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You have got to be kidding me, Namjoon thinks to himself as he takes the timetable sheet from his math teacher, why do I have to be stuck tutoring some dumb ass senior?
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair as his teacher explains the situation to him and simultaneously wastes his precious break time. Namjoon isn’t the most organized person out there, if his messy bag and school uniform are any indication, but he’s smart. Some even go as far as to call him a genius and he’s good at taking charge; that sort of runs in his family. Naturally he is able to get through most of school without much trouble or effort, the only subjects he genuinely enjoys are history and language and the rest are just fillers. Sadly not every student could be Kim Namjoon and a prime example of this was the student he was now assigned to tutor twice a week, a certain Kim Seokjin.
“Why don’t you just ask another senior to tutor him?” He asks his teacher while trying his hardest to hide the frustrating seeping through his voice.
“You know the seniors are all busy with their own work and end of the year programs.” The teacher replies organizing some test papers before turning to Namjoon, “You’re the only student in the advanced placement class who actually has a free class and the patience to deal with this kid.”
And I would like to actually utilize that free class and sleep, Namjoon thinks but curtly nods at the teacher before making his way out of the room.
Yoongi meets him half way down the hall meat rolls and a carton of milk in his hands as he greets Namjoon with a nod; mouth too full of food to speak.
“What took you so long, you missed the whole break.” He said after gulping down his food and handed his best friend his lunch.
Namjoon let out a sigh and muttered a thank you before taking the snacks and proceeded to explain to Yoongi how he now has to tutor some senior who seemingly can never pass math.
Much to his dismay Yoongi laughs and pats his back instead of sympathizing with him.
Now that Namjoon is actually sitting across Kim Seokjin he thinks maybe this isn’t all that bad. When he had first walked into the library a month ago he spent a good twenty minutes looking around for ‘Kim Seokjin’ who was sitting right in front the room with his head buried in their math book. Namjoon had not expected Seokjin to look anything like he did. He looked well groomed, organized, with perfectly combed hair and tucked in shirt; basically the complete of opposite of Namjoon and how you would expect a student who constantly fails math to look. Don’t judge a book by its cover, Namjoon had thought as he greeted the boy who had laughed (in the most adorable way) at how long Namjoon had searched for him.
Seokjin’s soft and gentle tone of voice was magically able to dismiss Namjoon’s previous annoyance about sacrificing his free class, but he would never admit that.
“We have the same surnames!” Seokjin had exclaimed once they introduced themselves.
Namjoon didn’t point out that Kim is a rather common surname because he thinks an excited Seokjin maybe one of the cutest things he’s ever seen.
Namjoon doesn’t know how long he had been staring before Seokjin asked him very cautiously if there’s something on his face to which he responded with a flustered no.
“We should get started!” He had said a little louder than intended and brought out his own books and that was the start of their study sessions, and maybe something more for Namjoon.
Seokjin wasn’t dull, he was far from it. He was diligent, hard working and actually listened to what the teacher said in class; unlike Namjoon. However the poor guy was too anxious, he didn’t think thoroughly about the math problems before answering which is why he often ended up flunking. Honestly given how sharp he is Namjoon could have just revised the book within five days and written down all the necessary formulas and asked him to revise the rest at home, but he didn’t. Namjoon isn’t an art student, it’s never been his forte but he’s pretty sure Kim Seokjin is art. If anyone could make their plain and boring school uniform look even remotely good it has to be Seokjin, Namjoon is amazed at how amazing the elder looks in the plain white shirt, sleeves rolled up neatly and how adorable it was that he could never tie is tie properly; always leaving it crooked as a result. More than often he catches himself intently staring at the senior sitting in front of him, eyebrows knitted together and tongue sticking out in concentration. Namjoon has the greatest urge to straighten out that frown and feel that tongue against his own and that’s the last thing he should be thinking of when he’s tutoring for god’s sake. He hated to admit it but he was clearly smitten, and if he had to lie and pretend to be slow to be able to spend a few extra days with the senior so be it.
Namjoon searched for what exactly about Seokjin made him, a boy who prided himself in being able to conceal emotions rather easily, lose himself so easily and he smiled because he couldn’t find a particular reason. Maybe it was the way his hair was perfectly combed, bangs falling over his knitted eyebrows or his rosy cheeks and pulp pink lips, or his beautifully curved and broad shoulders and slender long fingers? Maybe it was the way his eyes curved and teeth slightly showed when he smiled or the soft and calm voice he always spoke with or his reaction whenever Namjoon teased him? Maybe it’s all of that, Kim Seokjin himself that mesmerized Namjoon.
“You-you’re staring again Joonie.”
Namjoon is pulled out of his daze by Seokjin’s voice; raspy from staying quiet for so long. He flushes a deep red before looking down at the book in front of him.
The nickname had come naturally to Seokjin and he had unconsciously started calling Namjoon that since their fifth week of tutoring, Namjoon never pointed it out.
“Did you solve the problem, Hyung?” He asks dismissing Seokjin’s statement.
Seokjin nods but leans over pushing the copy towards Namjoon, “I think I messed up the formula here a little though.”
Namjoon’s breathe hitches because Seokjin smells like lemons and baked goods and it’s slowly become his favorite scent; one that overwhelms his senses even when Seokjin is sitting tables away from him in the cafeteria.
Namjoon tries his best to explain, he really does, but his eyes wander and land on the pulp lips just inches away from his face and he’s so tempted to just lean in and close the distance between them. However he isn’t sure, how Seokjin feels and how this would affect their friendship, so he holds his ground and just explains the problem.
The soft ‘Oh’ that leaves the elder’s mouth is laced with amusement and admiration and Namjoon feels his heart swell.
“You’re so smart Joonie,” Seokjin says as he scribbles over his previous answer. “Thank you for dealing with me every week.”
Namjoon mutters out a ‘no worries, Hyung’ and ‘thank you’ before Seokjin is closing the distance between them; stretching across the table to hug the younger.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, is all namjoon can think as the man he has an obvious crush on wraps his arms around him and envelopes him in warmth and the smell of lemon, he was definitely not okay.
His whole body is stiff for minutes, and he’s unconsciously holding his breath before he finally relaxes under the warmth of Seokjin’s body and wraps his arm around him to reconcile. All his senses are filled with Seokjin and Namjoon is so overwhelmed he doesn’t even notice himself pressing his lips against the soft skin of the elder’s cheek. Namjoon marvels at how soft and warm it is and he wonders if Seokjin’s lips are the same. This time Seokjin is the one to freeze, body going stiff and Namjoon goes red and stutters an apology and maybe an excuse, and thinks he’s finally messed up when Seokjin pulls away from their embrace.
“Joonie?”
“Yes, Hyung, I’m so sorry I-“ Namjoon’s throat goes dry because Seokjin is staring directly into his eyes, lips pulled into the softest smile and a slight pink dusting his cheeks. Once again he’s floored by how beautiful one human being could be and how he could love him so easily.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Hyung.” He says firmly even though he’s absolutely terrified that this is all in his head and one wrong move could shatter the illusion.
Seokjin’s reply is to close his eyes, long eyelashes against pink cheeks and Namjoon happily closes the distance between them.
Seokjin’s lips are soft, just like the rest of his features, and oh-so plush. The kiss is innocent, chaste; just a gently pressure against his own lips but it sends sparks all the way down to his toes, which promptly curl in his impossibly tight school shoes. They stay there for minutes, just indulging in the feeling of the other’s lips and breathing in each other. He feels Seokjin smile against his lips and he can’t help but reciprocate and soon they’re both pulling away and laughing because they’re still in the library; if someone found them kissing they might as well have been expelled.
“Coffee. Do you want to go out for coffee after school?” Namjoon says after a few minutes of comfortable silence and when his heart and breathing have both calmed down.
Seokjin nods and smiles, “I would love that.”
They continue their study session with their legs tangled under the table while Namjoon absent mindedly traces unknown patterns onto Seokjin’s left palm with his thumb.