CHAPTER 5

Question : what's your guys age?

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(Third person's pov)

"****! Will you hurry for ****'s sake! Class's gonna start soon!" The brunette groaned as he bucked his hips forward in a desperate attempt to reach his climax which for some unknown reasons, did not seem to be nearing.

The girl who was sucking him off, looked up, eyes filled of tears while she struggled to take in all of Jungkook's huge size in one go. The male was not helping by thrusting inwards at a rather rough pace. Soon enough, she got tired of the lad's shits and excessive demands and pulled away; not caring whether or not she was halting his supposed pleasuring experience.

"What the ****!?" He protested, glaring at the female with his imposing burning dark eyes. Jungkook looked like he was ready to throw her off the window even if he was not getting much pleasure from the lame blowjob. It was not the Kim Taehyung level of **** ***. Actually, nobody reached the younger's level in terms of sexual activities as per Jungkook. ****, he had to admit it, Taehyung was a sex god.

"I'm done with your shits Jeon, find some other slut to suck your ugly **** off!" The chick yelled while she battled to wipe away the saliva around her mouth and fix her physical appearance slightly.

Her reaction was completely logical. The boy wasn't what could be defined as gentle and caring but again, he treated all his flings like that and he made sure they understood it before proceeding further. All his flings, except Taehyung but that was a very unimportant detail.

He glanced at her angrily before pulling up his school's pants and watching as the girl shoved her middle finger in his face.

"**** off." Was the only thing he said before leaving the janitor's closet into which he had locked himself and the female for not more than ten minutes. Once he stepped out, he was greeted by the complete tumult of the school's corridors. A few juniors were running around stupidly, cursing and playing while the eldest students were resolved to hanging out with their friends next to their lockers and exchanging a few early morning gossips. Girls and boys walked around, everyone in their own little world.

The male looked around in search of a familiar face but he knew he would find none - during the short morning break they had to usually go to pee and gulp down some water, his group of friends would be outside the building; at the very back of the school premises, for specific illegal purposes.

He braved the crowded pathways; colliding with youngsters and giving them death glares instead of apologies to eventually reach his friends. The guys - Namjoon, Hoseok and Chan - were pressed against a brick wall in a rather deserted yard. The sun was still shy in the sky thus giving them a much required shade. Namjoon and Hoseok were busy with their phones which they were supposed not to use during school hours while Chan had gone to the extent of smoking; which, without having to mention it, was highly prohibited.

"It's like 10a.m and you're already smoking?" The younger teased as he approached.

"It's like 10a.m and you're already getting blowjobs?" Chan replied with equal sarcasm lacing his tone.

The geezers rolled their eyes before fist pumping each other in a chill and friendly atmosphere. Jungkook copied his eldest friends - he removed his phone from his pocket and pretended he had a life by scrolling through the usual social media with their typical high dose of guys and girls exposing too much skin.

It wasn't Jungkook's type really. The amount of skin displayed was the least of his likings but being entitled as the school's fuckboy made people blindly believe that was the case. He didn't quite enjoy sleeping with people here and there but he did anyways. It was the only way he had found to fill a void in his life.

If he thought hard enough, he did not have a particular type. He always believed he'd be happy with someone who'd be kind, helpful, maybe slightly shy, attaching, adorable, with an appealing and engaging personality. Looks was an important aspect too and he just wanted that person to simply have a cute and beautiful physical appearance. Nobody quite fitted in that category; at least, that was what he made himself believe. He knew no one who could categorise as his ideal type. Of course.

"How was the blowjob Jeon?" Hoseok queried while he was still busy typing away something on his phone.

The youngest scoffed, not wanting to confess that it was a catastrophic experience. He had a reputation to maintain.

"Was fine. I came quickly." He lied instead.

The others were too busy in their own little world to catch the lie, which was all at his advantage.

The foul smell of cigarette smoke was quick to fill the air; the scent however seeming not to disturb any of them except Jungkook who had to play it neutral in front of his friends. He watched the guys from the corner of his eyes, sadness quickly taking over. Despite the fact that they were standing together, nobody was providing the slightest effort to interact with the others. That had been so since the past few years - since sex, alcohol, drug, cigarettes and girls were involved. To summarise, they started falling apart when puberty kicked in.

The familiar sound of the bell broke them out of their seclusion. They exchanged exasperated looks while Hoseok and Chan debated upon bunking the next class. For the youngest, there was no way he would skip calculus for that was the only class he had with Taehyung. He knew the nerd would be disappointed if he did not show up. There was definitely no other reasons. Maybe to check out his perfectly firm *** but that was basically it. Maybe his cute boxy smile too...

"You heard me Jeon JK?"

"Huh? What?"

Chan glared at him with his drugged reddened eyes, giving him the are you fucking serious look while the quartet started making their way back inside. Realising that Jungkook really hadn't heard him, he repeated his sentence.

"I'm telling you, you've gotta smuggle in a few bottles of alcohol for me, the security guy already caught me twice and he now checks my bag each time I get in. You've got to do this for me JK."

It wasn't even a request, it was a straightforward order.

"I'm not bootlegging any shits for you Hyung." The youngest replied while he pushed open the back door giving way to chaos and loudness.

Pupils were rushing in all directions, trying their level best not to be late for class while those four dorks walked around with much ease and nonchalance. Some individuals gave them looks - they sure were very popular and everyone knew who they were; may it be people older or younger than them. Everyone knew they needn't mess with Chan and his gang. It was an unspoken rule among the student population. Some wanted to get in their pants, others wanted to be part of their group while the remaining simply disliked them. The third and first category contained the majority of individuals.

"JK, I can't live without Soju!" The wrecked boy yelled.

"Not my problem. I ain't getting anything in for you. Specially illicit stuffs." The other replied coldly.

Chan had brains but he didn't direct his intelligence the correct way. He had a well-planned scheme by asking Jungkook to get him alcohol. He knew that was a fight lost beforehand if he even tried asking the two others, but Jungkook was the youngest and a little bit easy to manipulate to be quite precise. Chan knew a few of his weaknesses and he used them to get his way around. Blackmail? Exactly.

"Jeon, I swear I'm gonna **** your *** if you deny me again!"

"I'm not gay!" The aforementioned pointed out. That wasn't exactly a lie. He wasn't gay. At least, not all the time. He was just a part-time gay.

"Ew, get a room already you two!" Hoseok exclaimed as he pulled the eldest of them by the fabric of his school jacket.

"I'm skipping calculus and Chan's not going to his economics class. We'll be in the library. Have fun." He added as he drew the said guy closer to him and away from the two other fellows. Soon, they disappeared among the crowd of students, leaving the brunette and the redhead to walk to their respective classes side by side.

The youngest was deeply grateful for what Hoseok had just done for him. He had excused him from an unnecessary confrontation; preventing Chan from pressurizing him into doing what he had demanded severely.

"You know Kook, if in the past you hadn't given in to a lot of Chanmin's fucked up requests, he wouldn't badger you that often. That's kind of your own fault if he keeps on bugging you to do shits for him." Namjoon wisely pointed out.

He was absolutely correct and Jungkook knew it. However, he chose to purposefully ignore the sentence, blaming it on the fact that he had reached his class which was already full.

"I'll see you later Joon..." He said as he waved the latter goodbye before stepping in.

To his relief, the teacher hadn't showed up yet. Out of instinct, the brunette searched for those raven hair and black framed glasses which he was so familiar with. As usual, the one he was looking for was seated at his customary place - second row, next to the window - with his best friend next to him. A best friend whom Jungkook knew quite a few stuffs about.

Park Jimin.

Everyone was aware that Jimin was pansexual and a little bit of a flirt. At first, the brunette seriously thought that Taehyung and Jimin were dating for the two were constantly all over each other. The rumour proved to be wrong when the elder started dating a girl from the volleyball team. Apparently, the couple did not last long and from what he knew, Jimin was currently single. Nevertheless, he still had his doubts concerning the pair's relationship. Nobody was that close and comfortable with one another if they didn't know the taste of each other's lips. ****, they were so close that at some point, Jungkook even suspected they slept together.

Taehyung's arm was thrown around his best friend's shoulders as he seemed to be laughing about something the latter had said. When his laughter died off and Jungkook had reached his habitual seat at the complete back of the classroom, the duo locked eyes. It was very brief to say the least before Taehyung was flipping around on his chair to look at the person seated behind him. The younger's hand reached over the table as he caressed softly the hair of the guy whom he was now facing. It was a boy whom Jungkook recognised, for he had enquired a bit about him earlier on when he saw his **** buddy hanging out with him quite often.

Min Yoongi.

18 years old.

From Daegu.

Apparent piano virtuoso from what music students were saying.

Jungkook already disliked him without even interacting with the latter. He just knew he would never be able to vibe with him; not when Taehyung was now pinching his chubby cheeks and shaking his head from right to left.

Jungkook couldn't comprehend what was so special about that Min Yoongi. He appeared like he was ready to sleep anytime soon and he had that arrogant and superior way of looking at people. Yoongi sort of reminded him of a softer and probably more easily approachable version of Chan. The aforementioned lad had a face which screamed arrogance and money, hence explaining why juveniles usually avoided interacting with him. Why would Taehyung hang out with someone that looked like a faintly better version of Chan?

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