The Done Deal

Chapter 10

 *weeks later*

"Yoongi," Jimin said, closing the door. The girls were with Taehyung today, so he was at Yoongi's house. Currently Yoongi was in his office, and Jimin knew he was grading paper. Now Jimin is a very patient man, but now when he knew there was a chance that he might he to know his grade before everyone it was getting very hard to wait for Yoongi in the bedroom. Besides it'd been too long since they last fucked.

Yoongi didn't look up from his computer. "Not now. I'm busy and you're... you're too distracting." He mumbled, his eyes furrowed, looking so edible with his glasses.

Jimin smiled. "Distracting, huh?" he came to stand behind Yoongi leaning forward trying to meet his eyes.

Yoongi shot him a glare, but it was half-hearted at best.

"Come on, just tell me already!" he whined.

"No special treatment," Yoongi said. "You'll learn your grade when everyone else does. Tomorrow."

Leaning back, Jimin steeped back and bit his lip. "Did I fail?"

He wasn't sure. Yoongi had helped him a lot lately, explaining a lot of the stuff Jimin had missed at the beginning of the semester. Jimin had thought his understanding of the subject improved and that he'd done pretty well on the exam, but now, looking at Yoongi's grim face, he wasn't sure anymore.

"No," Yoongi said. "You didn't fail."

Jimin breathed out. "So what did I get? C, right?"

Yoongi pursed his lips. "You got a B."

Jimin's mouth fell open. "Really? Wait, did you—"

"No, I didn't give you any special treatment," Yoongi said, his tone somewhat defensive. "You did a good job. You're not unintelligent. If you actually bothered to attend classes, you wouldn't have had any problems at all."

Jimin grinned, feeling stupidly warm and giddy. He took a step toward the desk, but Yoongi snapped, "Don't."

"Why?"

Yoongi fixed his eyes on the screen in front of him, his jaw clenched. "I told you. You're distracting. I have to work."

Jimin didn't want to go. He wanted to hug him. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to celebrate with him. "But..."

Yoongi sighed through his teeth. "Fine, come here and kiss me. One kiss, then you will go."

Jimin went there and kissed him. His hand cupping Yoongi's face and lips firmly pressed against Yoongi's. Soon Yoongi's hand left the stylus pen on the desk, and reached for Jimin's nape holding him in place.

And kissed him again. And again. And one more time.

When their lips finally parted, Yoongi brushed his thumb over Jimin's cheek. "Good job, Mr. Park."

Jimin grinned and pecked him once more on the lips. "Thanks, Professor."

A reluctant smile appeared on Yoongi's face before he scowled and pushed him off his lap. "Now get out." A playful swat land on Jimin's ass.

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When Jimin opened his eyes the next morning, he found Yoongi watching him. He looked...decided.

"Morning," Jimin murmured, their faces just inches away on the pillow. It felt unbearably intimate. "Sleep well?" They were curled against each other; Yoongi's arm was around his waist. His other arm was supporting his head as he watched Jimin.