Chapter 21: Monologue Performance

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January 28 of 2019.

In the hallways of SKFSA university, Park Jimin along with Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung walked down in direction of Kim Seokjin's classroom, their attires screamed We're fucking famous bitches. Jimin's clothing consisted of a black Saint Laurent tee, black slacks, a pair of black Gucci laced up boots and a burgundy colored beanie while he held a styled blue jacket wrapped around his waist. His fringe was parted in the middle of his forehead and the pair of black sunglasses he wore rested on the tip of his nose. "Your fangirls are wild." He muttered to Taehyung and Jungkook whose expressions were smug.

"I only have eyes for you Jimin-ssi. Don't forget that."

Jungkook's rosy lips shimmered with their wetness and their color stood out with the wine red sweater he wore. His silver piercings decorated his ears giving him the audacity to continue overstepping his bounds as a bias wrecker to some of the girls that watched from afar. "Just because I'm okay with both of you dating," Taehyung whispered dating. "does not mean I want to watch you flirt all day." He rolled his eyes and combed his silk brown locks back to let them messily cover his forehead as he exhaled a breath inside the white mask covering his face from half an inch below his eyes to a little below his chin.

The eldest actor wore an oversized khaki tee shirt, long oversized sweatpants and a pair of Sk8-hi 38 Vans. "What I put up with daily." Taehyung's black round glasses were at their peak of giving a boy in the corner a heart attack. "Back off Kim." Jungkook chuckled as he brushed his hand with Jimin's, their fingers almost completely making contact with each others. "I hate to interrupt your PDA, but if we make it to the headlines because of your carelesness, I'm going to break a neck. I don't want another scandal to happen." The tallest continued walking. The memories of a dating scandal involving him and Jimin a few weeks after they first met was still lingering in his mind; the first scandal that only went away after three to five months.

"Chill Tae. We've been out in public before." Jimin continued walking until he spotted Seokjin's classroom a few feet away. "Okay, if I start crying because of a scene I'm allowing one of you to pinch me." The writer excitedly said as he clapped his hands once and as he was about to open the door, he shrieked.

"W-What the-" Jimin had opened the door with the shriek interrupting the class of Professor Kim Seokjin while the culprit retracted his hand from the writer's ass and gently pushed him forward with the same smug grin never leaving his features. Jungkook's a devil.

"Haha...ha..." Jimin embarrassedly began scratching his neck while walking towards the professor. The eyes of the students fixed on him and the two males following behind. "Good morning." The writer greeted as he bowed his head politely while walking. Some replied while others stared in awe at him and the two masterpieces behind while only one student minded his business and admired Seokjin's sharp jawline. "Jimin-ah, Jungkook-ah, Taehyung-ah, you made it!" The professor walked over to them and ruffled Taehyung's hair first. "Brats." He muttered as he saw Taehyung cling to his shoulder while Jimin and Jungkook just watched the scene; Namjoon's grip on his pencil tightened as he watched.

"Wouldn't miss it hyung." Jungkook replied and glanced back at all the students sitting in the classroom. A girl with a messy bun caught his interest when he noticed she winked at him. "Did you see that Jimin hyung? She winked at me." He chuckled as he brushed his shoulder with the writer's to make him jealous. It was difficult to believe how Jungkook has changed in a spam of three weeks. He's gotten to know him a lot more, but the raven haired is more kept to himself.

The locked doors of Jeon Jungkook were not open to Jimin for now, and he knew that, he noticed it throughout those three weeks that passed. Jungkook was different, at least today, he was a little more affectionate, but he was sure the younger would tone it down the moment they were alone and their sexual tension would arise with the pull of gravity pulling them closer. "I see... And no one's going to wink at me? We took the day off from our jobs to join you, show me some love." Jimin laughed and a few boys wolf whistled.

"Stop interrupting my class and go sit in those desks I brought out. Taehyung get off me, you're heavy." Seokjin ordered and pushed Taehyung's arms away from his shoulder while pointing out three desks in the front row. "Stop talking. Dead skin cells are coming out of your mouth." The black haired actor spoke with his satoori, from his accurate and fast pronunciation every word sent a shiver down the students' spines. He sat down beside Jimin and Jungkook on the other corner. He wanted to show off his skills in front of the students but all he managed was for the professor to stop his movements and gulp down while smiling without showing his teeth.

"Disrespectful brat. Very funny. I'll get you for that later, I'm teaching right now." Seokjin gritted his teeth wanting to imprint his middle finger on Taehyung's forehead. He was triggered.

Jimin and Jungkook were holding back their laughs by covering their faces; everyone loved a good old Taehyung vs. Seokjin disputes. "Take off your mask CGV, we're inside." Seokjin said to Taehyung, referring to him with his nickname and the latter rolled his eyes in the process of removing it. "Tell me again why I'm here?" Taehyung whispered to Jimin who punched his shoulder.

"Tae, What the hell happened? You're not yourself today." Jimin whispered while Seokjin explained what was to be done during the class when the students would present their projects. He was right, his best friend was acting really strange ever since they met in the morning. It made him worry because when he was like this, something must be stressing him out greatly. "I'll tell you later..."

"If you're done whispering, introduce yourselves even if everyone here knows of you." The professor instructed the three males visiting for the day, not missing how Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue clearly annoyed by the exchanged whispers of his boyfriend and Taehyung. The black haired actor slowly got up from the desk and walked up to stand beside Seokjin. With a cheeky grin, he bowed and introduced himself. "Kim Taehyung, I hope everyone gets an A because Seokjin hyung getting another year with him is rough, as a professor I mean." His eyes landed on a male with heart chrome glasses. Noticing the significant gaze on him, he felt a little intimidated. "Wow you have a pretty good actor here, four eyes can't stop staring at me like he wants to choke me." He whispered as he pointed his eyes towards Namjoon, noticing Seokjin stiffen for a second.

"Not a conversation for here. We'll talk after." The professor whispered back.

Jimin got up from the seat and walked over to them in hopes of lightening up the sudden atmosphere dwelling over them. "I'm Park Jimin, pleased to be invited to observe your presentations. I hope my books met your expectations." The writer bowed his head, bangs almost reaching his eyes. "I adore you." One of the female students suddenly said outloud. Her cheeks reddened immediately when she realized she voiced her thoughts and everyone heard her, everyone. "Always nice to be loved by a fan." Jimin replied with a wink and walked back to the seat with Taehyung not wanting to extend take much time of Seokjin's class.

"Jeon Jungkook." The raven haired male stood in front of the wide classroom, a wave of his hands with such an innocent smile on his lips had Jimin shiver. He knew that smile, knew it all to well. His boyfriend was acting innocent in front of the whole class and the emotions surging through him right now were indecipherable. "Thank you for introducing yourselves, now go take a seat because our first student performing will be... Kim Namjoon." The young actor nodded and followed the steps back to the seat beside his boyfriend, where he sat and with his right hand, covered his corner of his lips as he approached the writer.

As if he was going to whisper something, Jungkook's right hand completely hid Jimin's ear from everyone else beside the small stage in front of the classroom where Seokjin stood waiting for Namjoon to walk down and perform his monologue. He inched closer and once his lips brushed past the writer's earlobe, he whispered in the same dominant voice he always used before punishing his submissive. "Jimin-ssi, I want you right now." He made sure the expression over his face was unreadable for any students observing their interaction. "We're going to my apartment after this." That one sentence was all it took for Jimin to feel himself small and turned on. The way his ass cheeks clenched over nothing was proof that he needed it, but he wanted more than that. He wanted Jungkook to claim him as his, just not in the apartment he's never been to, not even once since their first meeting. "G-Guk!" Jimin's cheeks reddened and he playfully shoved the raven haired actor to the side hoping to lessen the sexual tension that could probably be seen between them.

"You two okay?" Seokjin asked while Kim Namjoon stood beside him.

"Yep. We're more than okay." Jungkook answered and returned the same innocent smile on his lips. Taehyung watched from beside them, telling himself that Hoseok is all right with him now and they can go back to whatever their relationship with each other was.

Seokjin nodded carefully, he hoped no one had noticed their glances or the way Jimin's cheeks had suddenly burst with red. "Let the magic begin Mr. Kim. When you're ready, I'll be evaluating from beside Jungkook." Replying with a nod, Namjoon closed his eyes and imagined himself as the character he chose.

"Hello everyone, my name is Kim Namjoon. I chose to perform a monologue from Mr. Park's book: A Sorcerer's Kiss." The student introduced himself with a bow. "I hope it meets your expectations Mr. Park." He added before the expression of his face changed so drastically, Seokjin, Jungkook and Taehyung noticed it before anyone else. They weren't observing Kim Namjoon anymore, but the character he'd act as. Jimin watched intently, he felt absorbed in the way the student spoke. He was blown out of his mind when he saw the character his imagination created emerge from the careful words beautifully said by the tall student wearing chrome heart glasses.

"I'm conflicted. All my life I've known you as the son of the man who cursed me. My life was written by someone else before I got a chance to write it. I'm going to die if I don't kiss you. You're so close to me, vulnerable when you sleep, you're right here just an inch away. Why is it that I can't break the promise I made? I should kiss you and run away with Red. But I can't do it. I'm... slowly falling in a hole. Who am I to you? Am I just the prince your father cursed or am I someone else in your eyes? Why do I find myself trusting you even though I've suffered because of you? The flash of your silver eyes remind me of the day I was condemned, but how? How do I get lost in them? Why are you doing this to me?"

Namjoon's eyes began tearing up, he let himself feel every emotion that his heart could feel as he vividly imagined the heartbreak of the character.

Jimin lost it, he couldn't hold it. That was the prince his mind created, the cursed prince of his imagination unraveled his emotions just a few feet away from him. He couldn't help it, the performance was so beautiful and perfect, his eyes began to blur and his cheeks greeted the drops. Jungkook felt himself in a trance, the student was more than good. By his experience and knowledge, he knew the so called Namjoon would break curves in the acting industry. Taehyung observed him, every word that the student said was taken from his heart and all of them could see it.

Lastly, Seokjin felt himself lost in Namjoon's eyes, he couldn't see anything else other than the tall student in front of the class. His heart was punching his chest trying to beat his way out of it. From all his years of watching actors unravel their talents, he found himself taking all the words to heart and the emotions towards Namjoon became filled with admiration and the word he's been refusing to accept; he wanted to kiss the fuck out of his student's lips.

"You've made me realize something. Lately, I'm not who I used to be. How could you change me like this? With every single action you do, I find myself falling more for you. Your kindness, the way you rebel, your eyes have lately softened around me and I can see them. I know you feel something for me, can I say it first? You've made me someone else. I will accept it. I won't run away from it, not anymore. I will erase my written fate and write it myself from now on. Here with the beautiful sunset I will confess, not for you,

not for my kingdom,

not for my friends,

not for my parents,

but for me.

'I love you'."

Namjoon finished staring straight into Kim Seokjin's teared up eyes. It wasn't supposed to be like this for the professor, he knew the last three words were a confession from the way the student's eyes on him were now those of Kim Namjoon and not the character. "I-I'm fucking crying." Jimin mumbled and suddenly flinched harshly when his left arm and right arm were pinched by the two actors. "Ow..." He whispered and began applauding at the spectacular performance.

"Thank you." Namjoon bowed his head and left the small stage to walk back to his seat feeling himself fly from the adrenaline coursing through his veins faster than when this author runs away with a panic attack when someone is vomiting beside her.

"N-Next we have... Kim Myungjun." The professor stuttered as he held back the tears formed in his eyes and called forth the next performer.

Jimin loved the performances, there were a few (most of them) where he couldn't feel the emotions as much as Kim Namjoon's performance, but he was polite and applauded when necessary. Jungkook on the other hand, he was constantly lost in space thinking about what he'd do with Jimin over at his apartment. He wanted more, to test out how flexible his submissive was, how long he could last with the new cock rings, if he'd agree to foreplay and last of all, he wanted to cover him in his cum.

Kinky much?

Meanwhile, in Taehyung's mind he was thinking back to what Hoseok said the previous night. It was always, during January 28, that Hoseok would distance himself from Taehyung and go to his own apartment, from the years he's known him. And it was during this exact date, that Taehyung would always be irritated or frustrated thinking that his not-labelled-boyfriend couldn't share his problems with him.

And, Seokjin swore to himself he'd have sex with a girl to prove that he's not gay for Namjoon.

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"I wanted to talk to Taehyung. He's really sensitive when it's this date." Jimin exclaimed to his boyfriend. The couple were inside Jungkook's black Porshe and on their way to his apartment. The raven haired was semi hard from the moment he sat in his car.

"It's probably because he fought with Hoseok hyung. Now stop talking about him and listen," Jungkook stepped on the gas pedal with the intention of reaching his apartment in the less minutes possible. "I have a few rules for when we're in my apartment." He added while Jimin glanced back from the window to raise his eyebrow at him. "Uh, huh?" The writer hummed. "Rule number one, don't go on exploring on your own. I'm serious Jimin-ssi."

What the fuck? Jimin blinked twice.

"Rule number two, if I tell you to hide somewhere, you will without questions. Okay?" There was a reason behind this, Jungkook couldn't have Min woo suddenly appearing in his apartment and force him to do something he might regret. "Rule number three, since your boyfriend is very very kinky... If you don't like what we'll do, you have to stop me by the same safe word Samgyeopsal, otherwhise I won't stop. Do you agree?" Jungkook made a left turn while Jimin processed what he was being told.

Not to joke around, but it was a little funny for the writer. "What, do you have one of those playrooms like Christian Grey? Are you going to tie me against a wall naked and fuck my insides Jeongguk-ssi?" Jimin's mind made a recap of Fifty Shades of Grey's scene between Christian and Anastasia, and Jungkook's face suddenly paled. "I-I don't. I don't." The actor's eyes suddenly saw a flashback of his locked memories and it made him tighten his fingers' grip on the steering wheel.

"I'm not one of those cliché Wattpad boyfriends that have a bedroom full of fuck toys just for sex." Jungkook began calming down after a few seconds and stopped at a red light. The luxurious houses of Gangnam-gu could be viewed at the outside but Jimin kept his focus on the raven haired when the latter turned around to face him. "Are you sure? You don't have an ex-girlfriend named Mina do you? Jimin began holding back a snort when he saw the younger's expression. "No! What fuck? Have you been reading fanfictions about me? I'm right here, you don't need to read about me-This conversation is going nowhere."

With a laugh, Jimin's worries slowly died away, but something peculiar worried him, he just couldn't pinpoint it out yet. "Okay. Fuck the living daylights out of me when we get to your apartment. I give you my consent Babe, or should I say, Jeongguk-ssi."

Jungkook checked on the road for any cars and stepped on the gas pedal not bothering to wait any longer when no police cars could be seen. "On second thought... We have a shooting for a few scenes tomorrow, don't break me today." Jimin realized the weight of his words. Nothing could stop the raven haired from arriving to his apartment. "Too late. We're going hard today. Let's meet your boyfriend's kinks."

"Y-You have more than one?" Jimin stuttered at the younger's answer.

"There's a lot of things you still don't know about me. Let me show you a few today. Director Min can rest tomorrow too since he willingly gave us the day off before we asked." And finally, Jungkook saw his apartment in the distance.