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01.
Seokjin enters his classroom at 6:35AM, as he normally does, and experiences one of the most strangest things in his entire career.
He takes a few steps back out into the hallway to look at the number above the door. It's 207, so definitely his classroom. But-
He steps back in, hoping that maybe it looks normal again, but alas. Somewhere between yesterday afternoon and this morning, someone had gotten into his classroom and changed everything. The desks are all facing the opposite direction as yesterday, his desk now in the back of the room instead of the front. If it even was his desk. There is a whiteboard stand in front of the chalkboard, and no chalk. Not even in his desk.
“Er,” he mutters, not knowing what to do. Classes start in half an hour, and he couldn’t get everything back in order by then. He doesn’t even own expo markers. Ah, he realizes, but Yoongi does.
Dropping his stuff onto the nearest desk and praying that no early students enter the room and open his notes, he makes his way up the stairs to room 307.
Yoongi’s classroom used to be next to his, 205, but Seokjin teaches history, and Yoongi physics, so it didn’t take long for Seokjin’s students to be distracted by the many noises that came frmo next door from the strange experiments Yoongi liked to demonstrate for his students. After many complaints and persistent knocking on both Yoongi’s door and Hoseok’s door, the two decided that they would move Yoongi’s room further away.
And so, because their principal is quite possibly the most unprofessional principal in existence, Yoongi is moved to the classroom right above his, so now Seokjin’s class has the prime space to hear Yoongi’s experiments, especially the ones depicting the power of gravity.
“Seokjin?” someone asks, and Seokjin looks up the staircase to see his desired conquest standing in front of him, shirt untucked and hair a mess. Seokjin swallows down the butterflies in his chest, and his want to run his hands through Yoongi’s hair to straighten it out. “What’re you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” he answers, watching as Yoongi tries to rub the sleep away from his eyes. “Do you have an extra expo marker?”
Yoongi’s voice is a little less tinged with sleep as his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “Expo marker? I mean, yes, but why? You use a chalkboard.”
Seokjin motions for Yoongi to follow, and explains his classroom situation along the way. He feels a bit bad that he disturbed Yoongi’s usual coffee run, but this way, he gets to spend more time with his crush (as childish it seems to use a term like that to Grown Adults), and he might even get a free coffee out of it, depending on how nice Yoongi is feeling.
“See!” Seokjin says as the door swings open, only to find no whiteboard. The rest of the classroom is still as strange as ten minutes ago, but the whiteboard is stand is missing, and he helplessly looks out into the hallway to see where it went as Yoongi looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “I could have sworn...” he trails off, and then shakes his head. “Okay, no marker needed. But everything’s different! The desks aren’t even facing the board? And there’s no chalk!”
Yoongi steps past him and towards the chalkboard, reaching down to pick a completely unused piece of chalk. “Is this not chalk?” he asks. “Is this not your classroom?”
“It’s different!” Seokjin splutters, padding over to Yoongi. He inspects the piece of chalk and gawks when Yoongi places it back down and puts his arms on his waist. “The podium isn’t even upright!”
“It’s exactly the same,” Yoongi replies, which is definitely not true. “May I go get my coffee now?”
“It’s not!” Seokjin almost yells, and runs over to the other side of the classroom, where a freshly opened box of chalk is resting. He turns to gesture wildly at Yoongi, only to see him looking less confused and annoyed, but more amused and playful. And definitely very smug. When he realizes Seokjin's looking at him, he faces the ground and coughs into his palm.
“You,” he accuses, realization dawning on him. “What did you do?”
Yoongi puts his hands up in defense when Seokjin stalks over to him, protesting, “Nothing! I swear I-”
He had wondered why Namjoon and Yoongi were giggling at the end of the day yesterday, when Seokjin had announced he was going home early, instead of staying for after school help. Namjoon gossiping was nothing unusual, but the hidden glances at him were something else.
Yoongi, on the other hand, was not one to gossip, but he also was not stranger to the hidden glances. They played chicken for more years that Seokjin had even been worked at this school for. Now, as Seokjin grabs the lapels of his shirt and tugs forward, Yoongi’s face flushes as he tries to hold back his snickers.
“Min Yoongi, you are either going to confess up right here what you did last night, or you’re going to help me put everything back in order-”
“Woah,” another voice cuts in, “are we interrupting?”
Seokjin stops what he’s doing, but doesn’t let go of Yoongi’s shirt as he turns his head to face the door, and more specifically, Namjoon and Jungkook.
“Um,” Namjoon says, and quickly covers Jungkook’s eyes with his hand. “Go stand out in the hallway, you didn’t see anything.”
“I am in the hallway,” Jungkook protests. Yoongi takes a step back and clears his throat, starting to properly tuck his shirt into his pants.
Oh. Seokjin suddenly realizes. This does not look like he was yelling angrily at his coworker, it looks more like, more-
Namjoon takes a step into the classroom and looks around. He even has the gall to smirk. “Nice redecorating. Looks like the students have a prime view of the material.”
Seokjin is going to murder him. They’ll never, ever find the body. No one really needs to learn English in Korea; no repercussions to the school done.
“You better fix this right now before I-”
Seokjin stops speaking, realizing he actually does not know what he’s going to do. He could report them to Hoseok, but Hoseok would probably laugh and commend them on their creativity.
“Quick, let’s go,” Namjoon says to Jungkook. “You don’t want to be a witness when the police question you why Yoongi and I are dead. And I know you haven’t done your homework.”
“Namjoon!”
Yoongi whistles as inconspicuously as he can (which is very inconspicuous) and heads towards to the door, only to have the back of his shirt grabbed by Seokjin.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demands, and Yoongi promptly pales, turning back to look at Seokjin.
“Er,” he says, “away from any more rumors.”
He slips out the door while Seokjin’s mouth is agape, and has to rearrange the classroom back together by himself, all while plotting Namjoon’s death.
02.
God must be punishing him right now, or something of the sort, because he stumbles into the teacher’s lounge even earlier than usual, at 6:15AM, and flops down onto the couch. From a distance, he can hear the door opening and someone’s footsteps drawing in closer towards him.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi’s voice asks, and he looks up blearily, sleep clouding the edges of his vision.
“Let me sleep forever,” he says, and rests his head on the chair’s arm as Yoongi sits besides him and flips through his phone. He should probably get up and start to grade his students' quizzes from Friday, but he spent much more time out last night with friends, and is mildly hungover and much definitely sleep deprived.
“Did you stay out late last night?” he asks. Seokjin nods, uncomfortable fabric smushed up against his face. He doesn’t care. He’ll sleep for a thousand years - Hyorin can take over his class.
"'Twas Jinhwan's birthday."
Usually he’s the one who reprimands Yoongi for staying up late for whatever odd reason he has, so this time he doesn’t complain when Yoongi does the same for him, lightly scolding him as Seokjin dozes off. A hand comes up to lightly scratch at Seokjin’s nape, then cards through his hair, and Seokjin really does fall asleep to Yoongi’s hands softly petting him to sleep.
It is 6:45AM when he wakes up, and when he does, the hand in his hair stops and disappears, which Seokjin kind of misses already.
“Are you awake?” Yoongi asks. “Homeroom starts in five minutes.”
“Mmm,” Seokjin sighs back, searching for Yoongi’s hand, and frowning when said adult stands up and pockets his phone. “Carry me.”
Yoongi sighs and starts to head out the door, motioning for Seokjin to follow and bowing in greeting to Yunho on the way out.
“I’ll get you something that’ll definitely wake you up,” Yoongi tells him, amongst the crowd of students also trying oh-so desperately to get a pick me up before they have to go to class. He almost misses the smirk in Yoongi’s voice, and gives him a confused look as he observes the canteen, then freezes as someone giggles behind him.
“Morning, teachers,” Jimin greets, still giggling, and behind him, Taehyung is looking in between them both with the strangest look in his eyes. “Is that something coffee?”
“That’s what you’d think,” Yoongi says, smiling down at him, and Seokjin nearly tells the two students to run, but instead he turns to order two coffees. “But actually, we were discussing whether to tell the football coach your latest test scores.”
Jimin’s face pales as Taehyung howls with laughter, and Seokjin pulls Yoongi away from the scene before yelling, “No, it’s definitely coffee!” over his shoulder. Once they’ve gotten a safe distance away, towards the side table where straws and cup holders and sugar is, he gives Yoongi a stern look. “Yoongi, he’s seventeen.”
“I’ve warned him before that if he failed my exam again, I would pull him from the football team,” Yoongi replies, shrugging, and takes their coffees from him. “It’s motivation. Besides, Taehyung is a star in physics. I’ve gotten him to stay after to tutor Jimin.”
Seokjin sighs and tries to wipe away the lingering remains of sleep from his eyes, and looks around to see if they’re anywhere nearby. Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t look like he’s taken the comment to heart, though he can definitely hear his whining from where Taehyung has ordered him a hot chocolate instead of a coffee.
“Here,” Yoongi says, handing him an open cup of coffee. “Still sleepy?”
“A little,” he admits, and sees Yoongi grinning at him, that same, wolfish grin he usually does when Seokjin is the butt of a joke, and he pauses a bit, staring at him. “You didn’t drug this, right?”
“I do think my job is a fun and fulfilling experience,” Yoongi answers, ripping open a packet of sugar to pour into his own coffee. “I’d like to keep it, so no.”
Seokjin squints at him, but decides against it as he brings the cup to his lips and-
“What the hell is this?” Seokjin nearly shrieks as an overwhelmingly bitter taste floods his mouth. He barely stops himself from spitting onto the floor in front of hundreds of students, and Yoongi is trying so, so hard not to fall over in laughter.
“Don’t curse in front of the students,” he wheezes out, clutching the table to balance himself. “Do you feel awake?”
Seokjin grabs at his own throat, trying to swallow as much as possible to get rid of the disgusting taste. “You put salt in my coffee?”
He is most definitely awake as Yoongi nods, and deftly, he wonder’s whose face is more red - Yoongi’s, flushed with laughter, or Seokjin’s own, red with anger.
Nearly everyone in the common area is staring at them, including a few teachers who pass by, like Bora and Jiho, who have been talking to each other. The few people closest to them are laughing as well, and Seokjin tries to think up something very incriminating and mean (yet still professional, of course), when the school bell rings.
Yoongi straightens himself and turns to the students around them and ushers them away to class, only to spin back around when Seokjin grabs his coffee.
“This is mine now,” he snaps, and takes a tentative sip. It’s sweet, and most definitely not salt.
“I already drank from it!” Yoongi complains, and Seokjin walks away, not even caring that Jimin and Taehyung are whispering to each other again.
“It’s mine now,” he repeats, and walks off to class.
He really needs to find a way to get back at Yoongi.
03.
For Yoongi’s birthday, Namjoon buys him glasses, since his prescription was changed, and also because Yoongi doesn’t care nearly enough to get entirely new glasses for a few degrees of difference in the lenses.
“They look exactly like mine,” Seokjin notes when he sees him again on Monday, and takes off his own glasses to compare. They nearly are the same, except Seokjin's frames are a teeny bit thicker, and Yoongi's are a navy color.
“Your frames are black, mine are dark blue.”
“That’s the same to me,” he says, putting them back on. Seokjin usually wears contacts, but on days he’s especially lazy, like Mondays, he tosses on his glasses instead and flops into his car. His students have learned to recognize the pattern and ask to be let out early on these days.
“Hey!” Yoongi shouts to two students chasing each other down the hallway. “Unless there’s an ax murderer behind you, or Jung Soojung, there’s no reason for you to be running inside the building.”
Seokjin conceals his snicker behind a hand, but he still nudges Yoongi in the ribs with his other hand to let him know that even though it’s funny, it’s definitely not professional behavior.
The two students turn out to be Jungkook and Taehyung, who look at them in awe.
“You two have the same glasses!” Jungkook says, pointing. Seokjin bites down a sharp statement, something about pointing being rude, and about using inside voices. And about being way too happy despite the fact he just bombed Seokjin's exam yesterday. “Did you get them to match?”
“Are they couple glasses?” Taehyung asks, and Jungkook stomps on his foot, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, except it’s not at all.
“They were a gift from Namjoon,” Yoongi explains, but upon closer inspection, Seokjin realizes that he's blushing. He resists the urge to coo and make fun of him, and promises himself he'll pinch Yoongi's cheeks for it later.
Seokjin yells at Jungkook to tuck in shirt properly, then shoos them away. Taehyung laughs at the obvious avoidance of the question, but doesn't say anything further, probably because he doesn't want his foot to be stomped on again. He's starting to think he and Jungkook are the only two people in this world that know anything about being subtle. By the time he turns his attention back to Yoongi, he’s rubbing at the back of his head. When he notices Seokjin looking, he straightens up and coughs into his palm.
“I guess they do look a little similar,” he says.
"They do," Seokjin says, and reaches over to quickly fix Yoongi's tie for him.
Yoongi's still blushing, and Seokjin really wants to say something, but the school bell rings, so Seokjin pats him on the head instead before returning to his own classroom.
While Seokjin knows that Jimin has after school practice, and Jungkook always tags along, it still shouldn’t take this long for them to show up.
The good thing is that at least Namjoon and Yoongi are also staying after to tutor their own students, so he’s not completely alone, but still. Jungkook had asked him to look over his latest exam with him (it was also an excuse to sit in the teacher’s lounge), and so Seokjin patiently waited.
Because Yoongi is nearsighted, his glasses are on the table next to the coffee machine, and he squints as Taehyung points to a specific paragraph for clarification.
“Namjoon,” Yoongi calls out, and Seokjin looks up from his own notes, adjusting his glasses (he is, after all, farsighted), and asks, “Can you get me coffee? I might have to stay later than usual.”
“Roger that,” Namjoon says, grinning as he dumps a pile of test papers onto his desk and heads over to the coffee machine. “Seokjin, where’s Jungkook?”
Seokjin sighs, putting his lesson plans down. “I have no idea. I suppose I should try to look for him, right?”
Namjoon hums lowly as the coffee machine beeps, then nods. “If he’s with Jimin, you should bring them both here. I needed to talk to him anyway.”
Seokjin also stands up, handing Namjoon his glasses and heading out the door. The usual areas where they hang out are abandoned, and it’s only when Seokjin crosses the hallway on the second floor to get back to the teacher’s lounge does he see the students on the football field running laps. “Of course,” he sighs, and goes back downstairs, in the direction of the football field.
Ten minutes later, Minho, the football coach, apologizes for having lost track of time and promises to let the students out in a few minutes.
Mystery solved, he trudges back into the lounge, and sighs when he sees Taehyung finally packing up his stuff. “Jungkook just texted me and said he got out of practice!” he says, beaming at Seokjin.
“Thank you,” he says, and pats Taehyung on the head. “Can you hand me my glasses, Namjoon?” he asks. “Since I have to find Jungkook’s papers now.”
“Mine too!” Yoongi calls out. “I’m going to stand out with Taehyung until his brother picks him up.”
“Teacher,” Taehyung whines, “you don’t have to.”
“No excuses,” Yoongi snaps, grabbing the glasses that Namjoon hands him. “I saw you standing outside for over forty minutes last week. Wait by the stairwell, let me get some stuff.”
Seokjin takes his own glasses and puts them on, only to realize that they are, in fact, not his glasses.
“Um,” he mumbles. “These are not mine?” He takes them off, only to find them not wearing any sort of glasses is worse.
Yoongi puts on what Seokjin now realizes is his own glasses, if Namjoon’s laughter is anything to go by, and bites back a curse. “Give me my glasses,” he demands, and Seokjin takes a few steps forward.
“Watch out for the chair,” Namjoon says, much too late, and with as little alarm as possible. He might have even kicked it out a little further - if he had his glasses, he could probably tell.
“Fu--uuck!” he yelps, world around him going out of position, and sees the glasses tumbling across the floor, falling a few feet away.
He also hears multiple footsteps, and feels warm skin under his palms and on his waist, and wow. Wow. This would happen, in all of its cliched greatness. Seokjin would find himself sprawled on top of Yoongi, limbs entangled together in a mess.
“My head,” Yoongi groans, hand leaving Seokjin’s waist to rub at his temple. “Namjoon, what the-”
“Teacher?” a pair of voices say, and Seokjin looks up to see Jimin and Jungkook peering down at him, both of them covered in sweat and mud from football practice. “Oh my god,” Jimin gasps from behind them. “They were-”
“We fell!” Yoongi snaps from the ground, and Seokjin rolls over to grab his glasses. “We fell, thanks to that one over there, shut up Namjoon.”
The only thing louder than Taehyung’s footsteps running back down the hall is the sound of Namjoon’s laughter.
04.
Each teacher has a little message box where they get mail and notes from students and staff alike, which are usually requests to meet after school and suggestions for tutors, but recently, Seokjin’s been receiving brightly colored papers with hearts and balloons drawn on them.
It’s way too early in the school year to be Valentine’s Day, so he has no idea why, for the third day in a row, he’s gotten a light blue colored envelope with a gimmicky pick up line inside: ‘I may not go down in history, but I will go down on you!’
He frowns. First of all, it's not even romantic, or a proper attempt to woo or confess to him. It's just downright tacky. Yesterday it was: ‘That shirt would look even better accelerating towards my bedroom floor at 9.8 meters per second squared.’
“What’s that over there?” Hoseok asks, having just come out of a meeting. “Do you have a secret admirer?”
Seokjin sighs and shows him the paper, which is probably not the most professional decision, but then again, this is Hoseok. “More like someone thinks they’re really funny.”
Hoseok looks up at him and grins. "Someone trying to confess to you in a humorous way?"
First of all, Seokjin wants to say, that's an extremely unprofessional way to confess, also downright childish. If it is from another staff member, of course. If it was from a student, then, well, that's just unacceptable on so many different levels.
He’s about to toss it out when Yoongi walks in then, clutching an equally bright green piece of paper. “You too?” he asks, and Yoongi looks up at him in confusion, before his gaze falls down to the letter.
“Oh," Yoongi breathes out, eyes flicking back up to Seokjin's face, and his shoulders start to relax. "Thank god it’s not from a student."
“You- You think it’s from me?” Seokjin stammers, face flushing dangerously. “I- First off, my handwriting is not this atrocious! Second of all...”
Yoongi shrugs, seeming much less stressed out than he is about the fact that students have been sending them highly inappropriate love letters. “I’d rather have it be from you than a fifteen year old student. All the pick up lines I’ve received are either about physics or history.” He peers down at the one he’s currently holding and reads it aloud: “Baby, let’s reenact the Trojan War: You get on all fours and I’ll get inside you.”
Seokjin’s face heats up even more than he thought it ever could, especially when someone coughs behind him. His jaw nearly drops even further when it turns out to be Namjoon standing behind them, hands placed over Jimin’s ears. He gives them a What the fuck? look and gestures to the teenage boy. Yoongi's face is green, looking very much like he's about to pass out. Seokjin thinks he might just vomit all over the floor too, because Jimin definitely looks like he heard.
The prolonged silence is disturbed by their dear principal: Hoseok howls with laugher as he practically prances out of the teacher’s lounge, patting Jimin’s head on the way out.
Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi all look towards the hallway where Hoseok leaves. After another quiet moment, Namjoon ushers Jimin away, leaving Yoongi and Seokjin to stare blankly at each other.
Seokjin very much hates his coworkers.
05.
Seokjin and Yoongi don’t ever talk about what it is between them.
There’s a mutual understanding of liking the other, something beyond friends or crushes - something much more jaded and homely. Maybe it’s fear, what keeps them apart, maybe it’s the fact that they’re coworkers (despite the knowledge that, if they ever do really start to date, the entire school would probably throw a parade), maybe it’s a bunch of different reasons Seokjin doesn’t care to reason with. He doesn’t try to acknowledge why they always avoid each other’s eyes after someone pushes their bangs out of their eyes, or why they relax near to each other but never next to each other.
Sometimes it slips - like right now, when Seokjin is pressing his thumbs into Yoongi’s back muscles, at 5:57AM, just as the sun wakes up as well.
Seokjin had come to school earlier than usual, upon receiving a text message from Yoongi that said nothing but ‘aldkhfrlw te sdlkafjs.’ Then a moment later, ‘at school***.’ Half an hour later, he comes in to find Yoongi trying to enter in his students’ information for the report cards, due later that day.
A low moan slips past Yoongi’s lips, and Seokjin freezes, feeling like the air has been punched out of the lungs. It’s stupid, the sheer sound of Yoongi’s unadulterated voice is enough to sway his balance.
He makes himself calm his breath and continue to press into the knots in Yoongi’s shoulders, but the fact that Yoongi can make noises and not be reprimanded makes him a little less tense than before, and he lets out these little sighs and tilts his head back onto the back of the chair to look up at Seokjin.
“Why do we do this?” he asks suddenly, and Seokjin stops, letting his fingers rest on Yoongi’s shoulders.
“Do what?” he asks, glancing out the window. Some of the varsity football kids are already on the field for early practice, and faces back down to see Yoongi giving him this look, like Seokjin isn’t fooling anyone. He probably isn’t.
His eyes flickers to Seokjin’s lips. “I’m tired,” he says, “and I love you. And I know this isn’t a shock to either of us, so please, just fucking kiss me.”
Well, Seokjin thinks, if he really insists, except Yoongi’s hands come up to the back of his neck and pull him down anyway, oh, oh gosh-
Yoongi’s mouth is so warm, so nice. The angle is awkward since Seokjin is standing behind him, but he finds that he doesn’t really care, not when Yoongi licks into his mouth, running his tongue along the roof of Seokjin’s mouth, and doesn’t even care that Yoongi’s nose bumps into his chin.
What he does mind though, is Yoongi’s mouth suddenly disappearing, and a yelp coming out of his lips as Seokjin watches him fall off his chair, and onto the floor. “What the-” he gasps out, only to look at the chair and find one of the arm handles missing. “What?”
Seokjin stares at the broken chair, and gasps. “Oh god,” he groans, as Yoongi stands up and dusts himself off. “I hate you,” he tells the chair, and looks up at Yoongi.
“What did you do?” Yoongi asks, not looking nearly as angry as he does amused.
What Seokjin did, he thinks, remembering back to last night, was be extremely fed up with Yoongi and Namjoon’s many pranks. Last week had been Namjoon writing ‘Kim Seokjin is a sex god’ on Yoongi’s whiteboard in permanent marker, and they had to cover it up with a motivation poster until they could figure out how to clean it up. Before that, Yoongi had renamed all the lesson plans on Seokjin’s computer, and so he had accidently opened up a video of what looked like the beginning of an erotica movie instead of his exam review powerpoint.
In retaliation, Seokjin had finally been the last one to leave the lounge last night, and loosened the wheels on Namjoon’s chair, and the armrests on Yoongi’s. The janitor had been kind enough to lend him a screwdriver, and Seokjin promised to put back any broken pieces himself.
“That’s the worst prank ever,” Yoongi says, after Seokjin’s finished explaining. “You couldn’t think of anything better?”
Seokjin sniffs. “I don’t have a legion of students to get to do my dirty work for me,” he says, referencing Namjoon’s secret admirer card prank. “It’s just me.”
Yoongi crosses his arms and stares at him for a long moment, until Seokjin feels self conscious, and he blurts, “I’m sorry, okay! Can we just go back to the kissing?”
He gets a raised eyebrow from Yoongi, who finally shrugs and says, “Meh. Five second rule, you’re still kissable.”
“You’re the one that fell-!” Seokjin sputters, but Yoongi grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him into for a long, filthy kiss that has him weak in the knees and wrapping his arms around Yoongi for support.
The door opens then, because as fate has it, they’re not allowed any alone time (even at 6:15 in the morning), and he hears Taehyung’s voice filter in. “Yeah, I promised Teacher I’d hand in my extra credit before classes start- OHMYGOD.”
Yoongi refuses to let him go, even tilts his head to lick further in Seokjin’s mouth, as they hear Taehyung and Jungkook running through the school screaming, “TEACHER YOONGI AND TEACHER SEOKJIN FINALLY KISSED!”