teacher - seungmin x reader

- seventeen -

a/n: im gonna be dead for a while after this chapter sooo- lotsa smut. like lots. lotsa fluff, big uwus for seungmin 

seungmin sat in his car parked in front of your house, hands seemingly glued onto the steering wheel. he gripped it tightly, the sweat on his palms reacting to the leather material. the stretch of the skin over his hand caused the rawness of his knuckles to sting, a spike of pain shooting up his hand. he groaned, bringing his other hand to touch at the raw skin. he looked out his window and into your house, watching your shadow pace back and forth the ground of floor. 

he took the keys out of the ignition, slipping it into his jacket pocket and opening the car door. he carefully swung his feet out of the car, wincing at the soreness he felt in his stomach. he'd never been punched in the gut before, hell, he's never even been in a fight. he didn't think it would ache this much, he clutched at his stomach as he walked up your front porch, raising his fist to knock on the door. 

"ohmygod, minnie." you winced when you flung your front door open, taking in the sight of seungmin standing on your front porch, his hair unruly and matted from the soil. your eyes fell on his hand, his knuckles raw and red with dried blood. 

"uh, hi." he said lamely, his hand flying to the back of his head and rubbing sheepishly when he saw the horrified look on your face. what was it? did he look that bad? did he smell bad? did he catch you at a bad time?

he stood there for what seemed like hours before you stepped out onto the porch, throwing yourself at him. your arms locked around his waist and hugged him as tight as you could, your head resting on his chest. his breath got caught in his throat when he felt your body against his, he was expecting you to be much madder at him. he had no excuse to pick a fight with taeyong anyway. but he gladly reciprocated, hugging you back and dipping down to smell the top of your head. 

he groaned in pain when your arm pressed against his stomach and you quickly stepped away. "i'm sorry." you whispered, but he shook his head. 

"no, hug me again. just- just dont put too much pressure on my stomach, please." he smiled, opening his arms towards you. 

you happily obliged, feeling his arms wrap around your shoulder as you slightly tilted your lower body backwards in an attempt to avoid his stomach. you stood there for a while, your hands rubbing up and down his back as a silent apology to the fight you had started, but seungmin took the blow. 

"i'm sorry." he whispered against the top of your head, his voice muffled by your hair. 

"for what?" you asked, pulling back to look up at him. 

"for starting a scene?" he asked, putting his hands on your shoulders. "i know i shouldn't have acted that way, we aren't even dating." he chuckled, checking your face for your reaction. you merely blinked repeatedly and gave a small nod. 

you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth, that you wanted to get him riled up, to see how he would react. to make him jealous. you were the one who was supposed to apologize and you knew it. but you knew that if you admitted to wanting to make him jealous, he would put two and two together. then game over. and you were too selfish to let seungmin slip through your fingers. 

"you wanna come in?" you asked, stepping to the side and ushering him in. 

"do you think i could shower?" he asked timidly, shrugging his coat off and hanging it on the hooks by the wall. 

"oh. you dont have clothes?" you asked, locking the front door behind you. 

"its okay. your parents?" he asked, turning back to look at you. he failed to catch the look of panic on your face at the mention of your parents as you quickly recomposed yourself, shrugging your shoulders to feign nonchalance.