"Polymers are split through hydrolysis," Taehee recited, her eyes never leaving the textbook that she held out in front of her.

Biology had never been her favourite subject in the world, but compared to chemistry, she had found it a dream. 

Whilst it was a popular career choice, her aspirations of becoming a doctor, just like her parents, had enforced the Kim girl into studying the subject as hard as she possibly could, and her results showed.

But as she continued to read off from the book, drilling the facts into her mind, the girl yelped as she felt a hand grab her wrist, pulling her into a room.

"What the- "

Her features began to relax by a fraction when she spotted blond hair that could only belong to one person. Park Jimin's plump lips met hers, and the textbook dropped from her hands, reaching for his locks as their bodies melted into one, desire, lust and everything else taking control of their consciousness.

It had only been ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity until Taehee had pulled back, gasping for air. 

He literally left her breathless.

Her shirt had been untucked, her skirt riding up higher than usual. The braid in which she had carefully tied her hair into that morning had been undone, and upon his wrist was her hairband. 

Both of their lips were swollen slightly, hues of pink and red, cheeks flushed.

"God, we shouldn't be doing this," Taehee murmered, all stress leaving her form as Jimin's hands ran up and down her own, relaxing her. "This is dangerous, if anyone sees this, they'll go straight to Tae- "

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy this as much as I did," He whispered, breathing heavily, catching his own breath.

"Of course I did," The girl bit her lips, eyes shutting when she felt his lips on her neck. "I enjoy this far too much, but if Taehyung catches us, we're dead,"

"He won't find out," The Park boy peppered kisses across her neck, leaving the girl feeling as though she would collapse from pure ecstasy. "This is our little secret,"

"As far as Taehyung knows, we're just friends,"

...

Friends.

Oh, how Kim Taehee had never hated the word so much until that moment. They'd had a wonderfully intense make-out session twice, and yet the boy still wanted to be friends.

At this point, the girl wondered whether they were friends-with-benefits, and whilst she was somewhat okay with the thought, she knew she wanted more.

She wanted to be his, and him to be hers.

But the time for deciding their relationship could come later, and ignoring her confusion, Taehee returned to her homework for her Korean Language class, grammer, vocabulary and essays filling her mind as she returned to the school mindset.