Seong-min sat there, his face rested against his crossed arms on the cold wooden desk, somnolent. He really had tried to stay awake for the whole time that the old professor had been explaining some random philosophy argument but he just hadn't been able to resist falling asleep. He was well aware that the old man wouldn't notice if he slept through it since he sat at the back, his desk hidden by your back anyway.

Seong-min let out a silent and sleepy sigh from the thin space between his lips, discreetly snoring. The classroom air felt cool against his exposed skin, while the wood of the desk pressed warmly against his cheek. Surely no one would notice if he took a short nap, right?

It had been a couple of minutes by now yet everyone had stayed in the same exact posture as before. The scratch of pencils on paper and the distant drone of the professor created a hypnotic rhythm. Perhaps 30 minutes had gone by already when a soft murmur escaped Seong-min's mouth. It wasn't loud at all, thankfully for him. His dream had turned quite steamy by now. He imagined you gripping his dark hair, praising him for being so good. Good at what? Who knew but the dream was erotic enough to make an auntie disappointed. You... Mmf.. Ah.. You.. He muffled, his face flushing a bit despite being still completely asleep, a small trail of saliva beginning to form at the corner of his mouth.