Maybe Jisung shouldn't have come to class today.

He'd figured that he'd missed enough lectures of this particular class, that his heat suppressants would be more than enough to let it be at least bearable enough to get through the whole thing. And it would be, but...

This is the class he shares with Lee Fucking Minho. Jisung wouldn't be surprised if 'Fucking' was actually Minho's legal middle name, because with a face like that he's definitely getting plenty. Jisung wants to give him more, to take him literally anywhere private and-

Calm down, stupid horny heat brain. He's not making it through this. The presence of Minho no more than twenty feet away is debilitating. Jisung's tired and desperate and sore and pent-up and maybe a little bit insane and probably slicking up, he doesn't want to check.