teacher - seungmin x reader

-fourteen-

"me first. why the hell are you home so late? where did you come from?" johnny stands in front of his bed with his hands on his hips. he looks funny, you think, his ACDC shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, his checkered pajamas dragging against the carpet floor. 

"jeez dad," you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging your legs. you watch his reaction after your remark but he remains the same. your back is leaned against his headboard, his blanket pulled over your legs. 

"just answer me." he demands, sitting on the edge of his bed. 

"i was out with a friend," you shrugged, trying not to let your mind wander over what seungmin was doing right now. god you wished you were snuggled against him right now, his arms wrapped around you and shielding you from the world. he always smelled so good, like a signature scent. his skin was always so soft against yours, you felt so safe and loved in his hold. but you'd ruined that. you'd rather be drowning in seungmin than here with johnny. 

"a friend?" he repeated mockingly, his face scrunching in disgust. "you think i'm dumb? i know what a hookup looks like. your hair is messed up, your makeup is smudged, and not to mention, you smelled like cu-" you quickly reach behind you for a pillow and hurl it at his face. 

"shuttup," you yell, trying not to let your embarrassment show. 

"who is he?" he pries, tucking the pillow against him and holding it tightly. 

you choose to ignore him, hoping he would just drop it. obviously, he would not. 

"cmonnnn, we tell each other everything, right?" he sings, placing a hand on your knee. 

you quickly slap it away and point at him accusingly. "look who's talking!"

johnny has a confused look on his face, and you want nothing more than to sock him. you couldn't understand why, he just looked so punchable right now. "i dont-"

"taeyong." 

johnny's eyes go wide for a brief second before dropping to the floor in guilt. he fumbled nervously with the pillow in his lap, which almost made you laugh. he just looked so huge yet here he was, slouching sheepishly at you and looking at you guiltily. "right. he told you?" 

"yea," your anger had died down a bit, but your face remained expressionless. "first of all, why would you tell him not to tell me? you knew how i felt about him." 

"i was just looking out for you. its so weird to think about, my little sister and my best friend." he threw the pillow at you defensively and stood up, his figure towering over you. you scoffed in irritation and swung your feet off the bed, standing  up to him but only reaching up to his chest. 

"i dont need you to look after me! i dont want you looking after me." you whined, placing your hands on his chest to push him away. he grabbed you by the wrist and threw it off his chest towards your sides. 

"you're making such a big deal out of this." johnny rolls his eyes and turns away from you, walking towards the middle of his room. 

"its not just this, johnny! its every fucking time you try 'looking out for me' then end up messing up." you groan, pulling his arm and making you face him. you hated how he treated it like it was nothing, and every bitter feeling was rising in your chest now. funnily enough, those bitter feelings weren't necessarily towards johnny, and though you hated to admit it, most were directed to yourself. 

"name one fucking time," he scoffed, raising an eyebrow and challenging you. 

"oh yea?" you walked after him until you were both standing in the middle of his room. it was too late to just drop it now, and you were too annoyed at him not to let this go. you began to count on your fingers all the times johnny messed up while trying to 'look out for you'.