"Yoongi?" Mr. Kim tilted his head and tried to read Yoongi's expression. Being the psychology freaks that they are, they both just stood there and studied each other. Mr. Kim shook his head to himself, opening his apartment door more and inviting Yoongi in. Yoongi walked in and settled in front of the door, leaning against it with nowhere else to go. "I was not expecting to see you at my door this evening, honestly."

Yoongi frowned to himself. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked. Of course he had second questioned coming here again many, many times, but Mr. Kim was right. Yoongi wants money. How bad could it be to have this weird relationship with him? Well, yes, they are teacher and student. Very typical rule: DO NOT DO YOUR TEACHER. But Yoongi thought about it. He usually doesn't give a shit, so why start now?

He raised his head to really look at his professor. Mr. Kim furrowed his eyebrows and walked towards Yoongi, trapping him in between the door and his chest. Yoongi backed against the door completely and held his breath as Mr. Kim placed his hand next to him.

So many things that Yoongi had never noticed. How thick those lips were. Mr. Kim's piercing eyes were piercing for a reason. Because Kim Seokjin knew what he was doing and was confident in it. His body barely brushed against Yoongi's own. It was all so close to being threatening to Yoongi's own being that he wasn't really sure how to act.

This is Mr. Kim.

This was Mr. Kim who was leaning down to Yoongi's level. This is Mr. Kim, leaning forward and barely leaving feather like touches to Yoongi's ear as he inched closer. Mr. Kim, who wasn't touching Yoongi, but for some reason it felt like he should be. Like it wasn't fair that Yoongi was standing there with barely any friction or any touch on his skin.

He suddenly wants touch.

"Yoongi." Seokjin said sternly, his voice so loud in Yoongi's ear, but so calm and so soothing. It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be Seokjin's lips brushing against his ears. Seokjin. Because this isn't Mr. Kim. This is Kim Seokjin. This is J. And it was Seokjin who decided to test this all, backing away and reaching his hand up to Yoongi's cheek to make sure Yoongi was paying attention.

Yoongi didn't say a word.

Seokjin stared back at him with a concerning look in his eyes. He moved closer towards Yoongi's lips, not daring to touch them.

"Well?" Seokjin's lips curved up as Yoongi released his breath finally. He had never seen Seokjin smile before, but he's also never been so fucking affected by him either. "Speak up, baby." Seokjin moved away from Yoongi and just looked down at him.

"W-What do you mean?" Yoongi asked, now breathing hard.

A soft sigh left Seokjin's lips. "Are you gonna be mine or what, baby?" The name sent shivers down Yoongi's whole body, especially as Seokjin bent down to look at him at Yoongi's level again. "Looks like a yes to me."

  "Mr." Yoongi's breath got caught in his throat as Mr. Kim tucked his hair behind his ear and stared down at him. "We— Wouldn't you get in trouble? Y-You're my professor." Seokjin's hand was suddenly brushing against Yoongi's arm ever so gently. Chills were sent down Yoongi's spine as the hand crept up his arm, tickling his skin so softly.

  Seokjin pressed his lower body into Yoongi's, earning a small whine from the younger. He could feel Seokjin's leg press against him so good. It was so wrong, but shit. The professor moved his head back and just watched Yoongi. Because Yoongi knew that Mr. Kim can read people well. And that's exactly what he's doing right now. Searching for whatever it was he wanted.

  "You don't have to, Yoongi." He said, then whispered "But it's strictly business, no?" All Yoongi could do was nod. Seokjin completely moved his body away from him and just offered a hand to him. If anyone were to tell Yoongi that he would ever be in this situation, he'd call you insane. "Let's go have some tea and talk more about these rules of ours." Seokjin reached his hand out more, urging Yoongi to take it.

  Yoongi took his hand and was pulled towards the apartment living room. Seokjin left shortly down the hall and left Yoongi sitting there. He had never been in the apartments before, but he had seen photos of them online. It was one bedroom, costed a lot more than a dorm, and it had a kitchen, living room, hallway, dining room— everything that the dorms didn't have.

  Yoongi sat on the couch of Mr. Kim's, his heart not beating any slower than before.

  "Rule number one." Seokjin had came out of the kitchen, having started the tea. Yoongi looked up at him and waited for what it was. "We can't tell anyone about this."

  Yoongi nodded. "Seems fair, I guess." He shrugged. "Not like I exactly want to share that my professor is my sugar daddy."

  A soft laugh came from Mr. Kim. "Great. That's my only rule. Now onto you." He said as he sat down next to Yoongi, who suddenly felt like his mouth wasn't functional. Seokjin just kind of looked at him before he got up to go and get their tea, clearly seeing that Yoongi needed some time to think. When he came back and sat next to him, he had two glasses of tea. He gave one to Yoongi.

  "You can.. do whatever you want to me." Yoongi mumbled, seeing Kim's eyebrows raise in interest. "No weird stuff, though. Like no blood, no feet pics, no furry shit—"

  "No spanking?"

  Yoongi choked up, his words faltering at Mr. Kim's words. "B-BDSM? You want that?" He asked. Mr. Kim simply just nodded as if it was something that was a given. "Like what?"

  Mr. Kim laid back into the couch and just looked back at Yoongi with a slight dare in his eyes. "You'll submit to me." He tilted his head and let his eyes travel down Yoongi's body. Yoongi looked away momentarily, trying not to feel so affected by his actions. "You'll be mine and mine only. I'll simply make you feel good. And trust me, you will feel good. Just leave it all up to me, Yoongi. I know what I'm doing."

  Yoongi didn't even know how to respond. His eyes had turned back to look into Mr. Kim's, this time making eye contact with him.

  "A-And we can have a safe word right?" Yoongi asked. "For any of this in general. Not just the sex— I mean business sex- Oh God, I just made it sound worse." He's torturing himself at this point.

  Seokjin laughed, his head falling slightly into the couch. Yoongi had never heard or seen him laugh like that. It was genuine. Odd. "You mean for the whole thing in general? Like if one of us are close to breaking a rule or crossing the line? You want a safe word for us? How about Banana?" He asked.

  "Banana?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the man, who was still smiling a little.

  "I don't see why not."

  Yoongi shrugged. "Okay, Banana is the safe word. In bed and out of bed." He cringed to himself, because is he really going to have sex with his professor for money? "Oh, yeah." Yoongi snapped his finger. "How much will you be paying me?"

  Seokjin let an ah pass his lips. "Do you want a weekly payment or do you want to be paid every time we meet up?" He asked.

  "What's the difference?"

  "If I pay you weekly, It'll be around $1,000 every week. And you will be mine. If I want you, you'll be there." Seokjin said. "If it's just payment every time we meet up, it'll be less money and just like normal hookups."

  Normal hookups. Right.

  "Do you want this to feel normal?" Yoongi suddenly asked. "Like instead of this being business related, you want me to be into it, right? You don't want fake?" He asked.

  Seokjin scoffed. "You will be into it, baby. Don't worry about that." He said. Yoongi bit his lip at the unfamiliar name coming from him once again.

  "So... weekly." Yoongi nodded to himself. Since he has no job at all, he might as well have Mr. Kim calling him up whenever. It feels fair enough, especially for $1,000 a week. "Just treat me like you would a normal sub." Yoongi stood up from the couch and stood his ground.

  "Going so soon, little one?" Seokjin asked as he looked up at Yoongi. The younger just nodded to himself and gave his tea glass back to Mr. Kim.

  "If there's anything else you need, you have my number." Yoongi said. "For now, I have to go do an assignment for another class that I have." He reached his hand out to shake Seokjin's hand. The professor took it instantly, having shaken hands with so many people. "So we have a deal, right Mr. Kim?"

  Mr. Kim nodded. "Please, call me Seokjin while we're in private."

  "Yes, sir."

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i feel like this chapter was messy and confusing but if ur lost then .. sry lmao so am i