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Hoseok looked at his watch and it was exactly 4pm, the schedule time for him to meet his two maths failures. He sat in the consultation room and occasionally peeked through the window, in hope to see them two. Within the next minute, both of them entered the room, while chatting. As Hoseok had picked a long bench, Jimin took a seat beside him while Yoongi chose to sit in front of him.
“Wow, why are you guys not in your school uniforms?”
“As expected from a new teacher,” Jimin chuckled, “well, there are some clubs in the school where students can join, not complusory. So Yoongi hyung had joined the basketball club while I joined the dance club and the both of us just came back from practice.”
Hoseok nodded in amazement as he looked at Yoongi who was wearing a basketball jersey, revealing his pale skin. Jimin, on the other hand, was wearing tank top. Let’s just say Hoseok is trying his best to ignore the fact that sweat was dripping down from Jimin’s drenched hair down from his cheeks and to his chest.
“Okay guys, for today, I’ll go through the mistakes you made in the test one by one so can the both of you please take out your test papers?”
After rumaging his bag for quite some time, Yoongi looked up with a troubled expression and mumbled, “Hmmm…I think I left my papers in class, can I go and get it?”
Hoseok nodded and signaled him to leave. Now, only him and Jimin in that empty room, accompanied by silence.
“You…you look different like that…” Hoseok stuttered.
“More attractive you mean?”
“I- I didn’t say that!!”
“But you’re getting turned on by me,” Jimin smirked and tilted his head downwards.
Getting the signal, Hoseok looked downwards too to see a bulge forming under his jeans. Flustered, he tried to use his hands to cover it but Jimin was one second faster. The younger one grabbed it and smirked, “Is yours always this hard?”
Hoseok could barely make out an answer, especially when he felt Jimin’s grip getting tighter. “A-aniyo,” he uttered.
Jimin raised his brows, the smirk never leave his face, as he started to rub the bulge quicker and harder after every second, causing Hoseok to let out few moans unknowingly.
“Stop it,” he begged but his expression showed otherwise.
Smiles were formed on both of their faces as Jimin was also getting turned on by Hoseok’s moan. Hoseok arched his back and swung his head backwards while his student pumped him.
At this moment, Yoongi walked into the room with a suspicious expression. Lazy to explain what he heard, he just sat back to his original position with his test paper on his hand.
Hoseok quickly pushed Jimin’s hands away and checked his appearance, wiping the sweat that was forming on his forehead.
He then cleared his throat and said, “Erm…after careful consideration, I think a one-to-one consultation would be better so for today I’ll start with-“
“Yoongi hyung can do it first,” Jimin interrupted, “I’ll meet Mr Jung on another day. I have some sudden matters to attend to.”
With just that, Jimin packed his bag and left the room, not forgetting to send Mr Jung a wink before exiting.
Hoseok was dumbfounded by that sudden action. After teaching Yoongi the correct steps to solve some questions, Hoseok went into deep thoughts.
What was the meaning behind Jimin’s decision of seducing him and then leaving him here all out a sudden?
Hoseok felt so incapable, allowing a student to control him? What does Jimin take him for? Some random innocent dude on streets that he can simply play with and then coldly dump them aside? Hoseok’s thought slowly went to the negative side, going from ‘why did he do that?’ to ‘how dare he treat me like this?’
Of course, Hoseok isn’t gonna let this matter rest. He wants to be the one making the decisions, he wants to be the one walking away coolly, and he wants to be the one playing with Jimin’s feelings and not the other way round!
And so, as a teacher, when a student does something wrong…he got to punish him.
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One week later…
Maths lesson was the period right after lunch. Hoseok was there on time, patiently waiting for students to enter the classroom. As usual, Jimin part ways with his clique and returned to the classroom just on time. However, a weird phenomenal happened. Everybody were crowding round the teachers’ desk, mostly girls. They were all holding their mobile phones, screaming in their highest and most annoying tone possible.
Jimin went closer to check it out. Sitting in the middle was Mr Jung, looking different, very extremely different. He dyed his hair red, wearing a blazer over a simple white tee. He had a nice fitting pants and a converse for his lower body. As if he is a celebrity, everybody queued up to take pictures with this new transformed teacher.
Despite the bunch of heads covering his view, Hoseok spotted Jimin, standing in the middle of the classroom, looking blankly at him. Hoseok smirked and ignored that stare. Instead, he grabbed one student nearest to him and took a selfie. It was that close, heads almost touching. Of course, Jimin was annoyed, not because he thinks he should be the one gaining that much attention, but why are all the girls sticking to Mr Jung?
Out of jealousy, he purposely coughed loud enough to interrupt the commotion and said, “I suppose this is a math period, not a fan meet-and-greet session. Correct me if I’m wrong.”
All the girls sent death glare to Jimin but he didn’t care. He was too concentrated on Mr Jung, who was still smirking.
“Okay kids,” Hoseok said, “Jimin’s right. I gotta go on with my lesson. Girls, please return to your seats.”
Looking at the clock, time flew and there is only few minutes last before the bell rings. “Okay, you guys can try some practice questions and just approach me if you have any problems,” Mr Jung ordered.
And unlike the other days, the same bunch of girls went up to Mr Jung, not asking about homework, but trying to flirt with him. ‘Flirt’ was what Jimin feels like they were doing. Laughing at any small matter, seizing every possible chance to touch Mr Jung….urghh Jimin felt like he was going crazy.
“Cher, I have a problem,” Jimin shouted across the room, before walking confidently towards Mr Jung.
Of course, the other girls all backed away and went back to their seats after Jimin’s cue.
“So…what do you wanna ask?” Hoseok said, feeling his heart racing again but had to maintain a straight face.
Jimin bent down and whispered, “why? why did you dress like that?”
“Like what?”
“Why did you purposely make yourself look so good today? And purposely trying to flirt with those girls.”
“Hey, flirting isn’t the word. And, they came to me voluntarily,” Hoseok stressed the last word.
“You’re doing it on purpose, I know it.”
“So what’s my reason of doing it?”
“To make me jealous, right?”
“Yah Park Jimin, aren’t you thinking too much? I went through so much just to make you jealous? Am I crazy?”
“Aren’t you?”
“This conversation is getting nowhere,” Mr Jung stated.
Jimin, who’s anger level was already reaching his throat, cracked his knuckles before reaching out to grab Hoseok’s wrist, tightly, and pulled him out of the classroom.
“Yah Park Jimin, what are you thinking you’re doing?” Hoseok whispered hastily.
Jimin did not reply. He ignored the stares given by students in the classrooms as they passed by the corridor and then, to the consultation room they were that day. Nobody were there at that time of the day, Jimin knew that clearly, which makes it the perfect location to settle this matter.
Once the door was locked, Hoseok immediately threw Jimin’s grip away and stared at his student seriously. “Park Jimin! What do you think you’re doing now?”
“Stop…dressing like that to school.”
“Wae?”
“The girls might like it, but I don’t.”
“You deserve it. Who’s the one who seduce me during lesson time? Who’s the one who turned me on and then said ‘let’s do it another day’? Who’s the one who make me feel so needy of you and simply walked out after making fun of me?”
“You like me, right…cher?” Jimin mumbled.
“I…I…” Hoseok had his trembling fingers wrapped together. His eyes darted here and there. It was just a simple yes-or-no question and why is this math teacher taking ages to answer when he can find ‘what’s equal to x?’ in a mere second. “I refuse to answer that.”
“Wae yo? It’s just a simple question – Do you like me? Not as a student, but as a guy.”
“I…I can’t…”
“But I do.”
“Mwo?”
“And yes, I admit to seducing you that’s because I want you to be mine, only mine.”
“Then why did you ran away…that day?”
“Because…I wasn’t sure what’s my feeling toward you. You’re my math teacher, someone I shouldn’t even harbour dirty thoughts of. But on the first day when you stepped into class, there’s a different aura on you, unlike other boring teachers. You look hella attractive. So f*cking hot.”
“Hey no cursing boy…but…that description of me sounds pretty good.”
“Fine. But…sorry…Mr Jung.”
“For what?”
“I know it’s wrong to fall in love with your teacher but I can’t control okayy…”
“Then don’t control.”
With that, Hoseok pushed Jimin to the wall and smashed their lips together. Jimin held onto his teacher’s shirt, tight enough to remind him that it wasn’t a dream. Or should I say…it’s a dream come true.
Not gonna deny, Jimin have such scenarios in his mind before, especially during Mr Jung’s class – pulling him out in the middle of class, locking him in a empty class and just f*ck him so hard.
Hoseok’s lips slowly went down to his neck and down to his collarbone, his hands then skilfully unbutton Jimin’s uniform. Hoseok gently traced the lines of Jimin’s abs and that certainly turned the younger one on.
“What have you been hiding under those uniform?” Hoseok looked at him in awe.
“It’s only for lucky you to see…and touch…”
“I’ll probably rip your shirt off every time I see you after today.”
“I don’t mind,” Jimin smirked as he leaned forward and whispered, “if you wanna do me in front of the whole class.”
“No way, your body is only for me to play with, only me.”
Jimin loves how this conversation was his supposed math teacher is turning into a rated one, and Mr Jung’s deep whispering voice just sound so hot.
Jimin could feel his pants getting tightly and peeking down slightly did he spot a tent down there. He did nothing to hide it, instead he rubbed the budge against Hoseok’s.
Both of them moaned softly, and the fact that the discipline’s master room is just situated next door did not bother them anymore.
Hoseok was loving Jimin’s whimper, especially when he calls him “Mr Jung.”
“Ettokae? I’m still your teacher for the rest of the month…we can’t keep skipping lessons like that.”
“I can always meet you after school…for a one-to-one lesson.”
“We’re gonna do it in school?!?”
“Why not? Since you can’t control yourself whenever you see me…”
“Says the one who pulled me out of the class during lesson.”
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