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Y/N sighed heavily as she plopped down on the empty seat next to Baekhyun, feeling the eyes of everyone around her on her small being. She mentally made a note to kick Jinah’s ass after going back to her apartment. Jinah and her ‘morning activities’, with that boyfriend of hers, ugh. They just had to keep Y/N awake all night with their ‘nighttime activities’ and then did not even let her use the bathroom in the morning. Poor Y/N barely got two hours of restful sleep before they started again- in the bathroom of all places, the SHARED bathroom- and that led to Y/N missing her usual bus and coming in almost thirty minutes late to class.
And to make everything even better, this was Professor Kim’s class. Kim Jongin, the designated Professor McDreamy at their university. Granted, he was just a junior professor and was therefore assigned to teach only a few classes. That was before their regular professor went on sabbatical, resulting in Professor Kim taking up more classes, much to the delight of both the male and female students. And of course, who did not have a crush on this ridiculously handsome professor with warm brown eyes and soft fringes and beautifully tanned skin? Y/N was no exception, and it was killing her to know that she was coming late to his class.
Professor Kim glared at her pointedly before resuming the lesson, turning his back to the class. Y/N sighed again and Baekhyun asked, “Why are you sighing like a Victorian actress? And what is happening with you lately? You are late to almost all the morning classes!”
He purposely left out that Y/N had a black bra hanging from her jeans because he was a little shit and he liked being a little shit.
“Stupid people in love fucking around like bunnies, that’s what my problem is!” Y/N muttered under her breath, but loud enough for Baekhyun to hear. “Jinah has a new boyfriend and let’s just say they are NOT taking it slow. I should have gotten an apartment with thicker walls and separate bathrooms. “
Baekhyun snickered. “Poor single Y/N, getting angry at people in love, like always,” he said. “This is why Yeollie and I decided to move in together, we do not have to deal with grumpy roommates because they are jealous of us being in love!”
Y/N poked the boy’s forearm with her pen and said, “I am already feeling murderous today, why don’t I begin with you?”
Baekhyn shushed her saying, “Well, for one, it would totally ruin your chances with Professor McDreamy if you turn all Kill Bill in his class. You are one of his star students after all!”
This made Y/N snicker. Her chances with Professor Kim? Yeah. She had a better chance of getting her letter from Hogwarts at the age of 23 than a ‘chance’ with him. She was certain he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend. A man like that simply cannot be single, unless he is into some really weird kink.
Not that Y/N would mind.....
Shrugging the thoughts away, she told Baekhyun, “Like that is ever happening. And basically, everyone in every class is a star student. I have never even seen Jackson attend the rest of the classes but he always gets an A from Professor Kim. Never mind just tell me what I missed out on... I am SO sleepy ughh!”
As Baekhyun showed her his notes, the deep but somehow soft-at-the-same-time voice of Professor Kim drawled in the background, and Y/N found it very difficult to even keep her eyes open. She could not afford to fall asleep, they had their submissions next week, and she was already ridiculously late on her studies because of her dance lessons. She started counting sheep, hummed Ring Ding Dong in her mind, and prayed to every deity out there to make this class end fast. She had a free period after this and planned to go to the library and sleep in peace.
The class ended soon enough and Y/N got up to head to the library. Just as she was about to close the door of the classroom behind her, that velvety voice called out to her, “Y/N? May I have a word with you?”
Oh good Lord now what? What does Professor Kim have to say?
Did Y/N fuck up in some way?
Biting her lip, she turned around and walked up to his desk, and asked, “Yes, Sir?”
Kim Jongin looked at her in such a way that she felt she was going to melt into a puddle right there. Is this man a fucking incubus?
FOCUS, Y/N.
Professor Kim said, “I just wanted to ask you, is everything alright with you?”
That was a weird thing to ask. Y/N frowned and wondered why he was even asking this.
Professor Kim then said, “You have always been a diligent student, so imagine my surprise when you came to my class thirty minutes late, with- how do I put this, with a- an undergarment hanging off your clothes.”
Y/N’s eyes shot up for a second as she completely lost all sense of her surroundings and desperately ran a hand over her clothes and to her absolute horror, she found a bra hanging from the socket of her jeans. WHEN DID THAT EVEN GET THERE? DID SHE JUST TRAVEL HALFWAY THROUGH THE CITY WITH HER SPARE BRA HANGING OFF HER PANTS? Curse her for getting dressed half-asleep and never separating her old clothes from the new ones.
WHY DID BAEKHYUN NOT SAY ANYTHING- THAT CHEEKY ASSHOLE.
Y/N realized she was holding up the bra right in front of her face and hurriedly put it inside her bag. She did not know what to say. She was sure that she was redder than a tomato right now, and she really did not need this embarrassment in front of the one man she had a giant crush on. Somehow, she said, “I am very sorry, Professor Kim! I have been reckless and irresponsible and I will never be late again! Good day to you!”
She darted out of the class and did not look back. In fact, she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her right now. Somehow, she headed to the library. Yes, sleep will make everything better. Maybe she will wake up at her apartment and find that all of this was a bad dream.
As soon as she entered the library, she found her usual spot where no student even went and resting her tired head on her arms, Y/N drifted off to sleep in seconds. The alarm on her phone would wake her up soon enough when it was time.
A few minutes later, when she was fast asleep, someone came around to that corner of the library to return a book they had borrowed last week. Kim Jongin’s eyes immediately went to the sleeping figure on the bench, and he somehow felt guilty for embarrassing the girl in class. While it was very distracting to see a bra hanging off of her, he could have been more subtle about it.
The longer he looked at her, the warmer he felt inside. This was a nice girl, unlike most of his students, she did not throw herself at him, but from her reactions around him, Jongin was pretty sure she had a crush on him.
What she did not know was that Kim Jongin liked her back.
Y/N was a ballet dancer, and Jongin used to dance back during his days. The habit stayed with him and he used to frequently come to the ballet recitals at the university. He had recognized the girl on stage from one of his classes. She was not a prodigy by any means, but her movements had a certain kind of power, and he could not tear his eyes off of her. He could point out the mistakes in her technique but the passion she exuded, really clouded everything else. She was playing Nikia in La Bayadere, and Jongin used to go to every practice to observe her progress. And in the process, much to his own embarrassment, he found himself developing a soft spot for the big-eyed girl from his class.
Looking at her sleeping figure, he realized that the dance lessons were probably taking a toll on her. Maybe he should tutor her for the upcoming assignments? Yes, that would definitely help the girl.
After a long day, Y/N finally came back to her apartment. She was greeted by none other than Jinah’s boyfriend- Taemin, who was STILL at their place. Taemin smiled at Y/N charmingly, and if Y/N did not know how rough this guy could get while getting it on, she would have almost tucked him in looking at that sweet smile on his face. Instead, she frowned and said, “You have got to keep it down, man. Some of us need to sleep. “
Taemin now smiled apologetically and said, “I am sorry, I tend to get carried away... I will try to keep it in check? How was your day? Jinah asked me to tell you that she will be working the night shift, so you need not worry about her coming back. I will leave in a few minutes as well, now that you have come back. “
Saying goodbye to her, Taemin left to meet up with his buddy at their favorite coffee place. He spotted her at their usual table, and walking up to him, he said, “Jongin-ah, I could sense your frustration from a mile away. Did that girl break your heart?”
Kim Jongin looked at his best friend and said, “I have actually not even been able to ask her out. I mean, she is my student. I cannot just ask her to go out with me. I will be kicked out of the university and she will probably be suspended. She is so cute, I swear, it’s like, she makes me feel warm. The weirdest thing happened today, she showed up late with her bra hanging off her clothes! She must have overslept or something! I was this close to popping a boner. “
Taemin asked, “Did you get a good look at her cup size? I mean-“
He was punched by a pouty Jongin, who then said, “Come on man! She is younger than me. What if she has a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? I just do not want to create a problem for both of us. I’ve liked her for a while but, I really do not want any trouble.”
Taemin sighed and said, “Well then lucky for you, I have a plan. Listen to me carefully. You were thinking about tutoring her for something, weren’t you? It is a good opportunity!”
To Y/N’s surprise, the next day, Professor Kim asked her to stay back. He was going to help out a few students who had other university engagements with their academics, and Y/N was honestly so grateful. Of course, she did not know that she was the only student who would be tutored. So she went to the library at the designated time and found Professor Kim already waiting. Thinking about how it was just going to be the two of them, she blushed furiously before taking a seat opposite him and flooding his ears with her questions.
This continued for four days, and Jongin still had not gathered up the nerve to talk to her about anything other than their lessons, and frankly, even he was getting tired of discussing Hegel’s contradictions at this point. He noticed she had a small bandage around her wrist, and asked, “Were you involved in an accident?”
Y/N shook her head and said, “Ah, no, I actually lost my footing while I was practicing and in an effort to not sprain my leg, I landed on my wrist. I am practicing for this year’s ballet production. “
Like Jongin did not know that already.
He said, “I remember my ballet days! I would always injure my knees but I guess I have rarely seen a wrist injury. Do be careful, it’s probably good that it is not your dominant hand. “
Y/N’s eyes lit up. She asked excitedly, “Professor, you used to dance?”
Finally, they were getting somewhere!
Jongin adjusted his glasses and said, “Back in university, I was part of our local troupe. Injured my hamstring later, so I had to give up, but I was quite fond of it.”
Y/N did not know why the next words just flew out of her mouth- “In that case, Sir, will you be open to helping me with my ballet lessons too? I have honestly been feeling much better about my assignments ever since you started helping me out, and I was wondering if you would help me with my ballet lessons too!”
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
WHY DID SHE JUST SAY THAT.
Not only was this extremely unprofessional, but Professor Kim could also actually complain against her for harassment! She was basically asking her Ethics professor to help her with ballet? That’s like, some twisted way of asking for a booty call!
Y/N’s face immediately became red and before she could splutter out an apology, Professor Kim said, “I would certainly help you out if that is what you want. I may be a bit rusty, but my friend from the troupe teaches in the city, and I can even get you in touch with him, he can definitely polish your skills. I am honored that you would consider me to help you out!”
Y/N just looked at him with her mouth wide open. Did he just say that? He did not find it creepy at all? Anyone would have thought Y/N was hitting on him!
Well, if he accepted, then that is not at all on Y/N. Professor Kim must be such a nice person, going to such lengths for his students!
Y/N blushed once again and said, “Thank you, Sir. I am glad that you agreed to help me out.”
Jongin had a hard time not kissing her senseless right then. She was too innocent for this.
The ballet lessons were going great, in Jongin’s opinion. Y/N was definitely an eager learner and was fast enough to correct her technique whenever it was required. However, Y/N seemed to have a different view. As the production was nearing, she was breaking out in anxiety over her performance. This was the first time she would be playing a major character, and she was aware of what she lacked, but more than that, she really was not confident enough in herself. She was so diligent that all the time Professor Kim trained her; she would not even focus on the fact that he was standing close to her or holding her hands and her feet to correct her posture. She was scared of ruining the show.
Her anxiety obviously manifested itself into her being. She used to smile less, talk less, hell; she would not even be flustered whenever Jongin came too close to her (which he sometimes did on purpose). Jongin honestly thought at one point that maybe she was dating someone secretly, but he did not give up. Seeing how serious she was about this performance, he told himself to keep it in his pants and help her like a mentor, which she honestly considered him to be.
It felt weird for him. Every woman had thrown herself into his arms every chance they got, and this one girl was so anxious that she pretty much ignored his existence while he was trying to correct her steps. If anything, her little pout and determined eyes made him weaker for her. Over the last few weeks, they had met up at Taemin’s studio (Y/N obviously did not know it belonged to Taemin) after his classes were done, and Jongin would mostly watch her perform and sometimes help her correct her technique. They got much closer, although Y/N still insisted on being formal with him; she knew that he had long given up on the formalities with her. And while it made her feel warm and fuzzy, she still knew he was her teacher, and she would not violate certain boundaries even if her hormones drove her crazy. He would also walk her home sometimes and they would get coffee on the way. Jongin had joked about how she was the only ballet dancer he knew who did not follow a systematic diet, and to that, Y/N had said that she would rather give up ballet than food. While it was true that she definitely had more meat on her bones than most ballerinas, it never hindered her from being good at it. They had talked about a lot of things, and that was when Y/N had mentioned that she earnestly started ballet after her mother- a ballet instructor herself- had passed away, mostly as a coping mechanism, but it stayed with her and she now mostly continued it to feel closer to her mother. Jongin felt bad manipulating a hobby that meant so much to her, but well, he was in too deep now to back out. He knew that even if he was turned down, the girl would not run off to the university administration shouting sexual harassment. It was worth the risk.
Jongin kept going to the rehearsals, and as the production approached, Y/N slowly gave in to her anxieties and started messing up her routines. This continued for a while before the director snapped at her in front of everyone and sternly asked her to step back if she was only going to make it harder on the rest of the team.
That evening, Y/N did not leave with the rest of the crew. She stayed back in the dressing room, sobbing quietly.
When Jongin saw that she was not coming out, even after forty-five minutes, he became worried and ventured backstage to check if she was still practicing. He found her curled up on the floor of the dressing room, tears pouring down her big eyes, her face red and puffy. He knew it was highly wrong, and they were still on the premises of the university, and anyone could walk in and get the wrong idea, but he couldn’t help himself. He gently sat down next to her and held her softly. Y/N seemed to not know who it was that was holding her, and she simply held on to him and bawled her eyes out.
When she finally stopped crying, she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and looked up to see who it was that had comforted her.
She was not expecting to see warm brown eyes and a stupidly handsome face staring back at her with such concern. She jumped back when she realized she had gotten her tears and snot all over Professor Kim’s cream-colored shirt and coat- damn that coat looked expensive- and now all she could do was stare at him in horror.
When did he even come in? How did Y/N not realize she was basically dehydrating herself on her professor?
She stepped back and bit her lip, and before she could say anything, Jongin said, “Y/N, please do not feel the need to apologize. I was concerned when you were not coming out and I did not want you to be miserable all alone. “
Y/N said in a low voice, “You are my teacher... I keep crossing my bounds and forgetting my place. Sir, you really should not have come here... I need to get myself straight. “
Jongin sighed. This girl was proving to be more difficult than he had imagined. While his respect for her increased every time she maintained her composure in front of him, even though the opportunity to do something else was right there, he was not a very patient man. He had just witnessed the girl he liked, cry in front of him and he would be damned if he let her go right now.
Jongin said a bit sternly, “Y/N, you need not straighten yourself for anyone. You are not a professional ballerina, yet you are the leading lady in a university production. Give yourself some credit. You are doing great. It is alright to have bad days, and believe me; I do not think that it is unprofessional of you in any way to confide in me. You have been nothing but a model human being, and you do not have to be formal with me. I may be older than you, I may be your professor, but I am also here for you. “
Y/N could literally feel her whole body light on fire at the sincerity in his voice. It was like he was practically begging her to trust him completely.
But that was just an overestimation. Y/N knew that he was saying this simply because he was a good person. But maybe, just for today, she would take him up and try to calm down.
She smiled a little and said, “Thank you, Sir. What time is it- holy shit it is late! I need to get back home RIGHT NOW or I will miss the last bus!”
Jongin said, “Let me give you a ride to your home, alright? It is late and I would not feel comfortable with you using public transport at this time. Let’s go.”
That night, Y/N slept like a baby, even through Jinah and Taemin’s scary lovemaking. She dreamt of beautiful brown eyes, half-covered by soft fringes of hair, a reassuring smile, and warm touch. For some reason, she felt closer to her dead mother than she had in years.
The production was tomorrow, and Y/N was positively freaking out. It was the weekend so thankfully there were no classes, and she was holed up in Professor Kim’s friend’s studio all day, practicing madly. The professor had said he would come in the afternoon, so she took a little break, had her lunch, and showered up just before he arrived.
Professor Kim was dressed in his usual clothes, a black coat over an off-white button-up shirt and trousers, with those square glasses and hair falling over his eyes. Every time he came up to her like this, she would get dazed. This man was good-looking enough to be a model for Gucci, what was he even doing teaching Ethics to a bunch of kids?
Jongin saw that she had eaten lunch, which was a good thing. But he could practically feel the tension from her in waves. She was constantly fidgeting with her fingers, biting her lips raw (which was very, very distracting), and sighing. When she started her routine, her balance was a little bit off, and that seemed to throw her off for the rest of the performance. She ended up hurting her toe due to her balance and nearly fell down, and would have hit her head on the floor had it not been for Jongin’s quick reflexes.
She panted in his hold for a few seconds and then said, “I really should not have done this... I will just make a fool of myself out there. God, what do I even do...”
Jongin turned her towards him and said, “There is only one reason you are messing up. You are too stressed. Look at how rigid you are, how can a ballerina have such rigid arms and legs? You simply need to get the stress out of your system or you cannot let the music lead you. “
Y/N scoffed and said, “How I wish I did drugs! I literally have nothing to take my mind off this! The assignments are all over, I did fairly well and now I just do not know what to do for stress relief! I mean, ballet is supposed to be exercise technically, so that the hell is wrong with my happy hormone production?!”
Jongin decided to go all in, and said in a low voice, “There are other ways to relieve stress, Y/N-ah.”
Y/N looked up at him in surprise, as he had never addressed her in this way before. In less than a second, Professor Kim leaned down and placed his lips over hers, softly, as if unsure of his action and seeking her approval.
Y/N froze, and her mind went at a hundred miles per hour. What was happening right now? Was Professor McDreamy kissing her?
Wait, was he drunk or something? Did he think she was someone else?
She pulled back and stared at him with her big eyes, and he slowly licked his lips, making her blush furiously at the action. She finally found her voice and squeaked, “Um, Sir, you must- what, huh? What are you doing? I mean, that was- a very nice kiss, God knows I cannot even remember the last time I kissed someone- why am I saying this... Sir-”
Closing in on her, Jongin placed a finger on her lips, cutting her sentence. She tensed up but then melted as soon as he pulled her close with his other hand, and said, “Not that I do not like you calling me ‘Sir’- it certainly makes me feel a certain way, but right now, I would love to hear you say my name.”
Oh God, this was happening! Professor McDreamy was hitting on her!
Fuck it, whether he was drunk or not could be discussed later. They were both adults, and Y/N knew for a fact that a lot of the university staff used to do the dirty with students. As long as it was consensual, she would not mind, and God knows she needed to get laid.
Gathering up her nerves, she whispered, “J-Jongin..”
Something changed in the man’s eyes as he pulled her close and put his lips on hers once again, but this time, it was more demanding, more passionate. His full lips covered hers like a missing puzzle piece, and she eagerly responded, sighing into the kiss when she felt his pull her even closer, so much that not even air could pass through them.
She was pretty much sitting on top of him at this point, and he started getting up but did not break the kiss. Y/N pulled away to breathe, and he dragged her by her hand to the mattress at the corner of the room where trainees would nap sometimes, and the pulled her on top of him again.
He said, “If only you were not this tensed, I could have taken you in a more comfortable place but fuck it... I cannot hold myself back anymore, just... You are so irresistible, Y/N-ah.”
If it was possible for human beings to randomly combust, it would have certainly happened to Y/N by now. She simply tried hiding her face in his neck, prompting a snicker out of him. However, she put both her arms around him, trying to find some respite in the warmth of his body. She said, “Proffe- I mean, Jongin-ah, please... Don’t make me beg for it, not today...”
Jongin felt his whole being light up from her words, as he flipped her on the mattress and said in a husky voice, “That’s all you needed to say, baby.”
They kissed again, and this time, Y/N felt bold and guided Jongin’s hands to the hem of her t-shirt, as he fiddled with it and tickled her belly. Not breaking the kiss, he took off his coat and his own shirt and almost prompted a nosebleed from Y/N.
Every fantasy the students had about Kim Jongin was true. His tanned skin shone beautifully in the dim light of the studio, his abs looked like they were made by a Renaissance sculptor, his shoulders were broad and strong, the veins in his arms made Y/N’s breath falter, and her eyes traveled down to the enticing happy trail below his navel, that disappeared into the line of his underwear.
“Like what you see?” Jongin asked her, smirking.
The handsome devil.
Y/N pulled him close to her and kissed him again, tasting every bit of his mouth as if she was starving. Goddamn, this man was something else. She let her hands wander around and felt heat pool between her legs when she felt the muscles on his back and his arms.
If this was a wet dream, she would kill someone if she woke up before cumming.
Jongin kissed a wet patch from her lips to her jaw, and then her neck and collarbones, where he left wet kisses. He could see the effect it was having on her, the way she was shivering made him smirk in victory. So she was sensitive around here. As she arched her neck to give him better access, he suddenly bit down hard, making her almost cry out. He immediately kissed the broken skin, soothing it, prompting a delicious sound from her lips which she abruptly stopped, biting her lips.
He trailed his mouth to her ears and whispered, “Please let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back.” He immediately attacked her neck once again and she let herself flow through the pleasure, making all sorts of noises that went straight to Jongin’s dick.
Jongin slowly made his way down her neck once again and lifted her t-shirt up to her chin, and immediately kissed her bare belly. “So cute..., “ he said. “How are you so cute and so irresistible at the same time, huh?”
Y/N made an unintelligible noise, as Jongin dived in between her breasts and sucked a hickey there. He gently made her take off her t-shirt and her sports bra and kissed her down until he reached her thighs. It took little resistance to take off every piece of clothing from her, and he looked at her with a glint in his eyes, taking in her form.
Y/N blushed and scampered to cover herself up, only for Jongin to hold her hands on both sides of her head, and say, “You should never try to do that, love, you are so perfect, I can stare at you for hours and not get tired.” He kissed her lips again, feeling her body with his hands- her waist, and her breasts. He kissed down from her neck and ravished her senseless, and stopped only when Y/N asked him to be gentle.
“Don’t mark me up like that, “ she said in between breaths, as she felt his mouth against her chest, sucking, biting, kissing. “I will have to perform tomorrow, there is only so much that makeup can hide.”
Jongin said, “I know that, baby. I am holding myself back from taking you completely today because I want you to be able to perform tomorrow. However, once you are done, I can make no promises. “
He swiftly took off his pants and his underwear and then they were both bared to each other, entwined in a mess of limbs, moaning each other’s names and sloppily kissing. Jongin kissed every inch of her body, and gave extra attention to her most sensitive parts, making her cry out in pleasure every time his tongue hit that spot that made her entire body squirm. He was surprisingly gentle with her, for she could feel how hard he was trying to not ruin her completely, then and there. She did not want to be the only one feeling good, so she made sure to try and make him feel good with her hands. Jongin strictly did not let her do more, saying that he would lose control if she did.
Needless to say, he made her feel very good if the sounds that she made and the way her body just melted under him were any indications.
As she laid blissed-out, he kissed her lips again and again, and she wrapped her tiny form around him.
“Was that enough for stress relief, Y/N-ah?”
Epilogue:
As soon as the production was finished, Y/N’s phone buzzed with a single text- ‘It is payback time, love.’
She skipped the afterparty and met with Jongin outside the hall. They silently walked towards his car, and he turned towards his home. Y/N was nervous, this was technically going to be her first time with him, and although she had had a taste of what it would be like, she was still a little worried.
“If you keep biting your lip like that then I will just have to take you in the backseat, and that will not be comfortable for either of us, baby,” Jongin said, a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. Then he felt himself going soft at her blush, and said, “I will take care of you, okay? Don’t be scared. “
He was true to his word. He had first given her water and snacks and praised her performance over and over until she was a blushing mess, before taking her to his room.
The sheets were all ruined for good by the time they were done, and Y/N knew that she would not be able to move properly for a few days now. Good thing she could at least blame it all on the weeks of intense ballet. As she curled up against Jongin’s side, she said, “You know, I was planning on dropping Ethics next semester anyway, and now I have a reason to do so. It is going to be my last semester here anyway, and I think I can go a few months without telling the whole world that we have, you know, done it.”
Jongin kissed her forehead softly and said, “That is a good decision because there will be a lot more of doing it.”
Y/N could not believe her luck. This man, who was pretty much wanted by the whole university, how was he lying there next to her, talking to her so lovingly?
As if hearing her thoughts, he said, “Hey, can we go out on a real date sometime? I know I rushed in, but, I am a bit old-fashioned too... I want to indulge you as well... I am older than you after all, and I really like you, Y/N-ah. I hope- I hope this was not just a one night stand for you- a two-night stand, if you will- like, I will completely respect your decision if it is, but I do want to know you more, and I think I can see myself falling in love with you.”
Y/N’s did not think that after all Jongin had done tonight, he could possibly make her heart race any faster, but with those words, she just turned into mush. She smiled and said, “To think that you were making my world go upside down a few minutes back and now you are all mushy and cute... damn you, Kim Jongin. Yes, take me out on as many dates as you want. I want to fall in love with you too.”
Jongin kissed her softly, leisurely, relishing in the feel of her mouth against his. She was everything he had thought she would be- soft, pliant, delicious. He was a lucky man.
Y/N pulled back and looked at him with her big, beautiful eyes, and suddenly, Jongin asked, “Taemin was telling me that you guys call me Professor McDreamy in class, is that right?”
He spent the rest of the night apologizing to her for concocting this whole plan and then made it up to her in the best way possible. Y/N was not even mad at Taemin anymore for being a loud sex-crazed beast.
Extra:
Taemin kissed the column of Jinah’s neck, as she said, “Thank you for getting Y/N laid. From what you have told me, she will not be back tonight, so I believe now we can be as loud as we want to?”