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Hoseok loves his office.
It’s small in comparison to some of the other professors, not really designed for the desk that's been shoved inside. It’s full to the brim with brooms, discarded quaffles, and bits of parchment, which only makes it look smaller and more cramped. There are shelves on every wall bar the side with the door; most hold brooms and Quidditch Uniforms, though some Hoseok uses to show his chocolate frog card collection; his favourites encased behind glass frames.
Today, in his office, Hoseok has a broom on his desk, halfway polished, and Min Yoongi up against the drawers, halfway to hardness.
Hoseok presses into Yoongi, running his hands up his sides, into Yoongi's mint green hair (from a spell gone wrong in their youth, that Yoongi had decided not to change,) breathing into him. Yoongi makes a sound, a gag at the back of his throat, as Hoseok starts to kiss down his neck, biting at the flesh. He’d been busy when Yoongi had come looking for him; polishing his broom after a lengthy Quidditch practice session with the Gryffindor team, but he can’t say he isn't enjoying the interruption.
“Like that, Hyung?” Hoseok says smugly, mouthing at Yoongi's pulsing neck.
“Mm,” Yoongi agrees, angling his head to give Hoseok better access, “like it when you call me Hyung better, though.”
Hoseok laughs, and the breath on his slightly damp neck makes Yoongi shiver. It’s something they’ve discussed before; missing the customs of home. Hoseok knows Namjoon is more lax with the ‘Hyungs’ when addressing Yoongi, opting usually for 'professor' or just 'Yoongi', if they're not around students, and due to their conversing mostly in English nowadays, Yoongi rarely tells him off for it.
Whilst Hoseok is sure he’d get away with it if he dropped the honorifics, due to the fact that they’ve lived predominantly here, in Britain, for over ten years now, he knows just how much Yoongi enjoys it when he purrs the word into his ear.
"You have a kink, Hyung."
"Don't be vulgar," Yoongi hisses, "there's nothing wrong with-"
“Professor Jung?” comes a voice outside the door that stops Yoongi mid-sentence.
There’s a knock at the door that causes Yoongi to tense and push Hoseok away from his body, tiny eyes wide. One moment, they are looking at each other, mouths formed into comical 'o's, the next, Yoongi is transforming into his Animagus form; a small, white cat, with a streak of mint fur down his back. He scampers out of site, and Hoseok kicks the discarded robes into the corner of the room. Usually, Yoongi is good enough at his transformations that he’ll transform his clothes with him, but Hoseok supposes the blind panic caused him to forfeit that particular detail. He almost sniggers to himself when he realises he has a naked Min Yoongi in his room. A naked cat Min Yoongi, granted. But still.
“Sir?” comes the voice again, and Hoseok gives himself one more second to smooth down his hair and robes, before going to answer the door.
He feels relief when he sees Jeongguk, the second year Ravenclaw, because he’s not one of the nosier students that Hoseok has come to teach. He’s an enthusiastic kid, who has loved flying and Quidditch from the moment he arrived at Hogwarts, though he hadn't been able to join the team until his second year. Hoseok feels empathy towards him; a kid from Korea who had come to Britain for the sole purpose of coming to Hogwarts. He’d been shy at first, but he was blossoming.
“Hello, Mr Jeon,” Hoseok says, trying to sound at ease, “what can I do for you?”
Jeongguk shifts his weight from one foot to the other, looking nervous.
“I spoke to my head of year about coming back to the team.”
“Ah,” Hoseok muses. It had been decided about a month ago, that due to his poor Herbology and History of Magic grades, Jeongguk would no longer be allowed to play Quidditch, until his grades were up. It had hurt the team, missing their best chaser, and Hoseok had noticed a considerable dip in their moral, but he’d agreed to the terms.
“My grades are up in History of Magic, Professor Kim helped me out a lot.”
Hoseok nods; Namjoon has always been good at everything, people are usually shocked to find out he’s a Care of Magical Creatures professor, expecting him to be focused on something more academic. They’re always even more shocked to learn that during his school days, he was a Hufflepuff and not a Ravenclaw. Funnily enough, he makes an excellent Care of Magical Creatures professor, and as the head of Hufflepuff house, he’s more than proven his loyalty to the house.
“That’s excellent, Jeongguk,” Hoseok says honestly, assuming what’s coming next.
“The thing is, sir...” Jeongguk continues, still obviously nervous, “I can’t seem to raise my grade in Herbology. I do try, I swear I do, but it’s tough, Professor Min is so harsh.”
Hoseok hears some stirring from the corner of the room, and when Jeongguk looks at him quizzingly, he shrugs. “Cornish Pixies, they get in everywhere. Please continue.”
“Right… Urm, so, I talked to Professor Kim about it, to see if he could help me out, you know? And he told me to speak to you about speaking to Professor Min? He said you two were good friends, so it would be more beneficial if you spoke to him.”
Damn Namjoon. He knows way too much.
“Jeongguk, I’m not sure-”
“Sir, please. I know it might not seem like it, but I really am trying to get better, but Professor Min just keeps pushing me and won’t give me the grades I need. He barely says anything, I don’t know what I’m meant to do.”
Hoseok sighs, knowing Yoongi. Knowing the frustration of knowing him. They’re both perfectionists by nature; wanting to perfect not only themselves, but those they really care about. During their first year, after meeting at the special fireplace that had brought them from Korea to Hogwarts, they’d become best friends and stayed that way despite their differing houses. Both of them had always pushed the other in the places they felt they were failing; Yoongi teaching Hoseok about different types of plants, Hoseok aiding Yoongi with his charms.
“Jeongguk, Professor Min is a brilliant professor, and he knows a lot about herbology and how to teach it. And I’m pretty sure he knows a lot about you too. If he’s pushing you, it means he knows you're capable of doing better.”
“I just want to play Quidditch, sir. I don’t know why he won’t just let me-”
“Unfortunately, whilst brilliant, Professor Min is also stubborn.” Hoseok articulates the words, wanting Yoongi to hear them. “He was a Ravenclaw, like you, and they can sometimes be as hard-headed Gryffindor’s when it comes to the challenges they like to set.”
“Professor Min was a… He was a Ravenclaw? Really?”
Hoseok nods, smiling at the disbelief in Jeongguk’s eyes.
“I always assumed he was a Slytherin.”
Hoseok doesn’t tell him what Yoongi had told him years ago; that the reason the sorting hat had sat on his head for so long during the sorting, was because it had debated putting him in Slytherin. He'd said he hadn’t minded; he’d been too nervous about the tonnes of people looking at him. The Sorting hat had seen that, seen his reluctance to stand out, and decided on Ravenclaw. He’d complimented him on his ambition, though, something it had also spotted in Hoseok, before putting him in Hufflepuff.
“Professor Min is a complex character.”
“Will you speak to him, Professor Jung? I swear, I’ll do whatever he needs me to do, I just need to know what he wants.”
“I’ll try, Jeongguk. I want you back on the team. You’re easily one of the best players in school right now, my loyalty to Hufflepuff house be damned. I miss helping you train.”
Jeongguk beams, positively lighting up at the praise. “You’re the best, Professor Jung!”
For a moment, Jeongguk looks like he’s about to hug him, but thinks better of it. Hoseok chuckles.
“Go get to your next class, Jeongguk.”
“It’s lunchtime, Sir. Do you want to walk up to the castle together?”
“Urm-” Hoseok thinks about Yoongi, somewhere in the room, waiting for Jeongguk to leave, “I’ll be up later. I have some brooms to finish polishing,” he adds, lamely. Thankfully, Jeongguk doesn’t question it, says his goodbyes, and heads to lunch.
“You hear all that?” Hoseok says to the room, once he’s sure Jeongguk has gone. He turns around.
Yoongi doesn’t shift back, merely pounces from the shadows onto the lowest shelf, where Hoseok keeps the broom polish and tweezers, and begins to groom his paws. Hoseok sighs.
“I know you want him to do well. Hyung,” he adds, noting the flick of Yoongi’s ears at the word, “it’s not your fault he’s not doing as great as you think he could be, but it’s not quidditch’s fault either. I get you’re trying to get him up to his full potential, but stopping him from doing what he really, really loves isn’t doing him any good.”
Yoongi stops purring and gives his signature “I’m pissed off, as a cat” look. He turns, raising his tail and shifting all of his weight on to his front paws, raising his butt in the air. Hoseok snorts.
“Cute, Hyung. But I like looking at your human asshole better.”
Yoongi hisses, and Hoseok snorts again. Usually, Hoseok prefers it when Yoongi is grumpy in cat form, so he can scoop him up and hug him close until he lightens up. When there’s something they need to discuss, however, talking to Yoongi as a cat is like talking to a brick wall. With claws.
“I need human Hyung back for one minute. We’re not finished yet.”
There’s something so distinctly Yoongi in the way the cat turns. It’s without clear direction or purpose; he’s pottering. Yoongi has never been one to do something without making it look like it was his choice to do so. Where Hoseok is often mindlessly obedient, Yoongi is a lot more plotting in the way he submits to people. He can be pliant, often is under Hoseok’s hands, but he’d rather you believe he wasn’t.
Yoongi leaps onto the table, where Hoseok polishes his brooms. Hoseok picks up the robes from the corner he’d kicked them in, shaking out the dust, whilst he waits for Yoongi to transform.
“That’s my favourite robe,” Yoongi moans, now sitting, naked, upon the table, his legs, human and bare, swinging. “You didn’t need to kick it.”
“You didn’t need to transform, Hyung,” Hoseok says, smiling at the sight of the naked professor, “we weren’t doing anything, really.”
“The day I get caught in a tiny broom shed with you, Professor Jung, is the day I feed Namjoon’s damn hippogriffs."
"Hey," Hoseok pouts, "it's not a broom shed, it's an office."
"A desk doesn't make it an- Ouch," Yoongi squeaks, jumping.
“What’s wrong?”
“Splinters,” Yoongi groans, clutching his ass.
Biting back a giggle, Hoseok comes forward, robes in hand, motions for Yoongi to raise himself. He does so, and Hoseok positions the robe beneath him. He takes the opportunity to position himself in-between Yoongi’s spread thighs, stroking the mint hair out of his face. Yoongi pouts, as if he knows what Hoseok is about to say.
“Let the kid fly, please, Hyung? I’ll speak to him again, make sure he knows he needs to work harder. He’ll get there, I believe that. Just let him fly.”
Yoongi sighs. “I just wish he’d realise I’m doing this for him, you know? He’s really smart, I don’t think he even knows how smart. If he stopped seeing me as this big bad professor, maybe he’d just ask me questions when he’s stuck. I know stuff, I’m just no good at telling them the stuff they need to know to pass. I’m not like you, every student loves flying class, whether they like flying or not.”
“Ah, Hyung, come on,” Hoseok presses closer, kissing Yoongi’s nose, “the kids like you.”
“They don’t! They think I’m mean and scary. Jeongguk thought I was a Slytherin.”
“Slytherins aren’t inherently bad, Hyung."
“There’s a subtext to assuming someone is one, though.”
“I guess. But Slytherin or not, you’re a really good professor, Hyung. You care about the students and how they do, it doesn’t matter that you’re not the favourite teacher of the school.”
Yoongi pouts, and it prompts Hoseok to kiss him again. “You’re my favourite, Hyung. Have been since we met in that dingy little fireplace.”
Yoongi smiles, dropping his head to Hoseok’s shoulder. “I had to hold your hand, remember? You were so nervous.”
“I seem to remember you having no problem with holding my hand, Hyung,” Hoseok laughs, “and you were the one who threw up when we got to the other side.”
“Travelling by magic isn’t my thing.”
Hoseok laughs again.
“You’re more than worth your weight in galleons, Jung Hoseok, you know that?”
“Mm, I do, but tell me, anyway.”
That earns Hoseok one of his favourite sounds from Yoongi; a laugh that starts as a hum, then tempers to a low, gentle purr.