Yoongi crashed along with Namjoon into the now shut door of the empty classroom. He reached for the other’s deep navy blue tie, and pulled. Their lips met. He opened his mouth slightly, biting on Namjoon’s lower lip, asking for more. He felt Namjoon’s soft lips on his, as well as his soft breathing in his mouth, and Yoongi was convinced that there was no thing on earth he would rather do than kiss his boyfriend, Kim Namjoon. They were both panting, having been running up the stairs to escape the angry teacher that was after them, but that didn’t matter now. Right now, all that mattered was that Yoongi could feel Namjoon smile against his lips, and he wouldn’t admit it, but it made him smile too. It was silly, really. Skipping class, making out against- well, a lot of things. The doors, the walls in the broom closet, the walls that were not covering them but were just a part of the castle, the counters in empty classrooms, the pillars of the owlery, the list goes on. They giggled to themselves, thinking about how they could’ve been caught.
It seems that they had come to a conclusion a bit too fast, because when Yoongi saw Namjoon’s eyes widen in surprise, and he turned around to see the one and only Kim Seokjin having a look that was much too smug for Yoongi’s liking on his face, he was mortified. “I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” Seokjin managed to muster with a tone so innocent and sugarcoated, and Yoongi thought that he was going to puke by the minute. Had he been there the whole time? Who even went to empty classrooms to study? When they had a whole library? Why was he here, and not in class?Wait, why was prefect of Slytherin, Kim Seokjin, not in class? And well, Yoongi supposed he could ask himself that question as well…
He instantly became tomato red in the face, thinking what Seokjin must have seen. Namjoon was, well, Namjoon was smiling a bit sheepishly. Why was he doing that? They just got caught! Making out!! By a prefect!!! Who was!! their!! friend!!! Seokjin’s smirk didn’t seem to want to leave his stupidly handsome face, it actually seemed like quite the opposite. His smile widened, and he began chuckling quietly to himself. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you to the teachers”, and Yoongi noticed the slight smirk that was playing on his lips as he said it. Damn you, Kim Seokjin. Brat. Yoongi thought there should be a spell for making the ground swallow him up whole and make him disappear. Instead of trying though, he took Namjoon’s hand, and walked out of the classroom with just so, so many regrets.
“Namjoon” he said with a slightly pressed tone. “We’ve got to move our make out sessions to more private places”. To this Namjoon nodded, still with that sheepish smile on his face. Damn it, Yoongi could never win against those dimples. He tugged a little at the other’s blue tie, once again, and pecked him on the lips. A quick, chaste kiss. He moved slowly away from him. They burst out into laughter, and Yoongi thought that getting caught didn’t really matter all that much, as long as he had Namjoon with him. With Namjoon, everything was tolerable.