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{Can I just say that I'm British, the people in this are still Korean but I'm British and if there's anything that isn't understood, just ask 😂}

"Right class! Today we will be beginning the official work on your devising pieces!" The teacher announced, "I haven't sorted any of you into groups as I believe that your groups from yesterday were already a perfect match. Your stimulus for this assignment is something dramatic. No complaining or you will simply get a fail."

Some groans and some praises were heard around the class while Baekhyun sat calmly back in his seat, inwardly smirking. His gaze drifted towards Chanyeol, who was a few rows in front of him, next to Kim Seokjin, the class drama queen.

"Right so sit in your pairs and get to work. I'll call you all back when the lesson is over. If you need me, I'll be doing my marking."

Chanyeol approached Baekhyun, who began to space out, still staring in the general area of Chanyeol's seat.

"Baekhyun?" He asked, waving his hand in front of the elders face. Baekhyun looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry." The taller said and sat down, getting out a notepad from his bag so that they could write down any ideas.

***

"So I think instead of adding a thought track there we could do a chair duet. What do you thi-" Chanyeol's breath hitched when he felt a hand rub against his upper thigh. He looked over at Baekhyun, who seemed like he was completely oblivious to it all.

"Um- Baekhyun?" The smaller hummed in reply and Chanyeol gulped, "why're you rubbing my leg..?"

Baekhyun looked up, looking completely innocent. He kept rubbing his hand in circular motions, getting dangerously close to Chanyeol's crotch.

Just before the hand found its destination, a hand rested on top of it, preventing Baekhyun from progressing any further.

"Baekhyun I don't know what you're trying to do but just stop okay. I don't like it.." Chanyeol muttered, his cheeks red.

Baekhyun thought for a moment before smirking and leaning towards the latter's ear, whispering lowly.

"But daddy, if you don't like it then why do you have a boner?"

{I'm sorry its short}

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