly pink as he held in his laugh.

"We have already contacted your guardians, and they are aware of the situation. The bus will be leaving at 6 pm tomorrow night and shall arrive around 10 pm, and you all assigned a room along with your current roommate."

You frowned at the information, your eyes darting to Yoongi who also had a similar look of dismay on his face. This really was getting complicated because now Yoongi will really have to act as Min Yoonji 24/7 if the two of you have to share a room with other females.

It doesn't take long before all of you are dismissed, some students lingering around as they excitedly spoke with each other, excited that classes were getting canceled for a bit longer. Yoongi leans forward, bending his neck slightly to whisper into your ears.

"I'm going to head back into our room and hack into the system to read the room assignments," the male grumbled as he cracked his neck, his lips forming into a pout. "If we're getting two fucking teenage females as roommates, I'm going to end up with blood on my hands."

You roll your eyes at his exaggeration, "we both already have blood on our hands," you whispered low enough for only him to hear.

The male only sends you a sly smirk before walking forward, tugging you by your arm. However, as he does, your eye once again catches sight of a certain boy you're growing concern for

"Wait, Yoong—uh Yoonji," you mentally smack yourself for your almost slip up, digging your heels to the floor, effectively stopping Yoongi from pulling you along. You lower your voice, being mindful of the curious glances you're receiving from students around you. "I'm going to check up on Jihoon."

Yoongi scowls, his expression morphing into displeasure as you mentioned the younger boy's name.

"Fucking flower boy again?"

The corner of your lip tugs up slightly as you give your boyfriend a knowing look. "Don't be jealous love," you giggle, bringing your lips closer to his ears. "You're the only one for me. And I promise I won't be out late. I'll come back to our room as soon as we're done talking."

With that, you give one squeeze to his forearm before waving him off. You grinned as you saw that his pale cheeks were slightly flushed as he shook his head, his gums showing because he was smiling.

You don't stay to watch him disappear into the crowd, your body pushing through the strands of students to reach the certain boy who just stood alone with his head down.

"Jihoon!"

You watched as the male's head snapped up, his eyes finding you. You can feel the frown deepen on your face as you realized how dark the circles under his eyes really were.

"Y/N-Noona...."

You smiled weakly as you ruffled his hair, making the said boy whine. "Hey, kid. How're you holding up?" You question as you stand beside him, scrutinizing his expression.

The said male sighs as he tiredly rubs his hand over his face. "I-I'm struggling to sleep and.... I'm thinking of going to Nurse Ahn and maybe talking to her for some help...."

Jihoon's words immediately raised the red flags in your head, your eyes widening a fraction as you just imagined how easily the older women would devour this poor boy up.

"Hey, why don't you talk to me first?" You gently speak, as you take the boy's hand, giving it a squeeze. Mentally you were screaming no, waving your hand over your head.

Like hell were you going to let this boy go to Ahn Hani after what you saw earlier that day.

"I wouldn't want to bother you, Noona... I don't think..." Jihoon trailed off, another heavy sigh leaving his lips.

"Jihoon, there no way you'll be a bother to me. You're always welcomed to come to talk to me," you assured, making the boy stare into your face, scrutinizing your features.

He seemed to hesitate for a second before he nodded. "Um, thanks... I guess I'm more comfortable talking to you than Nurse Hani. Let's go somewhere a bit quieter?" Jihoon muttered as he gave you a weak smile, finally making up his mind.

You nod in agreement, allowing the younger male to lead you out to the hallways, taking unexpected turns until you were now in the junior buildings that you've never entered yet.

The campus was broken up into building for each grade and being a senior, you've never really entered other grade building until that moment.

Jihoon pulls out keys from his pocket, quickly unlocking the door with a light click. "Come in."

You warily step in, your eyes narrowed in concentration in this new environment. However, your lips parted in awe as you looked around the flower-filled room. Your eyes don't stay trained on the flowering plants for long, shifting to the differently shaped trophies that literally filled glass shelf, more than twenty of them entering your site.

"Welcome to the Ikebana clubroom," Jihoon mumbled as he dug into a nearby closet, "would you like some tea?" He questioned, showing you an electric pot and a box of tea.

"Yes, thank you," you reply before sitting down into a couch as Jihoon prepared the hot water for your drinks.

For a minute, neither of you exchanged words, the boy handing you a delicate looking teacup before sitting next to you. Taking a sip, you immediately recognized the flavor and the subtle scent of chamomile that seemed to warm you from the insides.

You eyed the golden colored tea for a second, a small smile tugging on your lips before placing the cup down on the table. Turning your body slightly, you faced Jihoon who grumpily looked down at his own cup, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I'm ready whenever you're ready to talk," your voice is soft, not wanting the boy to force the boy to speak to you.

It seemed like Jihoon hesitates before he begins, his voice wavering in emotions.

"I-I just don't understand.... Why is it me? Why is it always me that..."

You're quick to get intrigued by his words, your upper body leaning forward subconsciously. At the same time, your eyebrows were knitted in confusion, not understanding what he was saying.

"First it was Lisa..." Your eyes widened for a second, immediately recognizing the nickname of the second victim. Lalisa Manoban....

"I-I was the one who found her first...." Jihoon cried out as his hands curled into a fist on his thighs, "I-We, just saw each other the night before at dinner.... I had just invited her to the clubroom because she seemed interested in Ikebana when I was out picking some flowers for my next competition...."

You watched as the boy's composure crumbled, he pressed the heel of his palm into his eyes.

Jihoon's chest heaved as his shoulders shook. "L-Lisa she was just there in the flowers, she didn't look like she was dead... I didn't think she was dead.... So that's why I touched her arm thinking she was just playing around with me. But she was so... So cold..."

Before Jihoon could say anything else, your hands wrapped around his, giving it a reassuring squeeze that made the boy look up at you with his eyes watering with unspilled tears. "Keep on speaking whatever comes into your mind, it'll help," you speak with experience, thinking back to when you first lost your younger brother and your weekly therapy sessions you had to attend for your mental health.

Although you were thinking Jihoon would release the stress he was feeling after finding Nayeon's body, you hadn't expected the new info given by him about him being the primary one who found Lalisa's body as well. You had to recheck with Jin and Namjoon when you have a chance. Maybe this was information they didn't even know...

You sat next to the boy, just listening to him as he spilled everything to you one by one. You're listening carefully, thinking he'll give you more information about Lalisa's death. However, he only mentioned what he found and how he was pulled away by the police after he called them.

It became painfully evident that the incident of finding the girls' body left a traumatic impact. As Jihoon spilled whatever came to mind, you slowly realized that the boy's shoulder slowly began to relax, his breaths coming out less ragged.

That made you smile, knowing that letting the boy speak to you was somewhat helping him in some way.

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"Drinking warm milk may help you sleep," you comment as Jihoon, and you step out of the clubroom. "Adding a spoonful of honey and a drop of vanilla essence is nice too," you add, smiling at the boy.

Jihoon nodded, his eyes a slight bit red and puffy. Although he had cried, he too seemed like he was feeling a bit better, flashing you a smile.

"Thank you, Y/N Noona," Jihoon thanked, the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he grinned. However, he paused, his smile melting away as he scrutinized your face in curiosity he didn't bother to hide.

"You know a lot of things about trauma and how to heal after you experienced death... You gave me so many pieces of advice that really made me feel better."

You stiffened, the smile on your face dropping as you realized what Jihoon had noticed about you because of the interaction you've had with him in the past hour. Perhaps it was a mistake on your hand. You've probably revealed your real self a little bit more than necessary as you talked to him. It was subconscious, no doubt but still, a mistake that may jeopardize both Yoongi and your mission.

"Have you lost someone before, Noona?"

Your eyes closed as a sigh left your lips. You should have expected the question, but hearing it directly coming from the younger boy's mouth did make you think you've fucked up as an undercover agent.

You had different options that you've immediately begun to weigh.

You can lie, which wouldn't be too hard because this whole assignment with Yoongi was a lie you've created with your team. It's what you did for a living as you're an undercover secret agent. It's easy to say that you haven't lost anyone and you've just seen a lot of Kdrama's as a reference.

At the same time, you can tell Jihoon about your brother's death, of course not mentioning the absolute truth though. It'll allow you to have a deeper connection with the boy, which may help you gain more information in the future if you need.

"I've had a younger brother," you start, opening your eyes as you gave Jihoon a fond smile. "He'll be about your age if he was still alive," you share, watching as Jihoon's eyes widened with understanding.

He looked a bit shameful as he bowed his head, looking down at his head. "I-Um I'm sorry for asking... That was really insensitive of me and I-"

You let a small laugh escape your lips as you ruffle the boy's hair, stopping him from rambling. "It's okay, it's been a while since he passed on. I've recovered since then, and I've accepted it. So I know what you're going through, kid. Stay strong. Although it may not feel like it right now, eventually your heart will heal as well and then you'll be wiser as well as stronger than more than one way."

Jihoon opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped, his gaze moving to something behind you, no longer looking at you.

Confused, you turned around, your eyes meeting with a glassed male who had a frown on his face. You watched as his eyes darted to Jihoon before moving to you, his frown morphing into a smile.

"Good afternoon, Y/N," Sungwoon greeted you before sending a nod at Jihoon who looked slightly nervous under the male's gaze. However, the older boy was quick to disregard the boy beside you as he faced you with an apologetic smile. "Hate to be a bad guy and all, but I'm actually on night patrol duty in this area to help clear the building out for quiet hours."

You nodded in understanding, pulling your phone out to check the time.

10:30 PM already...

"What year are you?" You looked up, eyebrows furrowing as Sungwoon started to interrogate Jihoon who fidgeted beside you.

"A junior, sunbaenim...." Jihoon whispered, seeming to shrink under the glassed male's gaze.

Sungwoon's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing on the poor boy. "You know the rules right? Juniors aren't supposed to leave their rooms after ten PM, and lights are off at eleven."

"Yes..."

Sungwoon opened his mouth once again, but you beat him to it, placing a soft hand on his forearm, bringing his attention to yourself.

"Sungwoon, it's my fault. I wasn't aware there was a time difference in quiet hours depending on grade. I held up Jihoon because I had a lot of question regarding the ikebana club," the lie is quick to leave your lips, and from the corner of your eyes, you see Jihoon gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. He does seem relieved that Sungwoon's attention is no away from him, but that doesn't stop him from sending you worried glances.

Sungwoon's lips stretch into a straight line, his dark eyes staring into your face, his cheeks tinting a light pink with your proximity. "I—uh, I'll still have to write him up because he broke the rules. I'm sorry I have to follow the rules and I—"

"Write me up instead then. Like I said, it's my fault," you're stubborn, not wanting the younger boy to get into trouble. And you were confident you could somehow convince your class president to let it slide because you knew he had some feeling for you.

Call you a bitch or whatever because you're manipulating your classmate because of his crush on you, but you'll be damned if Jihoon got in trouble for being out of his room after quiet hours. The poor boy has been through enough in the last few days, he shouldn't concern himself with an stupid academic probation and what not.

"Sungwoon..." You whisper, widening your eyes a slight bit as you let your hand glide down from his forearm to the end of his dress shirt sleeve, tugging on the white cuff.

It seemed like the male was going through an inner turmoil before ultimately giving up, his shoulders dropping as a heavy sigh escaped his lips. But he was quick to straighten himself up, sending a warning glare at Jihoon who also straightens his back, a look of nervousness flashing in his round eyes.

"Only this once. You got it?" Sungwoon scowled lightly, sending a warning stare at Jihoon who nodded his head fiercely. Satisfied by the answer he received, Sungwoon nodded, jutting his chin forward. "Good, now go back to your room. I didn't see you."

Jihoon quick to bend forward, doing a perfect 90-degree bow. "Thank you, Sunbaenim!" The boy mutters before lifting his head.

Jihoon eyes meet you in relief before nodding, flashing you a small smile. "Thank you as well, Y/N Noona. I'll see you around!"

You nod, waving slightly, "thanks for the information, Jihoon. Good night," you keep your act up to keep Sungwoon satisfied.

As soon as you could no longer see the younger boy, you faced Sungwoon, beaming at him. "Thanks, Sungwoon, that was really cool of you," you speak, finally letting the poor boy go before he fainted, something you feared might happen seeing as how red he was becoming.

"N-No problem," Sungwoon stuttered, his fingers pushing up his glasses that slid down back up until it rested on the bridge of his nose. He released a cough, probably noticing that he had squeaked out those words.

The boy was apparently trying to compose himself, his fingers tugging on the collar of his uniform, loosening it in the hope of relieving some of the blood that was rushing to his face.

You almost felt bad for the boy. Had he never had close interactions with the opposite gender? Or was it because of you? It was painfully obvious he had a crush on you, Yoongi continuously bringing it up whenever he got the chance.

You weren't blind either. You were well aware that the class president grew fidgety and flustered around you. It was almost cute in a way.

"I'll w-walk you back to your room," Sungwoon smiled as he looked at you, somehow being able to maintain eye contact.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at your phone to check the time. You still had a while until 11:30 when it becomes quiet hours for the seniors.

"I don't want you walking by yourself. It's pretty late and especially since...." The glassed male trailed off, his lips thinning into a straight line, his eyes darkening.

It was a no-brainer that the male was speaking about the recent death without him actually putting them into words. Both of you stay silent, the awkward heaviness falling between the two of you as you thought about the incident that's been plaguing the school.

However, the gloominess of Sungwoon's expression is quick to brighten as he smiled at you. "Don't worry! I'll make sure you arrive at your room safely!" He assured, seeming to be proud at his own words.

You held back a smile, mentally thinking how you'll easily be able to protect yourself, probably more so than what Sungwoon could. But you don't say anything, nodding and saying thank you to the male.

"You don't have to, you know. I'm sure you have the duty of closing up for the night, and I don't want to bother you," you actually don't mean your words, only saying them out of politeness.

Sungwoon doesn't seem to notice, "of course I do! I'm not taking no as an answer when all these unusual psychotic deaths are happening left and right at our school," the boy stresses before he flashes you a smile.

He takes a step towards you, offering you an arm, probably hoping to be a bit gentlemen like. You were taken back by his action, but you don't leave the boy hanging. Your own arm moves to hook into his, letting the younger boy lead you down the hall towards the senior dormitories.

"So, what were you really doing with that junior?" Sungwoon questions as the two of you walk down the hallway that's dimly lit by the lights above you.

His tone is light, but there's no doubt there's a bit of uneasiness in it as well. Especially since the male doesn't look at you as he continues to walk. You, on the other hand, was relaxed, showing no hint of the uneasiness the boy beside you was feeling.

"Oh, so you didn't believe us?" You joke, hoping to bring the topic to a more lighter side. Sungwoon only sends you a frown in return, the space between his eyebrows drinking in effect.

At first, you merely shrug, not giving anything away. But as Sungwoon stops walking as he stares into you, a sigh leaves your lips, silently thinking the only thing you really wanted to do at the current moment was to bury yourself in your clean sheets. Perhaps maybe make Yoongi join you for a cuddle fest, something you were in dire need of.

Sadly, you were stuck with this barely legal boy who was giving you a disapproving stare. And you probably shouldn't lie to him, seeing as he had turned a blind eye of some punishable actions you've taken a few times.

"I wasn't lying about us talking. Just not really about Ikebana," you admit, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as you tug him forward to continue walking. You sniff, the smell of dust from the old walkways making your nose run. "Jihoon was the kid who found Nayeon's body with me. The poor kid... He hasn't been sleeping well, and I offered to listen to him like a small therapy session,"

Sungwoon's frown deepened even more if that possible. "Than, shouldn't he go to Ms. Ahn? Didn't the principal say that she's trained for—"

"I told him not to go to her," you can't help the scowl as you stopped walking, making the boy pause beside you as well.

Sungwoon seemed to be confused by your action, his brown eyes curiously eyeing you.

You hesitate if you should explain yourself, your eyes squinting at the male's face. You lower your voice, bringing your lips closer to the boy's ears. "I've heard some rumors of her," you hiss, widening your eyes.

You can see the curiosity in Sungwoon's rise as he cocked his head to the side, leaning in closer to hear you better.

"I've heard rumors," you repeat, the corner of your lips twitching slightly, "that she likes her men young and innocent and she eats them right up."

You hold in a giggle as Sungwoon's cheeks flush, as he pulls his head away from you as if he's been jolted by electricity. He looks wholly alarmed by what you said, before he swallows, nodding slightly.

"So you've heard as well..."

Now, it's your turn to be intrigued, not expecting to get such answer from Sungwoon, your class president.

"So, is it true?" You whispered the question although you already the answer. You just wanted to hear it come from this boy.

Sungwoon releases a sigh as he punches the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "I've... I've heard stories from the other boys," he admits, his cheeks flushing as he avoids your look. "She's, how should I say this. Well, this is a well-kept secret between many of the males at this school. Not many people know about it but being the class president, many unusual information comes to me and well—" The boy continues to stutter, looking uncomfortable at the information.

You take pity on him and shake your head, pulling him along.

"I see, so the rumors I heard aren't lies. She really does 'eat' up those younger boys," you mutter, widening your eyes as you stared into Sungwoon's face. "That's... Uh, indecent...."

At your words, Sungwoon snorts before he coughs, trying to hide the fact that he had laughed. He looks at you with the corner of his lips tugged up in amusement, cocking an eyebrow up. "Indecent? I would say sinful, we are a religious school."

Now you're the one who's releasing a snort of laughter, the two of you snickering although you definitely shouldn't be.

"I never really liked her," Sungwoon admits as adjust his glasses, "she's one of the fairly new staff. I think she came in as a nurse two years ago? And she's getting bolder and bolder each month. I've well..." The male begins his sentence but pauses for a second, his eyes searching your face to see if you would rather end this conversation.

You nod at him to continue, making him exhale from his nose, separating his lips with a pop.

"My roommate from last year once brought her into our room late at night thinking I was sleeping."

Your face settled in horror as a sea of mortifications submerged you.

"You're lying. He brought her into your room to have sex?!" You gasped, eyeing the boy in pity.

Sungwoon releases a groan as he shakes his head, "he was an asshole. He doesn't go to this school anymore, so that's good," the boy huffs, "he'll have a different girl come into our room every week, and I'll always be stuck in the top bunk having to pretend I'm asleep. It's was the worst when Rose and Seulgi came right after each of other."

You cringe, your face scrunching up in distaste as you send a stink eye at the boy beside you. "I didn't have to hear that," you accused, "my ears would have probably bleed if I heard a single peep from Rose."

Your comment made Sungwoon throw his head back and laugh. "I thought the same! I actually stuffed my ears with tissue."

You opened your mouth to comment, but before you could you hear a cough, that makes your stomach drop. A smothered voice in the back of your head screams, 'you've fucked up, Y/N. You've fucked up because what time is it? Yeah, 10:30 PM, Y/N. Have you sent a message to Yoongi to update him? No? Does he hate it when you do that? Yes.'

You let your eyes fall on the arm that's wrapped around Sungwoon's, who's actually frozen beside you, looking slightly pale and nervous under a particular female's (male?) gaze. Slowly you pull away from the boy, freeing yourself.

However, your feet are turned into stone that's anchoring you in place as you slowly lift your head up, finally your eyes meeting with Yoongi. You hold back a wince, seeing his stone cold expression. The man had his wig on, however, replacing his female uniform is his pajama, a baggy pair of sweats and a hoodie that was over his head.

He has his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the two of you with a frown etched onto his pale face.

"You liar, you told me you'll be back early so we can pack together."

Your eyes widened a fraction, hearing the feminine voice as Yoongi's mouth moves. Your partner has a pout on his face as he now uncrossed his arms‍, now placing them on his hips. Although his words sound harmless, you can see a slight pinch of annoyance as his dark eyes bore into you.

At the same time, you knew that his words were just a hidden statement that he was going to murder you.

You swallowed, mentally praying to whoever was up there for your own sake before running forward with a skip, quickly hooking your arms with Yoongi, pulling it into a hug.

"Sorry! It took longer for me to talk to him! I'm sorry Yoonji! I love you," you whined, pressing your cheek into his.

You felt your heart skip a beat as Yoongi patted your head with his hand before running his fingers into your hair, almost a bit too intimately. You can feel Sungwoon's eye on the two of you, the boy still being frozen at where he stood.

There was no denying that the class president was intimidated by Yoongi even when he was dressed as a female. You briefly wondered what your partner did to make the younger boy act this way.

"Thanks for walking her over. Bye," Yoongi is cold, quickly dismissing the boy as he whirls around, dragging you with him to your room.

You barely have a chance to look back, using your free hand to wave at Sungwoon who's still frozen like a statue at where he stood. "Bye, Prez! Thanks for being such a gentleman!" You rush out before the door closes, separating your room from the hallway.

Your partner drops himself onto his bed, crossing his legs as he stared at you. He points his finger to the ground silently, you immediately know what he wants you doing with just his gesture.

With a sigh, you sit down on your knees, preparing for the lecture you were going to receive from your boyfriend.

"What time is it?"

"Past ten-thirty," you meekly replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you not check your phone?"

"No."

"Why?"

"It was on silent...?"

Yoongi sighed as he ripped off his wig off, nonchalantly throwing it onto the desk as he ruffled his raven hair underneath.

"Check your damn message next time. I knew you were okay, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't worried," Yoongi grumbled as he tosses you a notebook that you barely catch before it hits your face.

The male's shoulder slumps with the massive sigh he releases as he crosses his legs, folding his hands on his knee. "I messaged you because we had a meeting while you were gone. I contacted Namjoon and Mr. Bang because of the whole shit that's happening tomorrow. They've told us to continue the mission as before. While we're shipped off to whatever fucked up camp this damn school prepared, they'll send Jungkook and Hoseok to investigate the campus. It should be empty enough for them to sneak around."

You nod in understanding, reading over Yoongi's neat scribbles he was kind enough to jot down about the meeting that took place in this room

"I also hacked into the system and found out the room arrangement. A couple of roommates had a room for themselves, so I easily switched our names with those kids and made sure we've got our own," your boyfriend has a smug expression on his face as he sits up, "also picked one that has a nice view."

There's something mischievous about how the man looks, his lips curling into a smile that makes him flash his pink gums. You're tempted to ask the reasoning behind that smile, but you hold yourself back because you've concluded he hasn't scolded you like you've expected because he's in such a good mood.

As you stare at Yoongi with your eyes narrowed on him distrustingly, the man himself just raises an eyebrow, cocking his head in innocence.

You swear... he was up to no good. You don't know what but...

"Come here princess," Yoongi spreads his arms, looking down at you expectedly. You hesitate but seeing him look so comfortable, the temptation is too much, you crawling into his lap, burying your face into his neck with a content smile.

Yoongi falls back, bouncing a bit as he lays on the bed. You kicked one leg over Yoongi's, hugging him tight like a koala, taking a deep breath and inhaling Yoongi's shampoo and body washes' comforting scent.

"I missed this," you admit, closing your eyes as you nuzzled into his neck, his dark locks tickling your face.

You don't see, but Yoongi's mouth stretches into a broad smile. "Well, we'll do this more often from now on then."

It didn't sound weird to you at that moment, but later on, you were definitely going to be in for the surprise that Yoongi has prepared.

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"I'm going to break your nose."

"What? Why?"

You cover your mouth, holding in the laugh as your boyfriend who's dressed in his disguise glared at the boy in front of him in distaste, his face scrunching up in displeasure.

"Obviously because I don't like the way your face looks duh," Yoongi scoffed as he flipped his hair over his shoulder sending an icy glare to the junior who stared at him with his eyes round, "and you're annoying the fuck out of me," Yoongi doesn't hesitate to add on.

This time you don't bother to stifle in your chuckle, a sound that mimicked a dying cat leaving your lips as you choked.

"But, Yoonji-Noona I want to sit next to you," Woojin mumbled, his eyes pleadingly eyeing your partner who looked as if he gave no fuck.

"It's fucking Yoonji-sunbaenim to you. And I'm sitting next to Y/N," Yoongi hissed, his eyes narrowed on the younger boy who only whined.

After a moment, Woojin's eyes moved to you, pouting at you pleadingly. "Y/N-Noona—"

"Y/N-sunbaenim," Yoongi snaps, sending a warning glare at the younger male who didn't seem to be bothered.

"Y/N-sunbaenim," Woojin corrects himself, lightly rolling his eyes before facing you, "can we switch seats?" He sweetly questioned, trying to bat his eyelashes at you cutely and ultimately failing, "we can switch seat partners, and you can sit next to Jihoon!" Saying that the male pointed to the said boy who stood a few feet away, obviously listening into the conversation.

You were able to tell because Jihoon looked slightly embarrassed by his friend's desperation. When your eyes landed on him, he waved at you shyly, the corner of his lips tugged up with a smile.

You moved to say hi to him properly, but before you can even take a step, you were pulled back by your arm.

The weight of your duffel bag that hung on your shoulder didn't help with the momentum because you literally collided into Yoongi's chest. But the male easily held you up, his fingers moving to dig into your shoulder.

"Like hell, I'll sit next to you for who knows how long. You're gonna run off my ear," Yoongi grumbled as he hugged you close, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck, "and I want to sleep on Y/N, she feels and smells good."

Your eyes widened slightly at his action, your cheeks flushing a bit as Woojin and Jihoon both stared at you. You take it back, they weren't the only ones. Most students that were around you watched in awe, not expecting the Ice Princess to be so affectionate to you.

You coughed awkwardly as you smiled at Woojin apologetically, before unwrapping yourself from Yoongi's arms and taking hold of his hand.

"Sorry boys, but I think both of us just want to sleep while the drive over there. I also get car sick easily, so Yoonji has offered to help me if need," you softly reply as you gave Yoongi a soft, friendly nudge that makes him roll his eyes.

A thoughtful look flits across Woojin's face, the junior opening his mouth to say something. But before he could, you all heard the loud holler of one of the teachers urging the students to start climbing onto their assigned buses that were parked outside the school gate.

Yoongi uses that as a chance to escape, quickly pulling you along and boarding the bus before anyone could stop the two of you, claiming the two seat in the back.

Seeing as the school was batshit rich, instead of the typical yellow school buses, they replaced it with tour buses that had comfortable seats that were adjustable, something you were thankful for.

Yoongi gently pushes you into the seat next to the window, knowing that's where you preferable sat each time you traveled before getting comfortable beside you, plugging in his headphones in, the light rap of his music reaching you.

You make a contemplative hum, flipping your phone over and over in your hand before opening your email the school sent you about your schedule for the next two weeks you'll be residing at Lake Hune.

It's a lake that had a large Christian camp during the summer for kids. The school has prepared you a detailed schedule that you're looking over, silently wondering what kind of place this camp was.

"Most kids at school go there for summer."

Your head snaps up in surprise, your eyes meeting with a boy who leaned over the seat, smiling at you brightly as he looked down at you.

It seems like his mouth stretches even larger as he meets your eyes. His eyes twinkling as they widened.

"Wow, like the rumors say, you really are prettier when you're up so close!" The boy gushes as he leans closer, taking in your features of bewilderment.

At that moment, something clicks into your mind as you stare at the boy. He's unnaturally light brown head stands out on the bus that was beginning to get filled with students, and you thought back to the school assembly a couple days ago.

Right.

He was one of the people who didn't have their heads down for the moment of silence. You hadn't gotten the time to investigate who he was in the last two days, but looking at him made you realize you probably should do that ASAP. Especially since he was looking at you with his eyes so round with curiosity.

You smile, tilting your head a bit as you too scrutinized the boy in front of you. "Hello."

He has a small face and sharp jawlines, however, his cheeks are plump which gave him more of a boyish look. And his eyes reminded of you of Taehyung a bit because they both had uneven eyelids.

"Hi! Sorry, did I scare you?" The boy apologized without the smile leaving his face. "I'm Lee Daehwi, a sophomore! And you're Kim Y/N, right? I've heard so much about you, sunbaenim!"

"No, you didn't scare me, Daehwi-ssi. But do you know it's rude to look at someone's phone without asking?" You questioned, easing an eyebrow up as you gave him a good-hearted smile.

The said boy seemed taken back your words, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he laughed. "Oops, sorry about that, sunbaenim. I just got a bit excited when I realized I'm sitting in front of you. And you seemed like you don't know about Lake Hune so I just..." Daehwi trailed off, peaking at you to see if you were upset with him.

He looked like a little puppy getting scolded, and you couldn't help the chuckle that left your mouth.

"Be careful from next time, Daehwi-ssi, not everyone would easily forgive you like I had. It is an invasion of privacy, and I'm sure there's a lot of things people wouldn't want you sticking your nose into without their permission," you warn as you lock your phone, dropping it onto your lap.

The boy nodded in understanding, the smile returning back to his face, "yes sunbaenim. But I mean, we're going to Lake Hune! I love it there!"

You mentally note that this boy is amiable. It's almost unbelievable that you've only met him a couple seconds ago as he gushes to you how amazing wherever you're all going is.

"I've been going there since middle school every summer! I'm in their drama program, oh, by the way, I'm also in our school drama program, I'm actually leading it along with the director of music! Anyhow, Lake Hume is beautiful, and the cabins are actually really nice, and you won't believe how breathtaking the church is! In the morning, when you go during the sunrise, the lights goes through stained glass an—"

"You're fucking loud. Would you shut up?"

Daehwi is cut off by a grumpy voice that comes from next to you. You exhale a sigh, knowing how this was going to go.

One. Yoongi cursing the poor boy in front of you.

Two. Yoongi glaring at the poor boy until they're meeping like a sheep.

Three. Yoongi scaring off the boy.

Yoongi has abandoned his headphones as he glared at the boy in front of the two of you with his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Can't you see that someone's trying to fucking sleep right here? We don't need you obnoxious voice yapping around," Yoongi snaps, his eyebrows furrowing as he sits up, challenging the boy.

Daehwi seems quite taken back at how icy Yoongi is for a second before recovering, a bright smile spreading across his face. He turns towards you, pointing at Yoongi, who's also seemed a bit perplexed.

"Yoonji-sunbaenim really is like everyone describes her. Is she even like this to you, Y/N-sunbaenim?" Daehwi questions with a grin.

Wait, oh shit, maybe this wasn't going to go like you had thought.

In an instant your lips stretch into a taunting grin as you shifted your body to Yoongi. Perhaps Yoongi has finally met his match.

"No, Yoonji is really sweet with me," you cooed, letting your head fall onto Yoongi's shoulder in affection. "She's literally the best roommate."

Daehwi's grin grows impossibly wider, his eyes crinkling cutely, "oh, so I was right! Yoonji-sunbaenim is actually really a kind person, but she just acts like an ice princess. I can see that now as a fellow actor!"

Yoongi's mouth dropped open as releases a weird sound from the back of his throat. You, on the other hand, hold back a fierce urge to laugh, instead, swallowing it down with a cough,

Daehwi giggles as he eyes the two of you for a second before nodding to himself. "Mmhm, well, I won't keep you up from your nap Yoonji-sunbaenim, excuse me and my obnoxious voice! I'll be quiet for now!" The boy chirped before ducking back into his seat, leaving your partner flabbergasted beside you.

"What the fuck?" Yoongi hissed to himself, before turning to you with a scowl. "Who the fuck is that brat? I'm this close to beating the shit out of him!" Yoongi whispered to you so you'll be the only one who'll hear him while showing you his thumb and index finger to explain precisely how little patience he has left.

You grin devilishly at his statement, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulder. You and Yoongi both knew he couldn't do that. At least not just yet since you guys were still on a mission and had to keep up with your persona for this assignment.

Anyhow, it delighted you that this boy, Lee Daehwi didn't show any ounce a fear towards your partner who could make an actual grown man in a gang cry. (Although perhaps being dressed as a female may have contributed to him being less scary.)

With an exaggerated huff, Yoongi plugged in his headphones back into his ear in a foul mood. You, on the other hand, frowned to yourself, your eyes moving to the window as the bus slowly began to move, slowly following the other buses filled with the students of this school.

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"What the actual fuck?"

Your duffle bag dropped to the floor after you unlocked the room after receiving the keys from your homeroom teacher, your eyes wide in disbelief as you walked in.

Yoongi's right behind you, a wide grin on his face as he drops his bag beside you. "Ah, this is going to be our home sweet home for the next two weeks, huh? Not bad."

You whirled around, glaring at the man with annoyance. "Not bad? Yoongi! There's only one bed!"

Yoongi doesn't seem bothered, only shrugging his shoulders as he sits on the bed, dragging his duffel bag. "So? That was the only way we'll able to get away with not having roommates. There's a handful of people who are going to be sharing rooms like us."

You sigh dejectedly, closing the door behind you. You admit, maybe you were fortunate. It seems like the 400 acres of land that the camp was built on had multiple cabins for the kids. Some were large wooden cabins with numerous rooms and others being like yours, a small cabin that has one queen bed, some cabinets and a small bathroom that had a toilet and shower.

You were just glad you didn't have to share a living space with more than one person, especially the restroom. You shudder at the thought, remembering the horrific experience you've had with the public restroom/showers as a college freshman in your dorms with twenty other females. Not fun.

Not fun at all.

Your eyes shift to Yoongi who rummaged through his bag for a second before pulling out a familiar device you recognize as an rf signal detector. You raise an eyebrow at that. Usually, that was your job, Yoongi always claiming he's too lazy to do the sweep himself, leaving it up to you to make sure the area was clear from any bugs.

For a minute he walks around with the device, doing a complete sweep of the room before moving to the restroom. He emerges with a nod, making you finally relax knowing you didn't have to be on guard the whole time, at least when you were in this room.

"Alright, let set up the camera now, where did you put it Yoongi?" You questioned, rolling up your sleeve to prepare to get to work. Like your own room at school, you were expected to put up a camera by Namjoon to make sure he can stay updated about your safety.

"Oh shit."

You look up, eyes meeting with Yoongi who doesn't look a tad bit guilty, his lips stretching into a big ass smile that almost seem like it'll split his face in half.

"I guess I forgot it."

Your mouth falls open in disbelief at the man's nonchalant attitude who now moved to take out the multiple bobby-pins in his head, slipping off his wig.

"Yoongi!" You gasp, stomping to the man accusingly. "You forgot the camera that connects with Namjoon?"

Yoongi winces at your tone, slowly pulling out makeup wipes from his bag and wiping down his face without looking at you.

"Chill, Y/N. It'll be fine. It's just a camera."

"A camera that Namjoon has specifically told us to attach into the room to make sure all of our data and privacy is safe!" You hiss, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It's fine. I'll just tell Namjoon I forgot it," Yoongi grins, his face now bare from the feminine makeup, looking more like himself.

You're silent, your eyes narrowed as you scrutinized Yoongi who was terribly calm about the whole situation. He would usually never make such a forgetful mistake.

Suddenly your thought went back to last night when the two of you cuddled. His unusual words echoing in your head.

'Well, we'll do this more often from now on then...'

Your mouth dropped open with a gasp, your arms falling to your side as realization washed over you like you got dumped in an ice bath.

"Yoongi! You did this on purpose!" You accused, leaping onto the man who was sitting on the bed, sorting out his stuff.

You didn't miss the way your partner's eyes gleamed mischievously from underneath you, his lips twitching into a content smirk as you sat on his stomach.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Yoongi faux innocence, even furrowing his eyebrows to look as if he's confused.

You hold back a laugh, thinking he looked like he was constipated, before quickly becoming serious as you began your interrogation.

"You picked a room that only had one bed like this, you forgot the security camera, and you've even done the sweep for the bug yourself!" You frown disapprovingly, ready to lecture the male. "You know, that's no—"

You don't get to finish your sentence, your eyes widening as everything spins for a second before you now feel the soft comforters on your back and Yoongi's weight crushing your down.

Yoongi grins down at you wickedly, one of his large hands easily holding both your wrist above your head, seemingly extremely proud how he was able to switch places you.

"Uh ah, sweetheart. I can even make mistakes sometimes, don't go around accusing people without proof," the raven-haired man toots before sweeping down, his lips dancing across your collarbone.

You swallow, immediately feeling your mind grow fuzzy with his scent and touch. However, you're also quick to realize the way your body is reacting to Yoongi and try to fight back.

But it seemed like Yoongi knew you'll struggle as he tightens his thighs that's sitting on top of yours, preventing you from wiggling away. After a second you puff, blowing a strand of hair that got into your face in annoyance as you glared up Yoongi's smug as face.

This little bastard...

"My little minx's been flirting around with underage boys, huh?" Yoongi growls, dragging his lips down your neck, nipping at the soft skin.

You can't help the pleasant shudder that runs down your body, especially as he makes a harder bite where your neck and shoulder meets, a soft spot Yoongi knows like the back of his hand.

"Y—Yoongi... Stop..." Even to your own ears, your protest sounds weak as if you don't really want him to stop. Behind the lust you're beginning to feel, the sane, rational part of your mind that's a diligent worker is thinking about what you declared when this mission started.

No sex....

And you admit, you were even beginning to regret the decision. You haven't verbally acknowledged that you've been craving Yoongi's touch, but your body has, especially last night when you slept on his bed. Your body's want had made you dream or should you say relive memories that you, oh so wished happened again.

"Mmhm, I missed your body so damn much," Yoongi hummed as his nose brushed up to your cheek. His eyes that fluttered close slowly opened and bore into your as your noses touch, your lips only a fraction apart. If you were to shift your face a bit, your lips were touch. If you breathed out a bit more, they'd touch. And fuck. You wanted them to touch.

"In the past, you've never said no to me even if we're on a mission. Fuck, I'll say you're even more needer when we're on missions," Yoongi groaned as he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, taking a deep breath as if it'll help to calm himself down.

His words made you swallow hard, your thought slowly floating off to the different times Yoongi destroyed you between missions. The days where you couldn't even walk the next morning....

And he isn't wrong. In the past, you lived for the night when he'll ravish you after sneaking around getting inside information for your missions. It was a way to relieve the pent-up stress.

But for this mission, you couldn't let loose when you had neighbors only separating you with an extremely thin wall. Especially since Namjoon had recommended to place cameras into the shared room at school. You didn't want to put up a show for either Namjoon or Mr. Bang to see. Just the thought made you feel mortified.

But it seems like Yoongi had everything planned. Forgetting the camera back at campus, making sure the room you were assigned to was isolated, away from other students.

Yoongi knew, there was nothing else from stopping him from getting you in bed.

You gasped as you felt Yoongi's free hand move to your ankle, slowly trailing up your leg until it played at the hem of your school skirt, before pushing his hand under, his fingers kneeling your outer thighs.

"Being deprived of you made me realize how amazing your body really is," Yoongi moaned, bringing his lips back to hover over yours, barely ghosting over them as he spoke. His dark eyes were intense, staring into yours, reading them for any signs of you rejecting his touch.

You couldn't.

You lose to the temptation and tilt your head up, allowing your lips to connect. Yoongi takes that as consent as he dived forward, a low moan leaving his lips as he licked into your mouth.

Neither you or Yoongi can help but feel the lust take over your bodies. But Yoongi isn't forgiving, not allowing your hands to roam over his as he keeps them tightly above your head. He, on the other hand, takes full advantage of everything, his hands slipping to your underwear, tugging and playing with the thin lace that lays on your hips.

You pull away, releasing a shaky breath as you feel Yoongi's slender finger run up your slit from above your underwear.

Yoongi too also releases a groan as he feels the wetness as your body betrays the professional mind you had just a few moments ago.

"Fuck, Princess, you're already soaked, and I've barely touched you," Yoongi whispers, a hint of awe in his voice.

You're cheeks tint at what he says. What can you say, being abstinence for a little over a month made you sensitive to even the littlest of things. Especially when you've initially never really went a week without the touch of Yoongi.

"Yoongi...." You whine, wiggling from underneath him, "I want to touch you..." You gasp, opening and closing your hand, your knuckles turning white at the action.

"No."

That's not what you were expecting. Your eyes widen as Yoongi grins down at you, looking devilishly handsome under the orange light of the cabin room.

"You've been a bad girl, sweetheart. Just because I'm dressed as a girl for this mission, you're flaunting your charms and making all these horny brats swoon after you. I think you're forgetting who you belong to."

The look Yoongi sends you makes your mouth water with anticipation, your thighs clenching against each other subconsciously.

"B-But Yoongi," you try once more, mewling as you feel his hand tap against your clit, the bundle of nerves swelling with arousal.

Your eyes that were closing startled open when Yoongi's fingers move away from you, your gaze moving to him accusingly.

"Wha—"

He has a scowl on his face for a second before he raises an eyebrow up at you with the damn infuriating smirk. "Come again?

You swallow the lump in your throat, remaining as still as possible. "Sir... Please," you correct yourself, not daring to move in fear of Yoongi stopping everything.

Yoongi waits a moment before a low hum leaves his lips. He adjusts himself once again, straddling your legs as he stared you down. He seems like he's contemplating on what to do next, his lips pouting slightly.

"Mr princess hasn't been a good girl, so she definitely needs my punishment, don't you think so as well?" He questioned, his hands moving to your cheek, giving it firm slap that made a whine to escape your lips.

"Yes... Yes... I've been bad..." You muttered weakly, your body completely submitting to Yoongi's familiar touch.

Pleased by the answer he received, Yoongi's hand lets your wrist go, reaching to your collar. You don't dare move, keeping your hands where he placed them as he gently moved to the ribbon of your uniform, slowly taking it off as if to taunt you.

You're silent as he unravels the ribbon, playing with it with his fingers before looking down at you, flashing you his teeth.

"Bad girls don't get to touch," he leaned forward and whispered before he used the ribbon to tie your hands together, making it nearly impossible to separate them.

Yoongi sits up to admire you for a second before he began to unbutton your white shirt one by one until the front is completely open, revealing the lacy black bra that barely does its job to hold in your chest.

The black-haired man is quick to swoop down, his lips attacking the exposed skin, not being shy about leaving the red and purple marks on your skin that was clear as a new canvas.

"I wanna taste you...." Yoongi moans as he slowly moves down your body, placing a soft kiss to your belly button for a split second.

A squeal leaves your mouth as Yoongi pulls you down with your legs, your lower half hanging off the bed. The male is sitting on his knees, his hands placed on each side of your ankle, spreading your thighs open.

Yoongi sucked in a quick breath, your skirt getting bundled on your waist, allowing Yoongi to catch sight of your underwear that looked too ruined to ever reuse.

Craning your neck, you looked down to have your heart stutter at the way Yoongi looked at your covered heat with an intensity that felt like you would melt. His gaze was intense, boring holes into you and you couldn't help but clench around nothing as he brought his face closer nuzzling at your inner thighs.

Oh, you wished he'll just...

"Look at you," Yoongi mumbled as he planted kisses onto your inner thighs, nipping at the soft flesh. "You're dripping. Is this all for me?" He questioned teasingly as his fingers prodded at the sensitive area.

You breathe hitches as he dragging a finger over the soft mounds of your womanhood from over your back laced underwear. A pink tongue poked out of his mouth in fascination as he pulled this hand away, eyeing his fingers that thin string of arousal coating them.

"Fuck babe, look," Yoongi sang in amusement as he brought his finger to your face, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. "You're leaking so much, it's going through your underwear," Yoongi cooed before slowly drawing his tongue out, licking at his digits.

You whimpered at the sight, your legs closing for a split second. But Yoongi is quick to act, forcing them open with his hand and a warning glare that makes you shrink.

Yoongi hums as he leans forward, his nose running down your covered core before planting a gentle kiss that makes you twitch with want.

Fuck him. He and his stupid mouth.... Yoongi loves using his damn mouth. And he knows how damn good he is with it. From talking dirty to creating the most pleasurable movement that can make you pass out... and that damn bastard knew damn well how much you loved it as well.

Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as Yoongi licks a strip up from over the cloth, the lace that's covering your clit deliciously creating friction that makes you tremble.

"Y-Yoongi.... Please," tears prick at the back of your eyes as you beg, your hips lifting to follow his mouth.

The male openly ignores your begging, lazily licking you while his hands drew lazy patterns on your thighs, taking his sweet time.

He inhaled deeply, a content smile leaving his lips as he closed his eyes. "Mmhm, I missed your taste and smell. Don't you think you're cruel for depriving me of it when you know how much I love it?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I was at wrong!" You're rambling now, a single tear escaping your eye, running down your cheek.

Yoongi grins evilly, peering into your face in satisfaction. "As long as you know," he coos as his fingers dip underneath your underwear, slowly pulling it away from your skin.

You freeze in anticipation, you breath getting stuck in your throat as Yoongi slowly pulls the offending cloth off of you.

The male watches in awe as the lace sticks to your skin, the wetness of your arousal glistening your skin and part of your thigh. Yoongi releases a groan, throwing his head back as he sees you in all your glory, the full extent of your scent hitting his nose.

"Look at my baby, being all beautiful and ready. But ready for who, I wonder?" Yoongi questions as he uses his finger to lazily drum over your clit, making your body jump. His eyes glint dangerously as he waits for your answer, the drumming slowly increasing.

"You! For you sir! Only for you!" You cried out, your hips lifting, hoping for the relief of being filled. You didn't care anymore. As long as something was in you, tongue, finger, his dick. You had to have something in you now. The fire that's burning in you was slowly burning you alive, craving the touch of Yoongi that's the only thing that'll extinguish the burning within you.

You gasp, your back arching as finally, Yoongi's finger slips into you, the wet squelch loud to your ears as you easily suck him in.

A deep growl sounds from Yoongi's chest, the warmth of your core making a shudder run down his back as he just imagined his dick slipping in instead of his fingers.

"Fuck, you're so tight..." Yoongi groaned as he brought his face closer, watching as his finger disappeared into your warmth.

You throw your head back as Yoongi slides another finger in, his lips finding the little hard bundle of nerve, quickly sucking it into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue as he fingered you lazily. He knew exactly where to hook his finger up as he pumped them into you, watching your reaction while he alternated between sucking and drawing circles on your clit.

"God, Yoongi," your body trembles as you feel more of your arousal leak out, Yoongi not letting a single drop goes to waste as he licks them up in loud slurps, his tongue running through the folds. Your tied hands claw the soft covers of the mattress beneath you, you desperately needing to grab onto something.

Yoongi could feel that you're close and pulls his fingers away hastily making you cry out in frustration. But it seems like he's not feeling cruel enough to deny your orgasm, his lips still attached to the sensitive nub, fiercely sucking on it.

You twitch, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you climax, a loud moan leaving your lips as you tense up.

Fuck... fuck.....

Lazily you open your eyes to see Yoongi pull away, wiping his glistening lips and chin with the back of his hand with a proud smirk.

You struggle to lift your head up to watch your boyfriend begins to strip out of his clothes. Unlike you, he decided to not wear his uniform during the travel to the camp like many others, wearing a pair of jeans and a comfortable looking black hoodie.

Your mouth water at the sight as he strips his pants off, stripping everything except the white shirt he had underneath his hoodie. Your eyes zone on his cock, the tip an angry red as it points up to his stomach.

Yoongi sucked in a breath as his hands wrapped around his himself, pumping his length a couple of times before walking closer to the bed.

Before you could move, the male had his hand around your hip, easily flipping you onto your stomach. His warm hands rest on your back, pushing it down, making your ass stick up. His hands roughly push up your plaid skirt, and you silently think this somehow seems like a cheesy porn video of a schoolgirl getting fucked by their professor.

"Fuck, such a tight ass," Yoongi hisses as his lands onto your right cheek, the loud slap of skin and the flash of maiming making you yelp. After the first hit, Yoongi's palm runs over the flesh, kneading it to soothe the pain.

"Are you ready for my cock, baby girl? Can your tight pussy take me in?" You hold back a moan as you hear the nickname he doesn't often use along with the weight of his length laying on your ass.

You nod feverishly, looking over your back as you send a pleading look at Yoongi who seemed almost as fucked out as you.

"Use your words doll, or I won't know," Yoongi mocks, his eyes gleaming a tad bit sadistically as he watched you desperately buckled against him.

"Please, sir! Please fill me up, please. I want to feel you," you're partially sobbing now, trying to slip him in as you felt the head of him teasing your entrance.

Yoongi huffs, his own breath labored from holding himself back, his hands gripping your waist enough to leave bruises. "Don't worry baby, I'll fuck you and fill you up real good. Something those little high school boys can never do like a real man," he doesn't waste another second as he slips into you, your slick efficiently providing enough lubricant for the movement to go smoothly.

You mouth slacks as your drop your forehead into the pillow, burying your face in the soft material as Yoongi bottomed out, his girth stretching you out so beautifully your whole body felt alive.

"Fuck," Yoongi cursed, his hands trembling as your warmth sucked every inch of his cock in, the pulsating walls of you making his breath quicken. "I missed this pussy," he cooed as he runs his hand over your back, before brushing your hair to one side of your shoulder.

With that he pulled out, his head barely staying inside before he plunged in, the bed creaking at the movement.

"You're so fucking tight and warm," Yoongi mumbled as he slammed himself into you again, your body lurching forward at his strength. You cried out in pleasure, a mantra of his name leaving your lips in pleas.

One particular thrust made you see stars, "oh my god," you gasp, Yoongi adjusting his hips as he grinned widely, realizing he has found the spot.

Both of his hands find purchase on your hips as he plows into you, the equal part of pain and pleasure making tears come to the corner of your eyes. His pelvis hitting your asscheeks sounds wet and filthy because of your arousal, his speed increasing as he rammed himself into you, not caring about how your arms could no longer hold yourself up.

The pillow muffled your moans and cries, and you know that it's gonna be a struggle to walk regular tomorrow morning.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're doing so well," Yoongi's able to growl out through his gritted teeth one of his hands finding their way between your legs, flicking your clit. "Is my little slut going to come soon?" He crooned, watched as you grasped the bed sheets with your knuckles turning white.

You respond with a choked moan, everything being too much, the pleasure being too overwhelming to even form proper words.

And one particular rub on your clit is what you need to unravel. With a silent scream, you come undone, your velvet walls spazzing around Yoongi, tightening around his length.

Yoongi moans at the feeling, his own hair beginning to stick to his forehead because of sweat as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his strokes becoming slow and uneven.

With his own strangled groan, he released into you, coating your inside white with his cum that leaked as he pulled out.

You panting, your whole body feels like gelatin. Your thighs quiver as you pressed your face into the pillow, too tired to move.

You shudder as you feel Yoongi's cum leak out of you in thick globs, running down your thigh. You don't even realize that Yoongi was gone until he returns, a wet towel in his hand.

He paused as he stands at the end of the bed, groaning at the sight, "shit, that's hot," he mumbled to himself before gently running the towel between your legs, cleaning you up, not forgetting to take his ribbon off of your hand, freeing your wrists from each other.

Your eyes are barely open when Yoongi climbs into bed, pulling you into his arm after covering the two of you.

"I missed doing that," you mumble sleepily, nuzzling your head into the side of your lover's neck.

Yoongi chuckles and rolls his eyes at your words, mumbling a "me too," before planting a kiss at your temple.

"By the way, what time is it?" You questioned, too lazy to look at the clock.

Yoongi's confused by your question but answers anyways after pulling out his phone. "1:46?"

"You know that in less than five hours we have to wake up and they're forcing us to go kayaking for half the day?"

Both of you chorused a groan.

"Fuck, we're too old for this."