Sungjong squirmed in his seat, ears red and eyes fixed on the papers on the desk in front of him. He eyed to the left. Myungsoo didn’t seem to notice his discomfort at all and he wasn’t sure if he felt relieved at that or not.

Another friction against his leg and Sungjong’s eyes flew back to the sheets of paper. He could hear his friend talk about something in the distance, probably justifying some of the translation choices they had made for that assignment, but he couldn’t focus on it, his head buzzing in embarrassment.

“What about you, Sungjong?”

The boy’s head tilted upwards so quickly that he felt his neck crack a little. He looked at the teacher in front of him, puzzled. He could feel the cold sweat on his back, mentally cursing for having forgotten the situation and drifted in his thoughts. The teacher pushed his glasses up on his nose with his slender fingers and threw a small smile at him before patiently asking his question again.

“Don’t you have any more justifications for the fifth paragraph?”

Sungjong’s eyes found his translation again and he took a shaky breath to try to calm himself down. He hesitantly started his explanation, but had all the problems in the world to focus on the task at hand. All his brain could register was his teacher’s foot drawing invisible patterns against his leg, trailing higher and higher with every passing second.

Even in the middle on his explanation – which he didn’t know if it made any sense anymore – he kept throwing quick glances at Myungsoo, who seemed completely unaware of the situation and at his teacher, who was acting completely normally, as if he wasn’t in the process of seducing his student in the middle of his oral exam.

Said student miraculously finished his explanation and, thankfully, the teacher seemed satisfied. He smiled at both his students and told them that the exam was over and that the results would be available a couple of days later, on the university’s notice board. So the two young men thanked him and made their way out of the office, Sungjong’s eyes darting everywhere but at the teacher. And just when he thought it was over and he was finally getting out of this amazingly awkward situation, he heard his teacher’s voice calling out for him.

“Sungjong, can I have a word with you in private?”

The man looked at his friend with horrified eyes, but Myungsoo didn’t seem to catch the hint and said casually “I’ll be in the cafeteria,” before turning around in direction of the lifts.

When Sungjong stepped into the office once again and heard the door behind him shut, he felt his face heat up a new shade of red. He looked at his teacher, casually leaning against his desk and gulped with difficulty.

“W-what is it, Mr Kim?”

He then heard a breathy laugh leave the beautiful pink lips of his teacher, as the latter came closer to him and loosened his tie a little, undoing the first button of his white shirt.

“Come on, Sungjong, do you really have to ask?”

He walked incredibly closer and trapped his student against the closed door, before catching his chin in between his thumb and forefinger and whispering in ear. “Do you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?”

“M-Mr Kim, I-”

A playful bite on his bright red ear and he was reduced to silence once again.

“You should probably start calling me Sunggyu from now on.”

~ Piou0102 ~

Lalalalaaaa what the hell have I written? >w< The whole teacher-seducing-student-during-oral-exam is based on a true story (same friend as in "Burning"... that friend has a really interesting love life xD). And I wanted to write a Gyujong one, so there you go! :p I hope you liked it, leave me some words! :)

Also, please leave me some prompt if you have any idea, because I feel like my brain is dead, along with my inspiration. >x<'