Taehyung was staring at the equations in front of him, unable to focus. The small black numbers and letters blurred after a second of staring at them and he had just tried to read that one line for the tenth time without success.

"What time is it?" he asked Junghan who was sprawled over his bed.

"Twenty minutes after midnight," his best friend mumbled, chewing on the blue pencil before sticking it into his hair like the other three. The long brown strands were bundled up into a messy ponytail and the nightstand's light illuminated his angelic features. Taehyung loved to play with his friend's hair, it calmed him down.

With a sigh he walked over to the big bed and let himself fall onto the mattress next to the other. Pencil by pencil he freed the beautiful hair from the uncommon hair needles and pulled off the strap to bury his hands in the silky waterfall. "I need your help," he admitted while combing his fingers through the tangled mess. Since he had handed out his text to Namjoon, his mind was constantly playing through all possible outcomes of his action, but he had been waiting for weeks now and nothing had happened.

"With what?" Junghan asked, still half-caught-up in studying.

"With the little game you started while we had that substitute in literature class," he said.

Now his friend's curious eyes were on him and a cocky grin lifted the corners of the soft lips. "And how may I be of help?" Of course, this evoked the leader's interest...

Taehyung took a deep breath. Until now he had shared all his secrets with his best friend, but he was not sure how Junghan would react to this one. "I continued writing this scene even after Ms. Lee came back. And when I thought it was perfect, I handed it in." The beauty's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I never got a reaction though."

"But you want one," Junghan concluded. "What kind of reaction do you expect?" The greatest actor of them all was in his element, and Taehyung wondered if it had been a good idea to tell his friend.

"I want him to want me," he whispered and held his breath. While writing the scene over and over again in his spare time, he had replayed all the small interactions of him and their student teacher. And with every new attempt his heart had beaten faster and harder. What he had delivered in the end had been a picture of his longing, a small desperate copy of reality.

Junghan's face spoke of surprise, but there was nothing else Taehyung could make out on the sculptured features. Scared he waited for a reaction.

"What did I get you into?" his friend asked after some seconds and sounded stunned rather than repelled.

Taehyung thought of the collection of toys that was hidden in his closet and felt a nervous tickle in his stomach. If Junghan knew...

But his face must have given something away, because before he knew it, his best friend was sitting on his stomach and fixating his wrists in the pillow. "Holy shit, Tae! What are you hiding from me?"

"N-nothing," Taehyung tried but failed terribly.

"I want to read that text," his friend demanded and let go of his wrists to cross his arms in front of his chest. "Show me."

Taehyung almost rolled his eyes, but, nevertheless, obeyed. "Top drawer of my desk."

Junghan jumped up and pulled open the drawer forcefully to get out the three sheets of paper. He was reading even before he had sat back onto the bed. Taehyung stared at him nervously while the ebony eyes ran over the filthy lines of his creation.

"Holy shit," Junghan whispered after a while and finally looked up to him. "What happened to my pure little puppy?" Then the beauty gestured at his crotch where the dress pants of their school uniform tented slightly. Taehyung gulped. Had his text really such an effect on others? He had been aware that he himself was not unaffected by it, but he had not been sure about other people.

Junghan's look changed into something darker. "Is it true? Did you try toys?" he asked curiously.

Taehyung nodded defeated. He had gone down the tempting way of salaciousness and had buried himself in vibration-stimulated arousal and silicone lust. Carelessly, he had painted his once snow-white mind crimson.

Junghan chuckled amused and let go of the papers to crawl on top of Taehyung. He could feel his friend's hard-on on his hip, but it did not affect him the way like imagining Namjoon on top of him did. A bad thought in this situation, he realized.

"Hani, what are you doing?" he asked when his friend leaned closer.

"You should go and ask for a comment on your text. Park got one when she handed in hers," the beauty said with a mischievous smile, and Taehyung tried to understand what his friend had suggested while blending out the foreign erection that was pressed against his lower stomach.

"You want me to confront him?" he asked, unsure if he could do that.

"Yes, but not just anywhere. You have to choose the right place for your little provocation."

Taehyung's lips formed into a grin when he understood.

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