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“I just want you for my own (let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on)”
“Okay, okay, kids, settle down,” Min Yoongi called to his class, getting them to quiet down, “Let’s have everyone pass their homework up to the front, one neat pile please. I’m looking forward to reading all of your lyrics for the week.”
As a teacher at one of the best Arts schools in Seoul, Yoongi, or Mr. Min as his students referred to him as, was certainly happy. He was teaching all of the Lyrics and Composition classes, and had one class of Advanced Production—his best friend, both as a teacher and in regular life, taught most of the Production and Advanced Production classes.
“Mr. Min! I wrote a love song this time,” One of Yoongi’s most wicked and teasing students, Changhyo, announced, waving his paper into Yoongi’s face, “It’s dedicated to you and Jimin-ssi.”
“Mr. Park to you,” Yoongi said sternly, grabbing the paper, “And Changhyo, I’ve said this before, that’s highly inappropriate.”
“Oh, come on, teacher,” Hyemi, another student, rolled her eyes, “Yoonmin is the otp of this class and you know it. You secretly love it, you don’t have to act like you don’t.” Yoongi would never indulge his students and let them know that yes, he may have thought about the prospects of him and the incredibly good looking Modern Dance/Hip Hop instructor, Park Jimin.
For the entire year, Yoongi’s homeroom and period 5 class, led by Changhyo and Hyemi, had been adamantly “shipping” the two of them, much to his dismay and embarrassment. He’d even been forced to give them a week without homework in exchange for them not telling Jimin about it.
“Aw look, he’s blushing!” Daejin cooed, snickering, “We should perform the song at the next assembly!” Loud shouts of agreement erupted from the class, making Yoongi bang on his desk.
“I’ll think about it, maybe, maybe,” He said, powering up his computer and hooking it up to the projector, “But for now, we need to get cracking on the lesson. Everyone please get out your notebooks, lecture’s starting.”
The class started groaning as Yoongi started the day’s lesson. The rest of the class period went well, no other mentions of “yoonmin” for him to start blushing or scolding at.
Once Yoongi was done grading homework after school, he dropped by Namjoon’s classroom. Namjoon was Yoongi’s aforementioned best friend, and the two had a tradition of going to grab coffee after they were done with papers and such.
“Hey dude,” Namjoon grinned at him, packing up his leather case with all of his essentials in it, “You ready to head out?” Yoongi nodded, wrapping his precious grey scarf around his neck as Namjoon threw his coat on.
The two headed out of the building and down the street towards their customary café, where the person standing behind the counter greeted them with a smile. Namjoon ordered a green tea latte, while Yoongi settled for just a plain black coffee.
Namjoon insisted on taking a quick picture on his phone for his tumblr—even as a teacher, he indulged in running his blog, updating it frequently.
“So, first day of the week,” Namjoon said after taking a deep sip of his drink, “How was it?”
“Changhyo is still on about me and Jimin-ssi,” Yoongi groaned, unwinding his scarf from around his neck, as the heating was on fairly high in the café, “It’s really embarrassing, I’m scared that he’ll find out.”
“You’ve only talked to him a couple of times, right?” Namjoon asked, taking a bite of his muffin.
Yoongi nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I’m not even sure he really knows who I am.”
“I’m sure he does,” Namjoon consoled, “But you think he’s hot, right?”
“What?” Yoongi started spluttering over his drink, “I mean, yeah, I think he’s attractive, but it’s not like I like him or anything.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Dude, we’re not in college, it doesn’t matter. Just deal with it like you would deal with any problem, don’t stress too much about it.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi nodded, sipping at his coffee, “But enough about me, how are things with you and Seokjin going?” Seokjin was the head of the Drama department, and since Namjoon and Yoongi had started teaching at the school three years ago, fresh out of college, Namjoon had been head over heels in love with him, and Yoongi was pretty sure Seokjin knew.
Namjoon sighed, “I don’t know, we’re talking and stuff, so I think it’s okay?” He shrugged, “But hella people like him, so he’s always getting flowers and confessions, even from students! It’s so awkward, I feel like I’m competing with a bunch of toddlers or something.” Yoongi laughed, grinning at his best friend’s frustrated face.
“Someone wise told me not to stress about it,” Yoongi said slyly, “This isn’t college, Namjoonie,” He mocked, making Namjoon kick him under the table.
“Hey, hey, hey guys!” A cheerful voice exclaimed, and Jung Hoseok, the other dance teacher, bounded up to them, pulling up a chair. He occasionally joined them, and as gruff Yoongi was, he appreciated having Hoseok around. “What’s up?”
“Talking about Namjoon’s depressing love life,” Yoongi answered instantly as Hoseok sipped his way too sweet iced beverage, despite the cold weather outside. Overly sweet things were Hoseok’s thing.
“Yah!” Namjoon wrinkled his nose, “Hyung, if I have a depressing love life, what does that make yours?”
“Ooh, shots fired,” Hoseok cackled, “Well, as interesting as you two grandpas are, ignoring the fact that I’m older than Namjoon, I really couldn’t care less. Let’s talk about the latest music video from Tylor the Creator, though.”
The next morning, Yoongi threw on a button up shirt and some nice slacks, throwing up a thick coat on over it. The weather was getting colder, not that he was complaining. Yoongi despised the heat, but the cold, he could put up with.
It had also rained heavily the night before, so the streets were all wet. Yoongi stared out of the bus window, taking in the wet streets and trees, leaves dripping with rain. The scene was beautiful, and when Yoongi got to school, he couldn’t help but stop and snap a quick picture of the wet street. As he entered the gates of the school, a harried looking student, out of breath, ran up to him.
“Mr. Min! Mr. Min!” He panted, “Hurry up, something’s wrong with your classroom!” Yoongi cursed under his breath and raced after the student, worried out of his mind. He raced up the stairs, taking them two by two, panting as he ran down the hall. The first thing he noticed was a large puddle of water seeping out of the door. With shaking hands, he unlocked the door. Inside the classroom, there was about three inches of water, and Yoongi cursed, but this time it wasn’t just under his breath.
He turned to the student, “Thank you for your help, could you go and get the principal by any chance?” The student nodded and raced off again.
Yoongi set his bag and coat down a little ways down the hall and took off his shoes and socks. Next, he rolled up his pants and waded into the water, going to retrieve the more valuable electronics from the room. After getting those out, he found a box in one of his closets and started throwing grade books, students’ notebooks, supplies, anything, into it. He was just grabbing his pens and pencils from his desk when Principal Bang showed up at the door, eyebrows raised.
“Oh my,” was the first thing he said. The second thing he said was that they had exactly half an hour before school started to find Yoongi a new classroom, “Here’s a cart for you to put all your stuff on,” Bang said, gesturing towards it, “I’ll find you a classroom asap, it might be in an odd location due to all the classes we have. Just work on getting all your supplies out, anything that got ruined, the PTA will refund.” Yoongi nodded, piling the books and everything else onto the cart.
“You might want to check the other classrooms, too,” Yoongi commented, “They might have had this too, you’d want to know.” Bang nodded, hurrying to unlock the other doors. They all appeared to be dry.”
Bang hurried off to go figure out the classroom situation, and Yoongi informed him that he’d be camping out in Namjoon’ classroom until then.
“Your classroom flooded?” Namjoon turned to his best friend, lips twitching up into a smile, “Pipes probably exploded, there’s one running right under your classroom.”
Yoongi grumbled, still not satisfied with the apparent response, “Not my fucking fault the school has no money,” He replied, “I’ll never get the damn kids to settle down in a new classroom. I hate when stuff like this happens.”
Namjoon just made a noise in the back of his throat and set about his classroom, getting stuff ready for that day’s lesson.
The student from before popped his head into Namjoon’s classroom.
“Mr. Min, Principal Bang found you a room,” He said, leading Yoongi to the elevator, where he pushed all of Yoongi’s salvaged things onto it. “It’s in one of the dance studios, because that’s all the available classrooms we have right now, but there are some folding chairs for the students over there.”
Yoongi pushed the cart into the room and surveyed it, taking in what he would be working with. There was a small desk in the corner, a podium, mirrors lining three of the walls, and five rows of fold out chairs. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.
“Thank you,” Yoongi said to the student, who nodded.
“He’s also putting a notice on your old classroom, so that everyone knows where you are,” the student called as he left the room. Yoongi began unpacking his desk supplies, shoving pens and papers into the drawers. He then set out the notebooks for the students and powered up his laptop. He was just about to start writing out the agenda for his students when someone interrupted him.
“Min-ssi?” A quiet, tentative voice came from the door, confusing Yoongi. He still had fifteen minutes until classes began, and none of his students ever arrived that early. He looked up, only to see Park Jimin, wearing his dance work out clothing, standing in the door way, “I thought you teach on the first floor?”
“Oh! Jimin-ssi!” Yoongi mumbled, turning a little red as he tried to smooth down his messy hair that really seemed to hate him in that moment, “I didn’t know you taught up here. But yeah, my room has three inches of water in it right now, Namjoon says something about a broken pipe. All I know is that I can’t exactly teach there, sorry if this causes some kind of disruption to you.”
“Oh,” Jimin nodded, taking in the information, “No, not at all! It’s fine, go ahead.” He paused for a moment, “Wait, you know my name?” Yoongi smiled slightly, trying to not laugh at the irony of it all.
“Of course, with a friend like Hoseok how could I not?” He tried to play it off coolly, “And Yoongi is ok.”
“Well,” Jimin smiled widely at Yoongi, taking the elder’s breath away, “Welcome to the second floor studios, Yoongi-hyung!” He bounded out of the room and into his classroom across the hall, unlocking the door and flicking the lights on.
Yoongi slumped into his seat behind his desk, taking a deep breath. How would he survive with Jimin right across the hall from him? And more importantly, how would his students ever shut up about the whole fucking thing? Yoongi groused over this for a while, continuously mussing up his hair. When the first bell rang, he was still incredibly nervous about what his students would do.
The first person to enter the classroom was Changhyo, who was about five minutes late, but that was understandable due to the classroom change.
“Damn, teach, your hair looks fucking ugly,” He commented, taking a seat in the middle of the mass of chairs.
“Language!” Yoongi yelped as more students came in, greeting him with the customary bows, “And respect your teachers, brat.”
“Oh hey, how’s it going with Jimin next door?” Hyemi added, smirking slyly.
“Mr. Park is across the hall from me,” Yoongi replied sternly, “And none of you will repeat a word of this stupid frivolity to him. Ever.”
The class erupted into laughter.
“Frivolity?” Hyemi snorted, “More like fuck-ability, am I right?” She high fived Changhyo as Yoongi sighed deeply.
“Alright, alright, language, folks,” Yoongi said, pulling up that day’s lesson plans, “That’s enough, notebooks out everyone. And Changhyo, I fail to see how your lyrics that you submitted are considered a love song, it was extremely sexual.”
Class trudged on slowly, his students frequently getting to class late because of the location change. While it was frustrating, Yoongi knew that there was nothing he could really do about it. His lunch was also significantly brighter, which definitely helped.
“Yoongi-ssi?” Jimin asked, pushing open the studio door with his hip, walking over to Yoongi’s desk where he was updating his students’ grades, “I brought coffee as a welcome, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Yoongi hyung,” Yoongi reminded, smiling gruffly, “And thank you, I needed this. It’s been a long day so far, and it’s only half way done.”
“I’m sorry that your room got flooded,” Jimin said, pulling one of the fold-up chairs to Yoongi’s desk, “But at least we get to teach so close, right? You could be stuck in a super cold, smelly classroom.” The corners of Yoongi’s lips twitched up; Jimin’s optimism and positivity was adorable.
“Sure,” He shrugged, “Hey, do you have anything planned for the upcoming school assembly?” For each assembly, each teacher had to coordinate at least one performance, and Yoongi figured it would be a good conversation starter. Jimin nodded cheerfully.
“Yup!” He smiled widely, and Yoongi tried to keep himself from blushing at the adorable sight, “A couple of my students offered to stay after school for the next couple of weeks, we’ll choreograph something cool or something.” Yoongi nodded.
“Seems chill,” He replied, leaning back into his chair, “Still not sure what I’ll do, probably help my kids write a song or something. I mean, that’s what I do every year.”
“But you don’t normally have kids like Changhyo or Hyemi,” Jimin chuckled, making Yoongi freeze—how much did he know?
“W-what do you mean?” Yoongi asked cautiously, feeling cold sweat begin to form. He was never helping Changhyo with his college applications ever again, that was for sure.
“They’re a creative duo,” Jimin laughed cheerfully, “Hyemi is in my dance class, and while she’s not the, ah, technically most all together dancer, she has her interesting moments.” Yoongi sighed in relief—it didn’t seem like Jimin knew about “yoonmin”.
“There’s no denying that,” Yoongi smirked, taking a sip of the coffee Jimin had brought him. He took out his phone, checking the texts from Namjoon, mostly pictures of funny doodles students left on desks (that he would probably upload later to tumblr with a dark, washed out filter).
“Ah, hyung,” Jimin motioned to Yoongi’s phone, “I don’t think you have my number yet!”
Even though he was fully aware of this, Yoongi feigned surprise, “Really? This is your second year teaching here, I’m surprised the event hasn’t arisen.” He pulled up a new contact and handed the phone to Jimin, who quickly typed in his number and sent himself a text.
“There you go, hyung!” Jimin said cheerfully, adding Yoongi’s name to the new phone number, “Now you can just text me if you need to move stuff, or want to get coffee or something.” Yoongi was inwardly cursing the deities that this little runt had more balls than he did—but then Jimin probably didn’t really like him like that.
Yoongi really needed to stop thinking so much.
“How have you not just asked him not just asked him out on a date yet?” Namjoon asked incredulously, “Just suck it up, if you get rejected, you get rejected.” It was a week later, and the two were sitting in the café again, enjoying their coffee.
“Because I don’t want to,” Yoongi replied, sipping his drink, “It’s unprofessional.”
“Oh please, have you seen Taehyung, that one vocals teacher, and the teacher’s assistant, Jungkook?” Namjoon snickered, “Talk about unprofessional. The principal doesn’t care, though.”
Yoongi just rolled his eyes, “I have more important things to do in my life,” He responded, “And now that I think about it, so do you. Why are you spending all your time supporting some stupid high school conspiracy theory, anyways?”
Namjoon wrinkled his nose, “Dude, it’s not a conspiracy theory if you like Jimin.”
“You like Jimin?” Hoseok crowed, bounding up to their table, “About time you told us!”
“What?” Yoongi snapped grumpily, “So what, it’s not any of your fucking business.”
“Oh, but it is,” Hoseok responded, patting Yoongi on the back. The elder pinched Hoseok’s hand until he let go of his shoulder, “Ouch, ok, not happy hyung time. But I’m Jimin’s best friend. It’s my business.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes again, “I always forget your best friend is Jimin.” He sighed, drinking more of his coffee, “It’s honestly a bit unsettling.”
“What?” Hoseok asked brightly, “That I could potentially be the best man at your wedding?”
“Gay marriage isn’t legal in Korea,” Was Yoongi’s immediate response.
“So you’ve thought about it,” Namjoon continued, laughing his ass of.
“What? No!” Yoongi sighed loudly, quickly growing impatient with his friends, “You guys are so obnoxious, honestly. I don’t know why I put up with it.”
“Because you love us!” Hoseok made a flowerboy pose, smiling way too brightly for Yoongi’s taste.
“Okay, stop, stop,” Yoongi pushed Hoseok’s face away from him, “That’s enough, go away, now.” Hoseok retreated to Namjoon, faking tears.
“Hyung will never love me,” He teased, snickering. “But just ask him out. You two are adults, or at least you’re supposed to be. Suck it up, yo.”
Yoongi just shook his head, “It’s really not that easy and you know it.”
“You know hyung,” Jimin began, staring at Yoongi. The two were sitting in a café, talking about their various teaching experiences. They’d found out that the apartments that they lived in weren’t that far from each other, “You never explained to me why you decided to teach as opposed to something else. Namjoon hyung told me you were a really good rapper back in college, what happened?”
Yoongi shrugged, smiling grimly, “I could have auditioned for an idol company, but those are shit and always end up turning people into slaves. I thought I might stay underground, try and make it big, but I discovered that I really liked getting other kids into producing music. I like high schoolers, they’re funny and not stupid like middle schoolers are.”
Jimin chuckled, “That’s a very you answer.”
“Yah, punk, what’s that supposed to mean?” Yoongi grumbled, cuffing Jimin on the back of the head. The younger laughed adorably, rubbing the back of his head. “How about you?”
“Huh?”
“What got you into teaching?”
“Oh!” Jimin nodded, tracing mindless patterns into the table, “When I was really young, I wanted to be a teacher, but then in middle school I got really into dancing. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do with my life, but in college someone suggested teaching at an arts school like ours. The idea stuck with me, I guess.”
“That’s nice,” Yoongi shrugged, not really sure how to respond. Fidgeting slightly, he squirmed in his seat, and then checked the watch on his hand, “We should probably start heading home, I have a bunch of songs to grade for tomorrow.”
“Didn’t you assign those last week?” Jimin laughed, buttoning on his coat.
“Maybe,” Yoongi replied, winding his scarf around his neck, “How did you know?”
“A lot of your students try to do your homework in my class,” Jimin responded, stepping out into the cold air. He wrinkled his nose at the frigidness and sunk down into his coat, shivering. Yoongi glanced over at him and unwound his scarf, tossing it to him.
“W-what, hyung, no!” Jimin protested, holding the scarf out to him, “I can’t take this!”
“Just take the damn thing,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “It’s irritating to see you shivering so much.” Jimin blushed slightly as he wrapped the scarf around his neck, surreptitiously sniffing it. It smelled like coffee, strong mints and a nice cologne.
The next day, Jimin was talking to Hoseok about some plans when the subject of him having to give Yoongi back his neck scarf came up.
“He let you use the damn thing?” Hoseok asked excitedly, shaking Jimin with a hand on each shoulder. Jimin wriggled free, laughing.
“Yeah, why is that so surprising?” He responded, glancing down to where the scarf was laying on his desk, “It was really cold outside, and my bus takes longer to get home than his.”
“Yoongi doesn’t let anyone touch that stupid scarf,” Hoseok explained, “He won’t let me even sniff it, and Namjoon isn’t allowed within 2 feet of it. I think a family member gave it to him or something.”
Jimin shrugged, “I’m sure he’s just being weird with you guys, it’s not that big of a deal.” Hoseok just sighed, not wanting to get into an argument with Jimin over something so stupid. Still, it made him think about what Yoongi had told Namjoon and him earlier.
Namjoon walked into the room—the two had been standing in the staff lounge, carrying out their conversation.
“What are you two up to?” Namjoon asked, warming up some food in the communal microwave.
“Just talking about Jimin’s crush,” Hoseok said smoothly, stealing one of Namjoon’s spring rolls from his plastic container, “No biggie.”
“What?” Jimin spluttered, “I don’t have a crush on anyone!” He protested, feeling his face heat up.
“Who does Jimin have a crush on?” Taehyung asked as he strolled into the room, grinning widely. Judging from his messy hair, he had probably just gotten back from a rendezvous with Jungkook in the supply closet. “Yoongi hyung?”
“Yup,” Namjoon replied, grabbing some chopsticks and sitting down at the table that all the teachers shared. Most people didn’t use the staff room, preferring to stay in their classrooms, but it seemed like today, at least some of the friend group was venturing out.
“Guys, stop,” Jimin groaned, sinking his head into his hands, “Seriously. I don’t have a crush on anyone.”
“It’s not good to deny your feelings, Jimin-ah,” Kim Seokjin, the Drama teacher, strolled in, making Jimin groan louder, “Oh, Namjoon, I hope you liked the food I made you!”
“It waf grape,” Namjoon replied around a mouthful of spring roll. After swallowing and turning a bit pinker, he tried again as Jin got his salad out of the fridge, “It was great, thanks again for making me lunch!”
“Anytime,” Jin said warmly. Jimin rolled his eyes, making a gagging motion at Taehyung, who snickered and nodded in response.
“Oh hey, does anyone know when the assembly is?” Namjoon asked everyone there, still shoveling food into his mouth, “I keep forgetting.”
“I think about two, two and a half weeks?” Hoseok replied, pulling out his phone to check the calendar.
“Why, have you not started, hyung?” Taehyung asked, pulling out his own phone to write himself a note to get started with his homeroom class on the assembly project.
“Yeah, I got volunteers from my class,” Namjoon responded, “I just want to know when it’ll all be done and stuff, Bang keeps forgetting to add me to the emails.”
Jimin pulled his coat closer to his body as they continued to talk about the latest school activities. The weather had been getting colder—much colder, and every night on the news he saw things about cars spiraling out of control on icy roads and people dying from frostbite and such. Even the school was feeling chillier than usual.
He wasn’t particularly complaining; he loved the cold, it was just a bit more dangerous on the roads. Principal Bang also wasn't too free with the budget, so building heating was never turned up enough.
“Bell’s gonna ring in a couple of minutes,” Jin said as he grabbed his coffee from the microwave, “See you all at the staff meeting tomorrow!”
“Bye hyung!” everyone choruses happily as Jin waved, pushing the staff room door open with his hip.
“I should get going too, our classrooms are in the same direction,” Namjoon added, getting up. Jimin raised his eyebrows a bit at this- the Music and Drama departments were in different buildings across campus.
With a sigh, Jimin chambered to his feet too, collecting his things.
“Bye everyone,” Jimin bowed on his way out, heading through the cold air to his classroom upstairs. As he took out his keys from his pocket, Yoongi came up the stairs, puffing from the extra physical activity. “Oh, hyung, hey!”
Yoongi smiled gruffly at Jimin, “Jimin, hi, I haven’t seen you at all today.”
“Yeah, I’ve been busying starting to plan the choreo for the assembly,” Jimin explained, nodding, “How has your day been?” Yoongi shrugged, leaning in the doorway to his classroom.
“Okay, not great but not terrible. Changhyo and Hyemi have officially decided that they’re performing Changhyo’s song for the assembly,” Yoongi explained, shaking his head tiredly.
“Oh, that’s good, right?” Jimin asked, shrugging, “Less for you to worry about, especially since this way you don’t have to write anything.” Yoongi’s lips quirked up into a smirk.
“Yeah, you’ll see what I mean when you hear the song,” He replied, “Well, I should get the projector powered up, I’ll see you later, Jiminie.”
“Bye, hyung!” Jimin waved with a bright smile and turned to enter his own classroom. Yoongi stared, miserable, as he saw Jimin bustle around his room from the window. There was no way Changhyo wasn’t going to pull something at the assembly and embarrass Yoongi in front of the entire school-- which included the one and only Park Jimin.
“Fucking god,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he tugged on the extension cord for the projector.
“Mr. Min, tell me the audio got checked beforehand,” Changhyo muttered into his hands, face slightly pale. Yoongi chuckled.
“You know kid, you’re the last person I would have pegged to have stage fright,” He replied, smiling. It was the day of the assembly, and Yoongi’s kids were the last to go. Namjoon’s class’s performance was just finishing up, and Changhyo and Hyemi, accompanied by Yoongi, were waiting offstage for their turn.
“Dude, chill,” Hyemi bumped Changhyo’s shoulder with hers, “We’re gonna be fine.”
“What if the audio doesn’t work? What if I trip and fall? What if--” Changhyo grumbled to himself, running his hands through his hair.
“Bro,” Hyemi punched Changhyo in the chest, hard. “We gotta do this for Mr. Min and his man crush, okay?”
Changhyo heaved a giant sigh, “You right, you right.” He looked up and held up a fist, smiling weakly.
“Yoonmin fighting!”
Cheers erupted from the crowd, letting them know that Namjoon’s performance had ended.
“Alright you brats, break a leg,” Yoongi pointed to the stairs leading to the stage, “And if you pull anything stupid, I’ll break your legs.” Hyemi and Changhyo just traded smirks as they clambered on stage, Changhyo’s stage fright long gone.
The two of them made their ways to the two mic stands on the center of the stage, and Yoongi slipped out into the audience to join the staff.
“I’m so nervous for what they’re gonna pull,” Yoongi muttered to Namjoon, who laughed.
Changhyo tapped the mic to test the sound, nodding to himself when he heard it. “Mr. Park? Mr. Park Jimin? Are you there?”
“Oh my fucking god,” Yoongi groaned, burying his face into his hands.
“Ah, Mr. Park!” Changhyo waved, a wide smile on his face, “This one goes out to you and Mr. Min, everyone, sing along!”
Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on~
It seemed as if the whole school was clapping along, waving their hands in the air to the beat. Yoongi could feel his face turning bright red, the suggestive lyrics really not helping. If he hadn’t been so fucking embarrassed, he would have appreciated how well Hyemi and Changhyo’s voices blended together.
“Bury me, shoot me, run me over with a truck,” He groaned into Hoseok’s shoulder, who was shaking with obnoxious laughter.
You got to give it all to me~
Jimin glanced over to Yoongi, a small smile on his face. He’d known this was coming for days now; it wasn’t like Changhyo and Hyemi were exactly subtle. The older teacher was cute like this, blushing and embarrassed. It was a nice change from his normally so confident, almost cocky self.
Instead of paying mind to all the students twisting in their seats to look at Mr. Park and Mr. Min, Jimin just swayed back and forth, appreciating the song. Later on, he’d corner Yoongi, but for now it was best to just enjoy the moment. Hoseok, who was standing between the two men in question, glanced down at Jimin with an enormous smile and nudged him on the shoulder. Jimin just rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. It was cute of the kids to do so much for their “otp”, as they had told Jimin so many times.
Maybe it was time to pay the kids back and make a move for once.
“Hyung!”
It had been a week since the assembly. Exactly a week. Much to Jimin’s dismay, despite the fact that their classrooms were right across from each other, he hadn’t seen Yoongi in all that time. He’d wanted to talk to him, maybe see if Yoongi was willing to go on a date, but he’d been blatantly avoided.
“Hyung! Stop!” Jimin ran up to Yoongi, whose pace had obviously quickened, “Dude, I want to talk to you!” Yoongi turned around with a strange expression.
“Oh, Jimin,” He nodded, holding the elevator open for him, “What’s up?”
“Hyung, go on a date with me!” He exploded loudly, sick and tired of having to chase Yoongi down and act all cute and like he didn’t really really really want to kiss Yoongi. “Please!”
“Wha-“ Yoongi’s forehead creased cutely as Jimin blocked the opening door to the elevator.
“I’m not letting you off until you give me an answer, hyung,” He said firmly, crossing his arms as he stared at Yoongi.
Yoongi’s lips quirked up into a slight smile, “I guess the kids have been getting to your head, huh?” He stepped forward a little, making Jimin back up with a gulp. Yoongi met Jimin’s stare levelly, eyes flicking down to his lips and back up. Jimin felt his breath catch in the back of his throat.
“Meet me here after school, idiot,” Yoongi laughed as he brushed past Jimin, taking advantage of the younger’s distracted state, “Try not to get to daydreamy about me, will you?”
“Hyung!” Jimin exclaimed in frustration, clambering after Yoongi who had headed towards his classroom, “That’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair?” Yoongi asked from his classroom door, smiling a tiny bit.
“You can’t just, just do that and not,” Jimin spluttered, crossing his arms as he leaned against his own classroom door.
“Do what exactly, Jiminie?” Yoongi asked in a smooth voice, making Jimin’s cheek turn bright red at the underlying suggestion.
“Ugh!” Jimin fumed, storming into his own classroom in mock frustration. For the rest of the day during passing period, he sent Yoongi playful glares through the door.
“So,” Jungkook glanced over at Jimin as he finished folding the chairs in his classroom (Jungkook was the TA for him during the last period), “What’s this I hear about you going on a date with Yoongi hyung?”
Jimin frowned, “How did you hear about it?” Jungkook laughed, shaking his head.
“All the kids are talking about it, that one in Yoongi’s class, Changhyo, he won’t stop crowing about it,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “What are you guys doing?”
“I’m not really sure,” Jimin frowned, “He just told me to meet him in front of the school with my stuff, whatever that means.”
“Maybe you’re going to a movie,” Jungkook shrugged, “Or the park, or some carnival in Hongdae, if he’s the romantic type.”
“Yoongi? Romantic?” Jimin laughed, shaking his head, “Kookie, it took him this long to even make a move, he’s the last person to take me to some random carnival. Well, we’ll see soon enough, I should get going,” He glanced down at his watch and slung his backpack full of notebooks to grade and red correcting pens. “Thanks for helping me close up, Jungkookie! Say hi to Tae for me.”
“Will do,” Jungkook smiled as the two stepped out of the room, Jimin locking the door for the weekend, “See ya, Jimin!” He headed the other way down the hall towards Taehyung’s classroom.
“Yah, don’t forget the hyung, you brat!” Jimin yelled after him, chucking slightly as he made his way down the stairs to the front of the school.
Yoongi was standing there in his black coat and large grey scarf, leather case in hand stuffed full of papers, probably a new round of lyrics from his students. When he caught Jimin’s eye, he smiled, little smile wrinkles appearing next to his eyes as he beckoned Jimin over.
“This was kind of last minute, this whole date thing,” Yoongi began as Jimin joined him, the two making their way out of the front school gate, “So I figured you could just come over to my place, I can order food and we can binge watch some TV show or something.” Jimin nodded happily, relieved that he wouldn’t have to go somewhere that he would have to put up a front. Being at Yoongi’s place would let him relax a little more, knowing that he had less to prove.
“I would love that, honestly,” Jimin replied as they arrived at Yoongi’s bus stop, “What TV show were you thinking?”
“You know, I’m not sure,” Yoongi shifted his feet, “Do you want something Korean? Or American?”
“Let’s go with American, Taehyung made Jungkook and I watch To the Beautiful You last weekend, and I’m a little burned out on Choi Minho-replicas,” Jimin explained, shaking his head. Yoongi laughed widely, smile showing off his adorable gummy smile that Jimin had only seen a couple times before.
The two waited at the bus stop for a little bit more, the cold air biting at Jimin’s face, turning it a flushed pink as he burrowed further into his cardigan.
“Why didn’t you bring a jacket, dumbass?” Yoongi asked as the wind picked up, going straight through Jimin’s cardigan.
“The weather report said that it wouldn’t be too cold today,” Jimin explained through chattering lips, “So I only brought this.”
“Well, start listening to a different weather guy,” Yoongi said, inspecting Jimin’s shivering form. After another moment of staring at him, he unwound the grey scarf from his neck and fixed it onto Jimin’s, “At this point, just keep it. You get cold too easily, and I won’t always be there to fix it.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Jimin smiled at Yoongi through the scarf, “I’ll make sure it never gets dirty.”
“Damn right you won’t,” Yoongi retorted as the bus pulled up, and the two teachers got on, Yoongi with a hand on Jimin’s back, guiding him to make sure that he was safe. They made their way to the seats at the back, and if anyone looked through the window at them, they would see a couple on the brink of an everlasting love.