‣ jaehyun

@☘︎┊nie jaehyun ᵃ 【 tw : heavy ahead, student x professor 】

the journey to jaehyun's lodging was quiet, but the tension was high as they looked at all corners and over their shoulders. the weather was cold from the season, but their body was breaking out cold sweat from the nerve-wrecking situation. taeyong couldn't tell whether his heart was pounding with the trepidation of being seen by someone, or the excitement of being with jaehyun; perhaps, it was both.

taeyong only released the breath he was holding when they were finally inside jaehyun's room. it was cosy compared to the chilled air of the winter night. he managed a quick glance at his surrounding before the door closed behind them and he found himself being shoved against the front door.

whatever anxiety was left from their earlier adventure quickly warped into exhilaration as taeyong threw his arms over jaehyun's shoulder and pulled him close, his smaller figure completely enveloped by the latter's larger frame. even as he lift his head, he could not meet the taller alpha's lips. he wanted to stand on his tiptoes to close the gap, but the hands on his hips kept him grounded. a whine escaped his throat, short and barely audible, as he tried to tug jaehyun down, eyes pleading when they met the other's gaze.

@☘︎┊nie taeyong ᵃ - ❛ ᴛᴡ: ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ x ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ.

after their brief but electrifying make-out session in the secluded garden, jaehyun laced his fingers with taeyong’s, tugging him gently but insistently toward the building. the cool night air lingered on their skin, but the heat between them made it almost imperceptible. they moved quietly, almost as if choreographed, taking care not to make a sound. the stakes were high - any sort of relationship between a professor and his student was strictly forbidden, and the consequences of being caught were unthinkable.

jaehyun’s sharp gaze darted around every corner as they slipped through the hallways, the tension between them palpable. the faint echo of their muffled footsteps was the only sound accompanying them until they reached his room.

with a soft click, jaehyun opened the door, revealing his meticulously kept sanctuary. the room was spotless - each surface gleamed as if polished mere moments ago. it bore all the hallmarks of his germaphobic tendencies, from the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air to the impossibly neat arrangement of books on the shelves.
as soon as the door closed behind them with a quiet thud, jaehyun turned, his usual careful demeanor melting away. before taeyong could even process the shift, he found himself pressed against the door, jaehyun’s firm grip on his hips anchoring him in place.