minxxiu(ao3)
Fresh out of college and new to the field of education, Mr. Kim is fresh meat and his students aren't the only ones crushing on him. The science teacher, Mr. Jeon seems to have taken a particular interest.
Or, the one where taekook are both teachers and they flirt and stuff and Jimin ruins the mood.
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"Ah," Taehyung smacked his lips together, delicately using the thin black straw to absentmindedly stir his auburn beverage.
Suddenly, the click of the teacher lounge's door sounded in the small, overly-air-conditioned room. Wide eyes followed the male figure as it pushed its way into the confined area, dragging a wooden podium along with him.
After watching a minute of struggling on the guy's part, the tension in Taehyung's shoulders eased and he took another sip of the drink in his cup. The slurping sound he made was subtle but it captured the other's attention. Jerking the large structure in surprise and letting the metal door swing to a slow close, the man turned to face the brunette.
Large doe eyes hidden behind black-rimmed glasses found Taehyung's in a snap, toothy grins stretching across both of their lips.
"Hey, newbie," Jungkook sighed, relieved, "How are your classes so far? The first week on the job turning out alright?" The tall raven strode towards the fridge in the back corner. He points at Taehyung's white Styrofoam cup. "Are you drinking coffee? Could you check to see if the water is still hot for me?"
Cocking his head to the side, Taehyung observed the beautiful man closer. Exhaustion clung to the skin under his eyes and stress bent his shoulders inward as if pulling them directly towards the man's heart. It brought a frown to the brunette's features. "No, the water's not hot - I'm drinking apple juice." The elder sat on the couch with a huff. "And don't even bother asking me about my classes 'cause you won't hear anything good."
Jungkook chuckled. "Aw c'mon." He tapped his chin for a moment more when Taehyung looked at him before the raven pulled out a plastic-wrapped muffin and shut the door. The new worker evaded his gaze, not wanting to be caught ogling. "How bad can art students be?"
The brunette's eyebrows lifted disbelievingly, a sarcastic laugh on the tip of his tongue. "Are you kidding? They're angsty freaks. I don't know how to handle them. Maybe I'm just not fit to be a teacher." He took another sip of his juice, wishing it was mixed with something heavier.
Whiskey, perhaps.
A dip in the mini-couch snapped Taehyung from his thoughts, his head turning to scan the profile of Jungkook's face.
His jawline. . . I could lick it, Taehyung thought to himself but the explicit images he painted for himself in his mind brought a swollen red blush to his cheeks and neck. Dear God, control yourself, man.
Swallowing thickly, the elder adjusted his tie and finished the rest of his drink in one gulp. He set it on the round coffee table.
"It is pretty tough," the raven abruptly spoke, startling the other, "being a teacher and all. I mean, you're fresh out of college and were thrown into this in the middle of the semester. Nobody would really want to take the job." He rotated in his seat, admiration shining in his eyes, and a warm smile decorated on his face. "But you have spunk and a passion for kids and art, and I think you've found the perfect career."
The brunette froze, touched. His lips parted to express his thanks for the little mood-lifter speech but the overhead bell rang before he had the chance. "Well," Jungkook sighed, "time to brave the day. Good luck with your students." Taehyung nodded his head, silently watching as the other left. Until, at the last second when Taehyung's fist was about to grasp the handle, Jungkook re-appeared, shoving the door open and standing only inches away from the other. Breathless, presumably from running, he asked, "Would it be alright if I joined you for lunch after fourth period today?"
