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(A/N: this is a teeny bit rushed, but I thought it was cute)

A low rumble of thunder rolled overhead as rain pattered against the umbrella you were both huddled under as you walked though the park. So much for the picnic idea.

You're pulled out of your thoughts and back to the present by a gentle tug on your hand, glancing up to meet his deep brown eyes as he gave you a reassuring smile.

"It'll clear up soon, don't worry." He said, as much for his benefit as yours. He'd been so busy lately that you'd barely seen each other and, although you'd been more than understanding, he felt guilty and wanted to give you a nice afternoon together.

"I don't really mind," You told him, "I like rain." No sooner had you spoken than it began to pick up intensity, pouring down and splattering up from the sidewalk, the noise of it hitting the umbrella so loud you could barely hear Tae's continued attempts of "it's fine!" "Don't worry!", though you could heard the frustration beginning to creep into his voice.

"Tae." You tried, pulling him to a stop.

He sighed. "It wasn't supposed to rain till later." He said disappointedly, staring out across the now soaked field.

"Tae." You said more firmly, drawing his gaze back to you as you cupped his check. "It's okay," You smiled and gave him a small peck. "Let's go home."

"But you wanted-"

"I want to be with you. I don't care if it's here or wherever. So long as you're with me, I'm happy, no matter what we do." You said, earning a soft smile from him at last.

"Okay," he nodded. "Let's go home."

It almost felt surreal.

How can someone do that with just their eyes?

Usually, you hear these stories of two people at a club, or some sort of party, who happen to make eye contact and they’ll slowly make their way to each other during the night, leading to only one thing.

This was different though. This was in a fucking classroom.

Honestly, this kind of scenario never even crossed your mind, let alone the possibility. College kids don’t usually just hook up because they made eye contact in a classroom; ordinarily there has to be loud music and bright lights and alcohol to wash away any judgement.

But there you were, straight after class, pushed up against some wall like a whore, allowing this guy, Taehyung, you think his name was if you remember correctly from the register, to fuck you. He was just so alluring, enticing in every little move he made and every little bit of eye contact had you enchanted with arousal.

The new guy. The guy you hope to see a lot more of after this afternoon's events earlier.

He had such a gorgeous deep voice, deliciously sending sweet shivers down your spine as he cursed under his breath when you sunk down onto him and you just didn't have a care in the world that your were getting off on the dick of a guy you just met.

you watch in silence as taehyung slips his hand into the pocket of his blazer. his eyes flick left and right before quickly sticking something into his mouth.