Stray Kids Oneshots Collection (Smut & Fluff)

35 ¦ The way you kiss me

A/N: Student - Teacher relationship, but both are consenting adults.

Ship: Jeongin / Bang Chan

Words: 2,984

Summary: Just a bit more, he thinks, just a little. He wants to follow this longing just once more. "Only for you?" Chan leans, but Jeongin doesn't back up. "Only for me" he whispers, his lips almost touching his.

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There is something that we enjoy whenever we start to feel a new emotion for someone. It's almost addictive that feeling – transitioning from friends to more.

At first it's genuine, unplanned; then it becomes something you can't stop thinking about. Even though not many realize it, love does come in different forms. It grows and becomes stronger than yourself, and you can't help but follow your gut.

"That sounded perfect, Jeongin" Chan praises, as the younger sets his hands on his thighs. He gapes over to Chan, whose face is genuinely lighted up. "Thank you, Sir" Jeongin beams, as he looks down at the piano keys in front of him. "Though I feel like I got quite unstable at this part" he points to the third page of his moonlight sonata he just finished playing. Chan, his professor, simply hums.

He stands up and leans forward to see the sheets better up close. Jeongin's hand goes back to his sides, as he glances up to the man. His visuals are well-defined; he can make up the tiny wrinkles beneath his eyes from this close. "Ah well, that is not easy as well. Playing Debussy will remain a challenge, Jeongin." Mr. Bahng steps back, with a smile. "But you did great nonetheless. Let's review the last page, alright?"

And sometimes you force yourself to contain that feeling. That want, or whatever it is, to stop. You hope it would stop growing, to cease blooming inside your chest whenever you think about it. You pray and hope, you won't lose control over it, yet.

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"Mr. Bahng!"

Chan turns around as he hears his name being called. Squinting his eyes, he can see a figure from afar jumping and then waving in his direction. Thank god he recognizes the voice, but he should really get glasses.

He tries not to run, knowing that he will begin to sweat too easily, but opts to walk at a hastened pace.

"Jeongin, hello", he greets, the younger mirroring his polite smile. He glances down to catch a look at the outfit, and notices the gloves. Pink, Sanrio gloves.

Jeongin realises his reason for staring, and gasps softly as he probably blushes. Even though Chan would much enjoy asking about them, he decides not to embarrass the younger even more.

"Going home?" he asks, motioning with his head to the bus station. "Yes," he answers, sticking his hands into his pockets. "You? Did you teach today?"

Chan musters his face before answering. A cloud of condensed air comes out of his mouth every time he exhales. "Yes I did"

Just when he is about to ask something else, a bus arrives, to which a group of people rush closer. Jeongin's face lightens up, taking hold of his bag. "I must go, see you soon Sir!"

The older waves at him as the latter runs to the opening doors. A last look behind him, makes Chan's stomach squeeze. Jeongin's dimples greet him goodbye as he enters the bus.