Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Professor

Professor Jeon fiddled with the silver ring hanging from the silver chain around his neck.  His first class of the day was about to begin and he watched idly as the students began to file in, taking their seats.  The realization of what he was doing hit him and he hastily slipped the chain back into his button up shirt.  He and his lover had decided not to tell the University about their marriage.  It wasn't strictly prohibited since they were in two different departments, but the implication was there that it would be frowned upon.

Professor Park, meanwhile, was sitting in his office, fingers caressing the edges of his own silver ring and chain as he considered the best way to use his free class slot to see his husband.

"Bingo," he whispered triumphantly to himself as he noticed the brown leather bag tossed into the chair across from him.  He quickly snatched it up and, grinning so wide he could barely see, made a mad dash for the classroom across the building.

Half of the building was for the dance majors, and the other half was for the music majors.  Park Jimin being the co-head of the dance department with his best friend, Jung Hoseok, had met the head of the music department, Jeon Jungkook, when they'd clashed over time slots for the only recording studio on campus.  The studio housed both a recording booth and a video set up for the dancers and their audition taping.

Jimin smiled to himself as he remembered the day with clarity.  He remembered the way Jungkook's eyes had shone with passion and how fiercely he fought against him.  People rarely didn't give Jimin his way.  It was the effect he had on people.  Something about him always seemed to charm them in the end.  Everyone except Jungkook, that is.  Jungkook won the studio time for his students and Park Jimin's respect all at once.

The door to his classroom was still open, so Jimin calmly walked in, acting as though it were any other professor in the university.  He made his way to a wide-eyed Jungkook's side as he stretched his hand out with the bag.  Voices murmured and quiet squeals echoed in the classroom.

"I saw that you left this on a park bench, Professor Jeon," Jimin politely said, making sure to include 'park' bench so Jungkook would understand what he couldn't say outright.

"Ah.  Y-yes.  Thank you for returning it, Professor Park.  I apologize for the trouble.  You have my gratitude," Jungkook managed to stutter out as a group of girls near the front whispered to each other loud enough for the couple to hear.

"Oh my god.  Professor Park is so hot."

"So is Professor Jeon."

"Imagine if they just tag-teamed you," one girl giggled as her friend slapped her arm.

"Shut up.  Don't talk about them like that."

"Yeah, besides, I've heard a rumor that they're together."

"Oh my god, why does that sound so hot?"

"Shhh!  They'll hear you, idiots."

"Yeah, and anyway, they're not gay.  Plus isn't it like...against the school's rules or something?"

"Screw the school!  Let them gay it up together!"

"Shhh!  They're right there.  They're going to hear you."

"Shit!  You're right.  They're looking this way.  Abort.  ABORT!"

Jungkook and Jimin just shared a knowing smirk before Jimin turned to walk out of the classroom, winking at the group of girls as he left.

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Jimin kissed Jungkook's neck softly as he hummed under his lips.  They'd spent the evening eating their favorite dinner and softly making love on their balcony.  The sex hadn't been intentional, but with the light of the moon and stars, the soft glow of the candles, and the delicious taste of kimchi jjigae on their tongues, it had been easy to find themselves tangled up in each other.

"You're the best husband ever, Kookie," Jimin whispered into Jungkook's ear before nibbling on the shell.

"I'm second place to you, Minie," he whispered back, planting light kisses into Jimin's temple.

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Jimin woke, not on the balcony where he'd fallen asleep, but instead in his bed.  But where Jungkook ought to be, there was only a cold pillow and empty sheets.  He stood and stretched, finding a pair of boxers he wasn't entirely sure was his as he went off to search for his husband.

He found Jungkook sitting at his laptop at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee.  Jimin wrapped his bare body around his husband's t-shirt clad back and kissed his way up his neck.  Jungkook choked, spitting coffee onto his shorts.  With wide eyes, he looked up at Jimin in alarm.

"J-Jimin.  I-I decided to hold c-class online today," Jungkook stuttered as he desperately tried to explain the situation.

It was too late, though.  The damage was done.  Jimin glanced to the laptop in alarm as 34 faces stared back at him in varying degrees of complete shock.  He stood up straight, grateful he'd put on boxers and wasn't entirely naked, but still very aware of his lack of clothing.

"H-hi, everyone.  Hope you all enjoy today's lecture.  I'm just gonna...bye!" Jimin grimaced and ran into the kitchen to make his own cup of coffee.  To be utterly humiliated and outed first thing in the morning before he'd even had his coffee was too much to handle.

He stood there a while, just sipping his coffee and reliving the looks on each student's face as he contemplated the implications of what this would mean for them.  That is...until a pair of thick arms slid around his waist and soft lips grazed his collarbone.

"Guess the University will know about us now," Jungkook chuckled.

"Guess so," Jimin smiled.

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"Oh not again," Jimin groaned as he spotted the brown leather bag sitting in the chair across from his desk.  "A couple of kisses and this man can't even remember his name, let alone his damned bag!"

Jimin yanked the bag from the chair and tore through the hallways to the other side of the building.  Grateful that the door was still open, he jogged breathless to Jungkook's side.  He glanced up in surprise, eyes roaming around the room at his students before they found their way to the bag clutched in Jimin's smaller hand.

"You really just leave this thing anywhere, don't you?" Jimin teased, a hint of a flirtation in his tone.  His eyes sparkled with something dirty and Jungkook had to bite the inside of his cheek to not return his smirk.

"Thank you, Professor Park.  I'll try to be more careful with it in the future.  Once again, I'm sorry you had to inconvenience yourself to bring it to me."

The same group of girls in the front as before giggled and quietly squealed as they watched the pair.  Their eyes darted between the two men as if they were watching a ping pong match and not a simple exchange of words.

"You're welcome.  It was no trouble at all, Professor Jeon," Jimin insisted before leaning closer to Jungkook's ear, delighting in how his face flushed bright red as he drew near him.  He whispered, "You can thank me properly later."

With a wink sent to the girls, Jimin smirked and left a very flustered Jungkook behind.

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(1177 words)

A/N: This was an idea by @umarai89 who had suggested a very similar situation.  I changed it up very, very little and I hope its still satisfactory!  (They did agree that I could adjust it to how I had it in my head, for the record.) 

Thank you, Lovely ARMY's!  Today, I am useless, but at least I might make some of you smile.  :)