"I have to get to class, Taehyung." I panted for air, sucking in my chest so I could inch out. He smirked.

"That's not the only sound you'll make." He said, licking his already plump lips. Noticing I was staring at them, I quickly averted my eyes to my hands, which were trembling at my sides. I didn't want to let him see my attraction to him. Taehyung's dark eyes followed mine to my hands and he grabbed them, holding them above my head so I definitely wouldn't be getting to class soon.

"T-taehyung...please let me go." I said with a slight whimper. Damn stutter.

"That's hyung to you." He said, pushing me harder against the wall and I moaned again as his hips met mine. He smirked, grinding them again against mine.

"H-hyung...please d-don't." I stuttered out, meeting his eyes finally. He licked his lips and leaned in, our shared breaths both hot. He ignored my plea, eyes fixed on my mouth.

"You never look at me in class." He said, still staring at my lips like they betrayed him.

"W-what? Hyung, I-"

"Am I that disgusting to you?" He asked, finally meeting my eyes. His glance left me feeling naked. He leaned closer, his mouth barely grazing mine. I gasped, jerking my legs under the weight of his hips pushing harder.

Taehyung POV

I shoved my hips against his, hoping for a reaction, whether it was on his face or between his muscular legs. He moaned, and I smirked. He's so sexy when he does that...I thought, biting his ear gently and earning another moan from Jungkook.

Suddenly he shoved me away, saying loudly.

"T-taehyung! S-stop it!" His stutter was adorable, but I was miserable. He was rejecting me. But then he said. "You don't know how much I've been crushing on you, then you come and push me around acting like you like me back!" He panted out, breathless and blushing madly. I stared for a second, then burst out laughing, shoving him back against the lockers, and putting my face a few inches from his cute mouth.

"Kookie...you don't understand at all." I said into his ear, then kissing a trail down his powerful neck. He whimpered, his hands grabbing at the back of my shirt like I was his lifeline.

"Fuck, Hyung..."