It was hot.
Really, really hot.
The heat of the clumped bodies all dancing and pumping their fists into the air when the bass dropped made Namjoon sweat heavily, and yet when he looked over at Seokjin, the werewolf was barely breaking a sweat. His focus was the flashing lights that were flashed onto the walls and ceilings, and occasionally, Namjoon heard Seokjin whine and stick a hand out to attempt to catch the lights, like a dog with a laser, but the teacher caught himself and looked back down. Only to look up at the lasers again.
Namjoon made a mental note to buy a laser pen and see what Seokjin would do with it.
"It's hot," Namjoon yelled over the beating bass and he pointed outside. Seokjin blinked and nodded as Namjoon made his way out of the dance floor and Seokjin followed, hands in his pockets. "Seokie can you buy me some water?"
Seokjin nodded, ruffling his sweaty hair and padding away to grab his adorable human some water.
"Seokie?" A girl beside them echoed with disgust when Seokjin was out of earshot. "Uhm, he's not yours. If anything, Tiffany's the one that'll be able to swoon Mister Kim into liking her." Namjoon turned to look at the owner of the voice and blinked in surprise. It was just one of the girls that were always busy flirting with Seokjin...
Namjoon flushed, nodding quietly as the girl continued to yap on about how sexy Mister Kim was, and how she could imagine his kisses would be legendary, (which they were), and then when she started talking about his dick size Namjoon tuned her out. He was suddenly worried. Tiffany was the Korean-American transfer student. She had taken a liking to Seokjin immediately when she came, and with her good looks and sexy body, Namjoon suddenly felt like a blob of pudding compared to her.
Am I stupid? Of course Seokjin would choose her over me once he sees her...he'd drop me as a 'future mate' and take her to his camp instead of me. He drooped and pouted. I wish I was prettier, like her.
"Joonie sweetheart, here's your water."
Namjoon looked up and the girl beside them gasped scandalously. She had heard Seokjin call Namjoon sweetheart and the alarms were blaring in her head. The girl jumped to her feet, and ran off to find Tiffany, her heels clacking obnoxiously as she found the transfer student and instantly began to report like some sort of servant.
"Kim Namjoon?" Tiffany echoed. "That lanky, tall boy? Are you sure? Mister Kim's not gay. I heard Park Jimin is his cousin, and Namjoon's friends with him. Maybe he was just referring to him as sweetheart like a friendly way, y'know? Mister Kim does have sugar daddy vibes, maybe he just has a habit of calling people pet names."
The girl shook her head. "But, Tiffany, before that, Namjoon called Mister Kim, Seokie. He has a pet name back for him!"
Tiffany and her group of gals gasped. "No way. Mister Kim can't be gay!"
"He might be turning into a faggot!" The girl snapped at Tiffany and Tiffany glowered. "You have to make your moves on him, now! Go!" The girl pushed Tiffany towards Seokjin, who was walking outside of the school. They all saw Namjoon wave back at Seokjin and walk back into the dance hall, and Tiffany pulled up her dress by the top part and huffed.
So that's how Seokjin found himself outside of the school with the Tiffany girl trying to strike up conversation with him. Namjoon had found Jimin and had started to dance with him, because Taehyung was too exhausted to walk any longer in the uncomfortably tight dress shoes. He preferred being barefoot, but he knew that wouldn't be a normal thing among humans, so he just sipped some water and sat, watching his pregnant mate sway and dance with Namjoon.
Seokjin placed his cigarette between his lips and blew out. He had picked up smoking from his mother, and although she was dead now, he remembered the smell of her pipe and Seokjin had grown accustomed to it. He was leaning his head against the walls of the school, reminiscing those moments when he heard a timid voice beside him.
"Uhm, Mister Kim?"
Seokjin turned to see a girl he had seen around the school. He stared at her, eyes flitting from her high heels to her huge breasts that were basically overflowing from her strapless dress. She was beautiful, no doubt, and up closer she was even more dazzling. But Seokjin only had eyes for one person, and that was Namjoon.
"Yes?" Seokjin hid the cigarette beside his chest. Even though half the school knew he smoked, because he was such a hot topic at the school due to his good looks, he still didn't want any of the students seeing it. Although, all the students did comment on how hot it was.
Well, maybe except for Namjoon. Seokjin had seen him reading web comics with some hot athletic dude smoking and Namjoon had squealed when the cartoon character came out shirtless, so that's why he had begun to be shirtless around Namjoon, flustering the student into a red blushing mess. "Do I know you? You're not in any of my classes, I don't think."
"Y-yes, I'm not." The girl's voice was soft, and Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "I've transferred here a week ago from America, and I couldn't help but...but feel something when I saw you, Mister Kim." She bit her lip, and something in Seokjin stirred. Like a tug, some sort of force telling him to...
"Oh?"
"My name is Tiffany." She sounded slightly breathless. "I saw you here and...and I did some naughty things thinking about you..."
Seokjin smirked as the girl sidled up to him and she placed a hand tentatively on his chest. When he didn't protest, Tiffany gathered up the courage and slide her hands down to his crotch and Seokjin rolled his eyes. Tiffany gasped when she simply felt how big Seokjin was and she looked up shyly, cheeks pink.
But she didn't look as dazzlingly mesmerizing as Namjoon did when he looked up at Seokjin.
"I imagined I had you in between my lips." Tiffany whispered, playing with the belt of Seokjin's pants. "And you were calling me a good girl, spanking me...oh."
Seokjin pulled her up by her arms, making her eye to eye level with him and he licked his lips. Tiffany gulped, eyes lustful, and Seokjin let out a growling laugh that sent shivers down her spine. He spun her around and pressed her plump ass to his crotch, and she whimpered and grinded back onto him. Seokjin watched with a raised eyebrow as she rubbed herself against him, and Seokjin grabbed her hips and slid his hands up her sides. She shivered, and Seokjin leaned down to kiss her neck, his tongue darting out to lap at her neck. Tiffany gasped and whimpered when Seokjin began to hump softly against her, and he spun her around so she was pinned up against the wall and Seokjin was kissing her.
Tiffany's eyes closed, and Seokjin's hands expertly went down between her legs to rub at her clit, slipping his hand into her underwear under her dress and feeling how wet she was.
The act was sexual, something that should never be done on school grounds.
But something was different about Seokjin.
Seokjin was hungry. Whether it was for sex, or for something else Tiffany obviously couldn't tell.
But nonetheless...
he had found his next meal.
