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Hoseok rolls back his shoulders as he prepares for his next class. He has everything ready, and now he just needs his student to arrive. A Jeon Jungkook. His application states that he's twenty-two and an omega. Hoseok is intrigued. He doesn't get very many omega students. They prefer to go for omega teachers, but Jungkook's application stated that he could only attend on Thursday nights, and Hoseok is the only one still available to teach on Thursday nights. He doesn't mind being taught by an alpha, and he would prefer a solo class instead of mixing in with other students. It's nothing unusual, but he still can't help but wonder why. Everyone has a reason for why they want to learn how to dance alone, and while it's usually simple, Hoseok still finds it impactful to his teaching if he knows why.
He's staring at the application, trying to discern who Jungkook is from the basic facts stated on the page, when he hears the door open. He glances up, unsure what he expected to see, but he knows it isn't the vision before him. His mouth falls open as his eyes rake over the beautiful body in front of him, the pretty face hiding behind his hair, the delicate shine of metal in his lips and eyebrows as his hands tighten around his bag strap. One of the hands is tattooed, the designs continuing up and up his arms until they disappear into a sleeve.
Hoseok has never seen a prettier omega than Jeon Jungkook. He's not entirely sure that Jungkook is human because surely no human has any business looking that good. Jungkook bites his lip, showing Hoseok that he has bunny teeth, and oh, that makes something rumble to life inside him. A slight whiff of his scent carries across the studio, ginger and eucalyptus melding together. Hoseok wonders how in the world it's possible for someone to be the definition of perfect and still look so nervous standing in front of Hoseok.
Hoseok is willing to hand over the keys to his apartment and car and all the passwords to all his bank accounts right this very second if it would make Jungkook happy.
(He regrets making fun of Yoongi for how he tripped over Seokjin. This is clearly karma.)
"Hi," Jungkook says, his voice soft, sweet, and clear as a bell. It's the most beautiful voice Hoseok has ever heard. "Are you Jung Hoseok?"
He'll legally change his name if Jungkook doesn't like it, but for the moment, he nods his head so hard that he's pretty sure he resembles a bobblehead.
Judging from the slight quirk at the corner of that pretty mouth, Jungkook doesn't seem to be turned away from the act. Thankfully. Though Hoseok has no doubt that he'll find some new way to embarrass himself completely in front of his brand-new crush.
"I'm Jeon Jungkook," the omega continues. "Your new student."
Right. Fuck. New student. The big, bold reason why Hoseok cannot do anything about these feelings he's now been cursed with. It's a little thing called professional ethics, and it's something that Hoseok has always been glad for before.
"Yes!" he yelps, wincing at the sound of his voice and how loud he is. Jungkook blinks, clearly not expecting it either. At least they have something in common. They can both wonder what the fuck Hoseok is doing while he exists in the presence of the prettiest omega in the world.
"Yes," he repeats, forcing his voice to be softer. "I'm Jung Hoseok. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Jungkook nods, this time the corners of his mouth uplifting into a small but true smile. It's a sight that could shame all the stars in the sky. He can feel the breath getting trapped in his throat, and if this is his end, then his family can rest comfortably, knowing it was a good one.
"Jimin told me that you were the best in the business," Jungkook continues. "When I told him that I was looking to get back into dancing, he actually filled out my application for me." He shrugs bashfully. It's a dagger of cuteness through Hoseok's heart. "I'm just glad you still had classes on Thursday nights and I can make it work."
Motherfucking Park Jimin.
Hoseok loves him as much as he hates him at this moment. How dare he bring the most beautiful boy in the world to Hoseok's studio? How dare he not do this sooner?
Hoseok forces himself away from deciding if Jimin will be the godfather of their first child or not. He smiles at Jungkook. No matter what Jimin's intentions were, this is still Hoseok's student. He won't compromise that or make him feel uncomfortable. He's a professional. He can handle himself around a pretty omega.
*
Hoseok doesn't know how to handle himself around a pretty omega. Jungkook is clearly a very skilled dancer, and seeing how his body moves only makes Hoseok think about other ways it could be moving. While Hoseok doesn't think there's anything he can teach Jungkook beyond new moves, he doesn't want to say that Jungkook needs a more advanced tutor that Hoseok if he actually wants to improve his form and technique.
Because fuck, he likes Jungkook. Not just because of his looks. But because over the course of an hour and a half, Jungkook has proven to be funny, smart, and kind. He spent five minutes showing Hoseok pictures of his dogs and then nearly cried when Hoseok showed him a picture of Mickey. He has the bunniest smile in the whole world. He has tattoos and piercings so pretty and delicate upon his body that it makes him look like a treasure that Hoseok has to adore.
Hoseok wishes Jimin could have been normal and set them up without going to these lengths. Because now, Hoseok doesn't know what to do.
Not until he sees Jungkook getting ready to leave, smiling gently at Hoseok as if he knows that there's really nothing more Hoseok can teach him, and thus, he can't stop himself from blurting out, "Do you want to go out with me?"
He closes his eyes as soon as he says it, mentally preparing to update his resume for when Jungkook rightfully complains, before he decides that it's not needed because he doubts that he could hide Jimin's body well enough for the police not to find it. He'll be in prison soon enough.
"You want to go out with me?" Jungkook whispers. It's the words Hoseok was expecting, but he isn't saying with the disgust he assumed would be there. Instead, there's something shocked in his voice. When he opens his eyes to look at him, he sees Jungkook standing awkwardly as he looks at Hoseok with something akin to awe.
It makes Hoseok's gut twist. "Yeah," he says. He puts more confidence than he feels into his voice because he thinks this is something that Jungkook needs to hear. He thinks that it's something he deserves to hear. "I want to go out with you."
Jungkook looks down at him, at his tattooed arm, and then back up to Hoseok, his eyes turning bitter. "I mean, I'm not exactly going to give you what you want." He tucks some of his long, pullable hair behind his ear. "I never do." He clears his throat. "I'm not really into rough stuff. I like . . . I like other things."
And oh, now Hoseok understands Jimin. Because this convoluted setup wasn't for Hoseok's sake but for Jungkook. To allow him to be in a setting where someone can prove that they want Jungkook for something more than what it seems everyone has wanted Jungkook for in the past.
(He won't deny that perhaps on the surface, Jungkook looks like he would like things harsher and rougher, but Hoseok doesn't want to treat Jungkook with harshness and roughness. He wants to treat him like the princess he truly seems to be.)
"Good," Hoseok states. "I like other things too." He tilts his head to the side. "Your tattoos are pretty and elegant. Your piercings make you look like a delicate fairy. I hope you like hearing 'princess' because that's what I want to call you. I've wanted to kiss the tip of your nose since you walked through the door. When you smile, you look like a bunny and it feels like an instant shot of joy. I'm really sorry that so many people have made you feel like someone is only going to want you for something rough. But I want to treat you how you want to be treated. If that's rough, that's fine. But if you want to be treated like a delicate angel who might break if handled wrong, I assure you that I can handle you right." He finds himself taking step after step towards Jungkook, maintaining eye contact with the increasingly shocked omega. His eyes are actually tearing up. It breaks Hoseok's heart.
(Jimin is definitely going to be the godfather.)
"Yeah," Hoseok whispers. "Yeah, I want to go out with you." He's standing in front of Jungkook now, looking into those pretty eyes that feel like they hold galaxies. "You deserve something sweet. I want to be that alpha for you."
Jungkook sniffs, rubbing his eyes with his wrist. "You're nice," he gets out. "You're so, so nice. I. . . ." He takes a deep breath and meets Hoseok's gaze head-on. "I want to go out with you too."
Hoseok can see the bravery in that statement. How he doesn't seem to believe that Hoseok means what he says. But that's okay. Hoseok looks forward to proving him wrong.
*
"You two are disgusting," Jimin says, his beaming smile so bright that Hoseok fears that he might go blind if he looks into it for too long. "It's adorable."
"We're doing nothing but sitting here," Hoseok states bluntly. He's not sure what about this Jimin must find so disgusting.
"Jungkook's literally sitting in your lap," Jimin points out. Hoseok pretends that he doesn't have a valid point. "I think he's sound asleep."
He is. He decided that Hoseok's lap looked comfortable, so he tucked himself into it, buried his head into his neck, and now seems to have no intention of ever moving. At least, that's what Hoseok hopes. He doesn't want to move right now. Not when Jungkook is so sweet and adorable in his arms. He can feel the omega's pout against his skin, and Hoseok is sure that there is something uniquely Jungkook happening in his dreams. He can't wait to hear about it.
They've only been dating for two months, but already, Hoseok can't imagine what it would be like if he didn't have Jungkook in his life. He's a breath of fresh air, adorable and perfect in every conceivable way, even when he's pouting that Hoseok didn't buy him banana milk.
(Of course, Hoseok bought him banana milk. But if he told Jungkook that, then he wouldn't get to see the adorable little pout.)
Jimin has spent the entire time boasting about how he's single-handedly responsible for their happiness, something that would annoy Hoseok if it didn't feel so perfectly true. Especially in the case of Jungkook, because it breaks Hoseok's heart to realize how many people made Jungkook feel like he was nothing just because he had tattoos, piercings, and muscles. Acting as if he wasn't a pretty boy that liked to be told that he was good, tucking himself into your side and becoming a brand of warmth. He can't believe that he was the first person to ever realize this, at least in a romantic sense.
He's glad that Jimin could see it and guide Jungkook to him.
Jungkook lets out a deep sigh, pressing himself deeper into Hoseok's body. He raises a hand to curl through his wavy locks, and he has to agree. They are pretty disgusting.
(Hoseok wants to figure out how they can get even worse.)