Alana averts her distracted gaze from Yoongi's smirk with one of her own, shaking her head and resuming to scroll her fingertip on her iPad's screen.

"You know what you're doing. Staring hella hard." she blushes, attempting to comprehend whatever she is reading. She actually intended to get some work done here, unlike other people.

"I'm just looking at you. I can't do that now?" He feigns, reaching over her notes to grab another fry. For reasons seemingly out of her control, Alana's eyes follow the deep-fried morsel as it travels through the air. It wasnt that she was hungry. At least not for french fries.

Yoongi pops it his mouth and holds it between his teeth when he notices Alana's attention. With a sly smirk, he uses his tongue to pull the fry between his lips until it disappears in his mouth. He chews on it slowly, as if he were savoring the starchy salted flavor. At her silence, he lifts his brows expectantly.

"Not like that." Alana muses and Yoongi chuckles.

"Like what??"

"Like you wanna eat me.." Alana says to herself, her wordless response being the way her eyes dropped back to his lips.

A knowing look comes over him and Alana wishes she could ignore it. But she couldn't.

It was as if he knew what was on her mind and was absolutely milking it. Similar to how he was acting that day months ago in his dorm, jokingly offering to worship her with his tongue until she came, since no one else ever did. As if that's what friends were for.

Ok, maybe he didn't say it like that but that's what was implied. It was also the image she had in her mind for weeks after. While back then she was sure he was only joking,(debatable, because who just says stuff like that? ), there was a hint of humor in his eyes. Unlike now.

"You're looking at me like you want something." Alana opts to say with a cheekily.

"Am I?" his voice deepened, his eyes lowering to her lips while taking another fry between his teeth.

Despite communication flowing consistently between them all weekend, Yoongi and Alana hadn't seen each other since Saturday. It didn't seem intentional, but there was an unspoken agreement to kind of allow things to breathe between them a little bit.

Despite their intentions, it did nothing to ease the tension. Especially with his unsubtle 'warning' clinging to her brain with a Gorilla Glue grip.

"Now whose staring?" Yoongi smirks, snapping Alana out of her daze. She rolled her eyes before kissing her teeth, resisting the urge to smile as she resumed writing.

"You're annoying and distracting." she lowers her gaze, returning it to her notebook.

"Now stop playing around. You know you're not gonna want to do this later and I'm not helping you with it last minute. And stop eating my fries!" She fussed, picking up her pen and scribbling some formula down. She could sense Yoongi pouting beside her but she didn't pay it any mind, even if she was fighting every urge in her to look.

"You don't even want em. And that shits not even due till next week," he grumbles and Alana crinkles her nose at his excuse.

"And? You know you're a serial procrastinator."

Yoongi scoffs, his gaze traveling aimlessly across the caf.

"I could name like..10 things I would rather be doing than Stats right now. You wanna hear em?" he picks up another fry rebelliously but Alana keeps her focus trained on her work, really not caring about the fries since they were half gone anyway.

"Nope." She shakes her head, popping the 'p' for emphasis, scribbling away.

"Yeah you do." he grins, chewing.

"No, I don't. Like I said, I'm not helping you later because I already told you.." she says sternly. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Alana as she wrote, studying her profile and the way she was even cuter to him when she was annoyed. And while part of him wanted to keep picking with her, the conscientious side of him knew focusing on homework would be more beneficial.

He sighed heavily as he moved to close the space between them. Without warning, he scooted over the cushioned seat until Alana felt trapped in the curve of the booth.

They were already sitting pretty close to each other but now she felt the warmth of his body as he leaned into her, setting the tiny butterflies in her tummy into a frenzy.

When she turned to look at him, his attention panned between her iPad and her neatly written notes. It seemed like he was actually interested in what he was looking at until he turned to her, that stupid smirk curling his lips.

"Is it hard?" Yoongi perks his brow, his voice deep and barely audible above the muffled afternoon buzzing around them. The reflection of his stare glinted in the lenses of Alana's glasses and her lips parted in a resigned sigh. She blinks at him for a second, her brain digesting the context of his question vs what her body heard.

😻: is what hard?😏

"No, not to me.." she admits and Yoongi hums in response, frowning thoughtfully as he looks back down at the iPad.

"It's just kind of loud in here. I thought I could focus better than this." She adds. Yoongi nods in agreement.

"Feel that. Wanna get outta here then? We can work on it at the dorms." He tilts his head and squints at her notes.

"Which dorm? Mine or yours?" she furrows her brow and Yoongi shrugs his shoulder.

"Don't matter. All my books are at mine though."

Of course, they were.

His nonchalance gave nothing away but he wasn't slick. This was probably the boldest and most flirtatious she'd ever seen him, and they were in public. What temptation would she be facing if they were in the confines of his cozy private dorm with nothing but time, space, and opportunity to act on everything she'd been imagining?

As casual as his suggestion was, Alana swallows down the lust in favor of rationality.

"Oh it don't matter, huh?" She teases, pulling a guilty laugh from Yoongi's chest.

"What?"

"What?.." she mocks him, snatching the latest fry from his hand and tossing it in her mouth. With a big sigh, she closes her notebook and looks over at him.

"I'll be no less distracted in your room than I would be in here." She huffs. Yoongi furrows his brow as she begins nudging her study material away a few inches, then removing her glasses soon after.

He watched her carefully rub over her eyes with infatuation, leaning his head to the side and inching himself closer to her.

"Then why not yours? Think you'll be distracted there too?" He lifts his brow, his fingertips skimming over the edge of Alana's iPad before looking over at her. Heat radiated between them, their faces less than an inch apart as they locked eyes, and Alana's next breath escaped her slowly.

He was so close that everything around them faded out of focus. It even felt as if the lights had dimmed a little at that exact moment. Or maybe it was just Yoongi's presence eclipsing everything, including her.

"You and these obvious ass questions." she smiles, provoking Yoongi's gaze to return to her lips. If he leaned forward, he'd be making good on his promise to not hold back. He could practically feel her tongue in his mouth as he thought about it, his imagination skipping ahead to them getting lost in each other's kiss. But this wasn't the backseat of his Sonata and Yoongi wasn't the type to be so forward in a public space.

He remains still, keeping his voice low and his eyes lower. "Naw, what's obvious is you avoiding the answer."

"I'm avoiding the problem." Alana jabs playfully. Yoongi tilts his head, slightly impressed by the witty comeback.

"What the problem?" he smirks. The deadpanned look she gives him is as expected as it is adorable, and Yoongi's smile widens naughtily. Sparing their surroundings a quick scan, Yoongi moves towards Alana unsubtly.

"So you think while you're tryna do your work, I'm gonna be all on you like this?" He leans in, sliding his arm between her and the back cushion to pull her closer. Alana gasps at the semi-aggressive way he handled her just now but has no time to question it when she feels the side of his face pressed against her cheek.

"Boy what are you.." she giggles, her words tapering at the softness of his lips against her skin.

"..kissing on you like this?" he whispers with a soft grin against her ear, the tip of his nose tracing the shell of it. His lips graze the space just below her earlobe and Alana shudders, biting her lip.

She wanted to tell him to stop.

Simply because this was more PDA than she'd ever been comfortable with in the middle of the damn caf. Not that anyone would see them way back here. In hindsight, it was most likely why Yoongi was so cool with Alana choosing the seating. If anyone could see them, they wouldn't care to pay much mind to a canoodling couple in the corner when food was all they were here for.

She also couldn't get a grip on this bolder and more touchy side of Yoongi that she'd unlocked.

She wasn't mad at it though...

"Yoongi.." she sighs, partially in warning, and a soft responsive hum vibrates in his throat. A hand sneaks over Alana's knee underneath the table and rests over the two-finger width hole in her jeans as satin lips pecked her neck. His tongue sneaks over her skin teasingly, hitting a ticklish spot and making her squeal. Defensively, Alana's hand went to his chest and pushed him gently, and he reluctantly gave in with a drawn-out sigh.

"Alright alright...." he pulls back, licking his lips. His tone was bashful, as was his expression, but something about him responding correctly to her body language activated something inside of her.

"My ba.." he begins to say as he's about to put some space between them when Alana abruptly leans forward and captures his parted lips in a kiss.

If it startled him, she wouldn't know it based on the way he melted into her. If anyone was watching, oh well. They'd just just have to see. There wasn't a crime against kissing in a quiet corner, was it? This wasn't high school and neither of them were kids.

Thoughts that were dismissed just as soon as they were born in Alana's mind as languid lips moved against each other a quiet dance of push and pull.

Yoongi's hand remained resting on Alana's knee, but the subtle way his fingers sneaked between the distressed threads had her pulse quickening. His hand was wider than hers of course, so when his index and middle finger lodged in the tear, his thumb moved over and stroked her inner thigh. Alana felt her body reacting to Yoongi's touch like water responds when a pebble drops into it. Ripples of need spread all over her, stemming from her center.

She was sure that if they weren't in the caf if they were alone, a lot more would happen. And she would allow it.

Just as she could feel his tongue sliding into her mouth, Alana moved back just an inch, remembering where they were.

Their breaths mingled for a moment and she smiled at the subdued look on Yoongi's face with amusement.

Well, at least it wasnt just her feeling the heat.

Their eyes finally meet and Yoongi exhales a chuckle through his nose, the tip of his tongue rolling against his cheek.

"See? Distracting." Alana tilted her head as he had just seconds before, trying to keep from looking at his lips. She could smell her peppermint lip gloss on them.

Yoongi shakes his head as he bites down on his sheepish smile.

"I do see." He chuckles, and Alana in turn giggles beside him.

"Mmhmm. Figured. So, homework."

"Right. Uuuuhm..How about the library then? I can get my books and meet you in a study room later." He suggests, unsubtly slipping his fingers from the hole in her jeans. Alana resisted the pout trying to form as she nodded in agreement.

"Library it is. I'll be there."

"To study." She adds for clarity. Yoongi squints at her with scrutiny, leaning away from her.

"Duh? You think ima try to pull something in a library?" He bluffs, knowing Alana would call it.

"You might." She perks her brow, stacking her notebook and iPad to be stowed in her bag when her phone vibrates against the table. The lights up with her suitemate's contact photo. She answers the call, shooting Yoongi a semi-cautious look before speaking.

"Hey Mo."

"Hey. Where you at?
Im in the caf but I don't see you."

Alana's eyes widen at the question and they immediately begin scanning the cafeteria. Yoongi frowned at her change in demeanor, glancing around with mild caution.

"Uh, I'm in the back. Where the bigger booths are."

"Oooh ok. That's why I can't find you.
Here I come."

The moment she hangs up, Alana turns to Yoongi with serious eyes.

"You gotta go. I can text you about the homework.."

"Why?"

"Because Mo is on her way and she's nosey and observant and you're here smelling like my lips," Alana states plainly on a hurried breath. At the sentiment, Yoongi perts his lips to inhale the minty scent in confirmation, his mouth shrugging in acceptance shortly after.

"So?"

"So? You gotta go!" She flashes an exasperated smile, gently pushing Yoongi's shoulder so that he scoots over. He barely moves an inch before stopping, still not understanding why he had to leave.

"But I don't see what that has to do with.........Oooh."

Alana tenses as realization hits him, a sly smirk creeping over his kissburned lips.

"She doesn't know we kissed." he drawls, perking a brow. Alana's eyes widened as she gaped, struggling to find any response other than the truth. Ultimately, she accepts her fate with a relenting sigh.

"No. She doesn't."

"Hmm." Yoongi pouts and Alana mirrors his confusion.

" 'Hmm' what? What is 'hmm' ?"

"Nothing. I just didn't know what happened between us was a secret. I mean I haven't said anything but I aint a kiss-and-tell type of dude. Its different for me.." He shrugs, scooting another inch from where Alana was seated, something about it feeling off.

"But if it's that important for our friends not to know about a kiss then.." he mutters dejectedly. Feeling his slight emotional withdrawal, she rolls her eyes before reaching for his wrist, keeping him where he was.

"Don't do that. It's not a secret. I'm just being petty. Me and Jade have been on Mochii's head over her man shenanigans and I know she's gonna jump at the chance to get payback once she knows this.."

"You'd probably deserve it.." Yoongi mutters at her pause and Alana gives him a gingered look.

"Shut up." she glowers, looking away to spot her suitemate cutting through the crowd in their direction. They make eye contact, Alana giving her a tight-lipped smile before turning back to Yoongi.

"I'll tell her. Just not right now. I'd like to keep it between us for at least a few more days, is all." She assures him. Internally, Yoongi relaxes, his relief manifesting as a humorously confused smile.

Before he can respond, Alesha finds them in their distant booth. She seemed huffy and out of breath as she approached them, her jacket tied around her waist, her toffee brown skin glistening with sweat, and her curly hair pulled back from her face. She discards her car keys and bag on the table carelessly before plopping down on the end of the cushioned bench.

"Hey Yall. Whew. Its hot. For it to be September, it is HOT. Yall not hot? It was cool this morning but the sun just popped out with an attitude and now I got one." she exhales, the bead of sweat streaming down the side of her face a clear indicator.

"Oof. Wassup Mo." Yoongi greets her, not making any moves towards putting distance between himself and Alana now. He'd moved over a smidge, enough for it to not look sus, but Alana felt the way his knee bumped against hers underneath the table. When he nudged her, Alana's eyes cut to his guilty smirk before looking at her friend.

"Hey girl. You alright? You look burnt out." she says, Alesha chuckling sardonically at the observation. She surprisingly doesn't seem to notice the awkward tension as she's too caught up fussing and shedding the thin jacket from her waist.

"Girl, I am. And then...I guess there's some type of event or some shit they're setting up for by the arena. They got all the streets blocked off so I had to walk all the way around just to get to the damn Student Center. I couldn't get lunch at that Poke Bowl place because when I called, the girl said they were out of fucking tuna. Glad I did that because then I would have wasted gas. So it's just fuck Mochii today, I guess."She completes her rant with the toss of her balled-up jacket beside her.

"Damn.." Alana blanches, and she and Yoongi exchange another quick look. Alesha slumps back into the cushiony booth seat with a long sigh, rubbing her eyes.

"Im sorry...I'm just in a mood today." She mutters pitifully. Alana pokes her lips out in a show of empathy.

"Don't be sorry, it's cool. So you still haven't eaten?" She asks and Alesha shakes her head.

"Naw but its ok. I can see what they have in here. Anyway...What yall doing?" she looks over at them, showing no reaction to how close the two were sitting.

"Homework." Yoongi smirks and Alesha makes a face.

"Meh..I was hoping you'd have a more interesting answer. Seems like all I can think about is homework."

"I know what you mean.." Yoongi replies dryly, his hand sneakily slotting back into the hole in Alana's jeans. They venture slightly deeper than before, brushing over her skin slowly. She perks up in response as if she were shocked by static.

"So! Mochii. Speaking of homework. How's the project going?" She asks with forced enthusiasm, her tone garnering a curious look from Alesha before she answers.

"It's going. We collected all the data for the forecast predictor and now we're just building the application from scratch. A lot is done, I'm just over it. Ready to present and be done. It's due in a couple of weeks." She grunts softly as she leans over to pull her phone from her back pocket. As she checked a message and tapped out a quick reply, Alana remained motionless under Yoongi's less-than-innocent touch rubbing in and out of the hole, his short nails scratching her skin teasingly while maintaining a nonplussed expression.

Oh yeah, she was in trouble.

"I feel that. It's good that your partner is pulling his weight." Alana says distractedly as she sneaks a look under the table at Yoongi's hand. It stills the second her gaze touches it and he smirks.

"Yeah, thats rare. I hate group projects." He adds to the conversation guiltlessly. Alesha nods in acknowledgment of their input with another resigned sigh.

"Yeah, everything's cool. We get along so.." she shrugs, seeming to be done with the topic.

"Anyway. Food. What y'all eat? All you got was fries Lana?" Alesha cranes her neck to peer into the shallow red-striped basket of fry bits and salt. Yoongi slyly removed his hand from Alana's thigh and she was grateful since Alesha could have easily spotted the way his arm was angled suggestively under the table.

She realizes he hasn't done it for her benefit when he's using that hand to pull out his phone. As he read and responded to a text with a pinched brow, Alana nodded her head at Alesha's question.

"Yeah, but I wasnt that hungry. He ate most of them." she tips her head towards a still-distracted Yoongi, and Alesha snorts.

"Greedy ass. Well, I guess I'll go up there and see before they shut everything down." she turns from them to crane her neck to see if there is a long line. As she did, Alana's attention whips back to Yoongi as he began scooting away from her.

"Where you going?" Alana turned to him as she left her side as if she just wasn't trying to get him to leave a few seconds ago. Yoongi's attention drops to his phone again as he shouldered his backpack strap.

"Got a text from Joon asking me to go check on Hobi dumb ass. Apparently, he got fucked up Saturday and had to be dragged back to his room."

"Hmm..Deja vu..." Alesha mutters blankly, still contemplating whether she wants to stand in line for cafeteria-style food or not. Alana shoots a tiny scowl her way before softening her eyes up at Yoongi.

"Is he ok?" She asks and he nods.

"Yeah, he straight. I'll just pop in and see what's up with him. Let me know when you wanna meet at the library. I don't have practice till 5."

"I will." she smiles, trying to keep the little stars from forming in her eyes just in case Alesha is paying attention. Yoongi carelessly gives Alana a smooth wink before exiting the booth, tapping his knuckle against the table to summon Alesha's distracted gaze.

"Be easy Mo. Get you something to eat.." he smirks at her. Alesha paid him a half-felt smile of acknowledgment as he turned away.

"Will do, Big Dawg," she mutters.

"Yeah. Ask Lana about what I fed her Saturday." he tosses over his shoulder as he made his swift exit away from the booth and through the swelling lunch crowd. Alana's eyes widen and she freezes like that lady on Couple's Court, but she quickly schools her features since she has an audience.

"What he say?" Alesha scrunches her nose. Alana laughs pointlessly, batting a dismissive hand in the direction Yoongi went.

"Girl Iont know...he stupid." She tapers off, all too ready to change the subject, her exaggerated face of annoyance hopefully stalling the wheels from turning in her friend's mind. Unfortunately for her, it only takes Alesha 5 seconds to piece it all together.

Between their unusual closeness when she approached the table, the way Alana squirmed beside him whenever Yoongi spoke, and the suspicious shine and devilish smirk maintained on his lips the entire time she was there, the sizzle of a light bulb popping on above Alesha's head has Alana groaning.

"You bitch.." Alesha grins, all previous attitudes and fatigue shifting to interest. Alana's eyes are already on the ceiling, mumbling how she should have known Yoongi's ass was gonna pull something slick and all the ways he was gonna pay for it later.

"Mo.." she begins, keeping her gaze upward.

"Naw naw..You bitch. I knew something was up when you came home all late Saturday and didn't say shit about it the next morning."

"Ima beat his ass..." Alana mumbled to the ceiling again in a sigh, already knowing her friend was reeling and preparing to grill her. Which was fair, considering how she and Jade gave her a hard time at Joe's.

"Mmhmm..So what he feed you? Dick?" Alesha scoots deeper into the booth, propping her elbow on the table. Alana chokes on her spit at the crudeness of the question, failing to keep herself from laughing.

"What? No.........just lips." she tucks her chin sheepishly, kind of hoping Alesha didn't hear the last bit.

Of course she did though.

"Oh? So yall keeesed...okay, okay.."Alesha drawls in some accent she invented just then, scooting closer.

"Ya'know, I had a feeling something happened. From the way you floated in hella late, I just knew it."

"You aint know shit. I heard you snoring as soon as I opened the door." Alana muses with a teasing, settling into her seat in surrender and folding her arms over her chest.

"Naw that was ya mama. Anywho..I need details. Where was yall at? What was yall talking about? Who went in first? Was there tongue?" fingers fan in Alana's direction, as well as lashes. The two just stare at each other for a moment, both with differing grades of expectance on their faces.

"And this was why I didn't wanna say nothing. This right here" Alana shook her head after the beat, fighting back her amusement as she slipped her study materials into her bag.

"Oh please. As if you two could have kept it a secret. I saw it all in Yoongi's face when I sat down. Its hilarious. There have been bets made about you two getting together since last semester and I need you to confirm everything so I can get my monies. So spill it." Alesha rambles on, wishfully coaxing the tea from Alana with the flick of her fingers.

"Go ahead. I'm listening." she beams. Alana's head snapped up as she zipped her bag closed.

"Hold on. Bets? Who was betting, bitch? And for how much?" she frowns. Sure, the tension and mild flirting between the two of them garnered lots of amused looks and comments from their peers, but to the point where it was being betted on? Alesha shushes her again with another dismissive wave.

"Don't worry bout all that. Answer
my questions first.." she snickers, dropping her smize to her vibrating phone in her lap.
Jade's contact filled the screen.

"Dammit. Hold that thought HoochiLana..Hey J, what's up?"

"Hey! I thought you were getting food at the mall...Im up here now." Jade's voice is haloed by the sounds of commotion and echoed music, confirming where she is. A pained look crosses Alesha's face at the realization of her telling Jade she'd be there earlier.

"Aw damn. Jade Im so sorry. I forgot I mentioned it to you. The damn place I had my mouth set on was outta damn tuna!"

"Bitches." Jade tsks. The sounds around her change, the volume of the music becoming less concentrated as she exits the store she was perusing.

"Girl. So yeah, I made a last-minute decision to just come back on campus. I can still meet you up there though. Me and Lana just in the caf now." Alesha shoots Alana a side eye, which is met with a sweet smile and erect middle finger that makes her laugh.

"Yeah? What yall over there doing?" Jade asks, sounding distracted as the heels of her boots click over the shiny white marble mall flooring. Alesha doesn't respond immediately, her gaze on her suitemate darkening with her Cheshire grin. Alana's brow lifts curiously at Alesha's suggestive look.

"Oooh nothing, Lana was just finna tell me what Yoongi's mouth taste like.." she answers casually, barely able to hold back her snickering at the sound of Jade gasping through the phone.

"aaaand that'll do it! Good day, Jade, wherever you are. Fuck yew Mochii." Alana snatches up her bag and quickly slides away from Alesha and out of the booth.

"Nah, don't run! I know where you live!" Alesha called after her as she stood, flipping another quick bird behind her before leaving Alesha alone at the table.

She watches Alana exit the cafeteria with that same grin splitting her face, relaxing against the back cushioning with a satisfactory sigh.