[Summary]  (Com Work)

Yoongi takes his son to Meet the Teacher Night, not expecting to find interest in his son's teacher, Mr. Park Jimin.

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    "Seojin!"

  The little boy wriggled as Yoongi tried to tie his shoe onto him. "School sucks!" he managed to say, and lord knows where Seojin had learned to say things like that.

  School was starting back today and Seojin, Yoongi's son, had been whining about it every time Yoongi reminded him. He's just seven— where in the world did he learn to say school sucks, already? Already!

  He finally tied the shoe around the boy's foot, not without a frown and huffing and puffing from the young one.

  Yoongi understood, though. Third grade only reminded him of the personal hell he'd gone through years ago, and his awful teacher who used to purposely call on him in class, embarrassing him in front of his friends and classmates. School sucks; Seojin had one thing right, at least.

"You have to go to school and learn," he muttered out, huffing a stressed breath out as he backed away from his son. He was already exhausted by Seojin's hectic ways this morning. Good thing he doesn't work today.

  "I don't wanna learn."

  Well, that's not an option.

  Alas, his son was sent off to the bus. He didn't make a fuss as Yoongi walked him down to the stop, and he immediately smiled upon seeing his friends already on the bus, so he was suddenly happy as he made his way to them, cackling over seeing the boys. He had made a fuss over nothing.

  "That boy," Yoongi sighed.

  He'd been alone since his girlfriend had left him— unless you count the miracle that is Min Yoongi winning custody over their little boy. Other than Seojin, he'd been alone. Alone, exhausted, trying his best to make a living for himself and his baby.

  Seojin grew up too fast.

  And as school bills became a thing over diapers and baby wipes, Yoongi was suddenly glad that his job was well-paying. If it hadn't been, he probably would've lost his baby. He would've lost his baby to the woman who refuses to care— to the woman who left him with the baby.

  Being a lawyer who wins cases left and right is truly a miracle for Yoongi. Having been blessed with such a job just makes him think every day, that he'd been blessed with it because he tries his best to be the best for his kid.

  But Seojin can be a little shit sometimes.

  He loves his kid that way, though. He got it from his father, anyhow. They both know how to push each other's buttons— in the most innocent and playful way! The teasing and playing are what gets them going the most. He's just like Yoongi in that department.

  He wouldn't have it any other way.

——

  "Good morning~"

  Jimin turned from his desk at the familiar sound of his friend, Taehyung, calling out to him. He was dressed as usual, the many years he'd known his friend to dress in such a unique way.

  "Morning."

  He had been sorting out papers and containers filled with crayons and markers and— damn, being a teacher is harder than people would think. The pressure, for the most part, but other than that it's actually fun being so organized and working in his own little area.

  He'd printed off so many copies of worksheets for his new-coming class. Today was going to be chaotic but also fun. He loves the children.

  "School starts in an hour, you know," Taehyung oh-so-kindly had to remind him. "I can help you if you need me to. I finished my copies last night. I can do whatever."

  An angel in disguise.

  "Thank you." Jimin held up two empty containers that he'd been putting aside, and then he pointed to the unopened packs of art supplies on the counter behind him. "I made a few of these already. Just separate the crayons and markers apart in the container. I'm stressing out over crayons, Tae."

  Taehyung chuckled, but he took the task for himself.

  As an hour quickly went by and as the familiar sound of children chatting and walking in the hall hit his ears, he suddenly didn't feel as stressed. Taehyung had really helped him, so he got done earlier. Everything was going to go smoothly— he just knew it. It always does.

  But the students began walking into his classroom and finding seats as Jimin welcomed them inside, and one of the students had a not-so-fun encounter almost immediately.

  A little boy made his way in, tripping over what seemed like his own foot— how clumsy. Still, Jimin rushed to squat down next to the boy and help him back to his feet.

  "Goodness, are you okay?"

  The boy pursed his lips as he looked back up at Jimin. "Yes..." He seemed shy, but he was speaking in pout, and the fall seemed like it hurt. So, Jimin rushed to his desk and took a piece of candy out of his drawer to give to the boy, who suddenly had sparkling eyes.

  "To feel better." He smiled at the boy as he instantly opened the candy wrapper and shoved the candy into his mouth. "Don't tell the other kids that I gave you this. It's for rewards only, okay? What's your name? I'm Mr. Park."

  The boy chewed on the candy, but spoke through his chews, "Seojin."

  Seojin. The clumsy boy who likes candy.

  "Well, Seojin, welcome to class."

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  There's always one of those days. Every school year, the school opens the classes for students and parents to visit; to get to know the teachers and staff. Meet the Teacher Night.

  Yoongi isn't too much of a people person. He's not terribly afraid of them or anything, and he would never ignore people unless he just absolutely doesn't like them, but he doesn't willingly join conversations for fun. He simply observes.

  So, that's what he planned to do when he finally got Seojin up and ready to go meet his teacher and the head of the school.

  Seojin has one teacher, Yoongi knew. He hadn't asked Seojin about the teacher, honestly. He didn't question anything. He didn't have to. It's just a teacher. But the point of going to the meeting this evening was so that Yoongi could learn what he hadn't already.

  "When you walk into the class," Seojin began as Yoongi pulled into the school parking lot, "you need to fall down in the door."

  He was too focused on parking to even understand what Seojin had said to him. "Are you ready, little guy? Let's get this over with."

  Seojin giggled to himself, finding it funny that his dad didn't want to be there just as much as he didn't. The boy unbuckled himself and was quick to leave the car once Yoongi opened the door for him.

  "Come on, come on!"

  Suddenly, Seojin was excited.

  And when they walked through the halls and passed the many parents and students talking with teachers, Seojin stopped Yoongi by his hand— right in front of one of the open doors. A classroom.

  "Okay, so fall in the door and he'll give you candy."

  What?

  Yoongi peeked inside of the door, wondering what the hell his little boy was talking about. Who is "he" and why is he giving people candy if they fall inside the doorway? As his eyes trailed from the floor and inside the classroom, he caught sight of a few people.

  There was a little girl with her mom and dad, which was normal, from what Yoongi had been seeing already. But the man standing in front of the couple was what really caught his attention.

  Yoongi had dressed nice, wearing one of his many nice work suits and having his hair fixed by his own amazing hands, but this guy looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.

  Sharp jaw, perfectly lined hairline, stunningly cut nose, and thick lips. And his eyes just so happened to bunch up in an even more gorgeous way as he laughed and shook hands with the man of the couple in front of him. His laugh was even beautiful.

  "Thank you for coming," the guy spoke as the couple began to leave.

  Suddenly, Yoongi didn't know how to walk. And as the couple walked by him, the man's eyes met his, and then they widened.

  "Oh—" Oh, indeed. "Seojin..?"

  "Ah, dad, you were supposed to fall!"

  Both Yoongi and the guy— Mr. Park— turned to the child. "I—" Yoongi followed his son as he walked towards his teacher. He's Seojin's teacher! "Hello. It's nice to meet you. Mr. Park, is it?" he asked as he held out his hand.

  Mr. Park looked even more gorgeous up close. More gorgeous, but also a bit more surprised.

  "Ah— Yes. I'm Mr. Park. Park Jimin," he let out, his hand quickly attaching to Yoongi's. He shook the teacher's smaller hand, but not without letting their hold linger a bit. Mr. Park seemed a bit flustered by it.

  Yoongi liked that.

  "So you're my son's teacher, huh?"

  Mr. Park leaned back a bit onto his desk, his hands steadying himself on each side. "I believe so. Seojin has acted quite well— well, aside from telling all the students that I give out free candy. I don't, by the way," he told Seojin, both of them smiling at the statement.

  Seojin giggled. "I didn't tell them. I swear."

  Free candy. Sounds terrible. Of course, Seojin would spread such a rumor.

  "All of your teeth will rot out if you tell them that, son." But Seojin simply let out an evil laugh— the little devil he is. "Be nice to your teacher. I don't need to find myself coming back here if you cause any trouble." He turned back to the teacher, who seemed to be staring back at him. Yoongi smirked. "Or should I find myself coming back here?"

  Mr. Park, flustered, squirmed back, but his hand knocked over a pen holder in the process. He quickly turned back and loudly proceeded to shove the pens and markers back into the pen holder as Yoongi simply watched, loving to see the teacher fumble around because of him.

  "I—" he turned back towards Yoongi's way— "I don't think Seojin is a problem at all! Y-You won't have to worry. Don't worry, Mr...."

  "Just call me Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

  He'd never seen a teacher get so shy. Never seen someone try to look so casual, with his hands behind his back, yet failing with the faint blush and fumbling over his words.

  He's cuter than Yoongi should admit.

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  "Tae, I'm not joking, he was so hot that he made my knees weak. He's so hot that even the sun has to cool itself down."

  Taehyung chuckled, trying to level a stapler over one of the many papers he'd been stapling. After the parent-teacher meeting was all over, Jimin went straight to Taehyung's classroom and immediately began telling him about the hot dad he'd encountered earlier.

  All black suit, broad chest, looking so fine with his sharp eyebrows and low voice— the moment he started speaking, Jimin felt like he had entered both heaven and hell.

  "You should've just asked him on a date," Taehyung told him.

  "That's so unprofessional and he has a kid, Tae! How could I do that?"

  "You said he gave you the look, like he wouldn't mind, anyway. Don't ask me! You're the one who missed your shot!"

  Jimin groaned.

  He didn't miss his shot. He just needed to figure out a way to see that man again.

——

  It wasn't long before Yoongi saw Mr. Park again.

  Yoongi and Seojin had played basketball together, always with Yoongi teaching his boy to throw the ball at the hoop and Seojin eventually becoming better and better. It was only a matter of time before Seojin was bringing home a flyer to join the third grade basketball team— adorable.

  He'd learned from his dad.

  "Of course you can join," Yoongi had told him.

  He didn't think he'd end up at his son's first basketball game, feeling warm all over as his son ran across the court, absolutely destroying the floor and all those little kids he was against. That's his boy.

  But the best part of the experience was Mr. Park, who was across the bleachers, shouting praises and cheering for the students. He hadn't seen Yoongi, being blended in the large crowd, but nobody could miss him; whether it be the way he stands out in general or the screams and bounces of joy every time the team made a goal.

  What a pure heart.

  Yoongi made his way to the teacher not too long in. He just had to go spark up a conversation with this man. He couldn't help but itch for the satisfaction that is making the teacher so flustered.

  When he made his way there, Mr. Park settled down, sitting on the bleacher seat and gulping down his fruit drink in the process.

  "You seem excited," Yoongi said when he reached him, his hands warm in his jacket pocket.

  Mr. Park nodded. "I saw Seojin on the team. Figured you'd be here." He scooted over, a spot cleared just for Yoongi.

"So you were waiting for me?" he asked as he sat down next to the man.

  "And if I was?"

  Mr. Park chugged his drink once again, this time fighting back a smirk, which Yoongi had no business staring at— at his big, now wet lips. It felt like a sin to have his eyes set there. Felt like a sin, having Seojin's teacher so willing to give in as well.

  "Let me take you on a date."

  Then, Mr. Park choked back on the drink, immediately taking the bottle away from his lips and turning to Yoongi with wide eyes.

  "So forward?"

  Yoongi nodded. "Why would I beat around the bush? Do you want to or... I can leave you alone..?"

  "No! Don't leave."

  He smirked in return. "Thought so," he muttered as he started watching his son on the court again. He took out his phone and went to his contacts. "Give me your number and I'll gladly take you out. That okay?" The teacher nodded, head lowered as he took Yoongi's phone and quickly typed his number in.

  Park Jimin <3

  Even the contact name he'd given himself was cute.

  "I look forward to seeing you, Park Jimin."

  Mr. Park— Jimin was smiling. Yoongi couldn't believe he'd gotten away with so effortlessly asking Jimin out, but he knew it would be worth it.

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  Jimin called Taehyung when he got home from the basketball game. He'd felt like he was buzzing from the moment Min Yoongi walked up to him until even now, with his phone pressed to speaker mode and his legs kicked out over his bed.

  "Hello~" Taehyung answered.

  "Tae! I have a date!"

  He heard Taehyung gasp through the phone. "A date? Oh my gosh, that's so cute Jimin. With who? Did someone ask you out?"

  That's where Jimin giggled like a teenage girl to himself. "The hot guy I saw on our teacher meeting day. Yoongi. He was so casual about it. I gave him my number and now I'm just gonna wait. I'm so excited."

  "I can tell," the younger chuckled. Then, "So what're you gonna wear to this date?"

——

  Yoongi texted Jimin and asked him on a date. It went quite easily, the two agreeing on meeting each other at one of the restaurants in their city, and Jimin had even typed cutely.

  But Jimin was also cute on the date; that was the first thing Yoongi noticed upon seeing him enter the restaurant. He had on a maroon cardigan, tight jeans, a nice shirt, and he looked cuter than when he wears his usual school work clothes. He looked adorable in that big cardigan.

  "You look cute, Park."

  Jimin took the seat across from him, already smiling. "Thank you. You look hot."

  Oh. "I see... Compliments make you confident, huh?" He didn't miss the faint smile on Jimin's lips. "You're gonna be fun to have around. I can already tell." Jimin picked up the menu and shrugged, cheeky as he did.

  "I guess we'll see about that."

——

  The first few dates went so well that it nearly seemed too good to be true— especially once Yoongi had seen how good Jimin is with children and how playful he is with Seojin. It's like Seojin and Jimin get along so well in the most mischievous way, always teasing and poking fun words towards Yoongi, which seemed to make Seojin laugh lots, and Jimin would smile as well.

  He's just as mischievous as Yoongi and Seojin. Great.

  But one of those days, when Yoongi had invited Jimin over, the mischievous smile was wiped off and replaced with confusion in his eyes.

  "Where's Seojin at?"

  Yoongi led them to his couch, as usual, but only Yoongi sat down in the middle of it, the teacher looking down at him and waiting for an answer.

  "He's at his mother's house today," he told, to which Jimin tilted his head at.

  "His mother... She..?"

  Yoongi smiled up at him, noticing the uncertainty in his voice. "She's about as useful as a fireplace on a hot summer day, Jimin. Don't you worry about her. She just gets to see Seojin whenever." Jimin stepped a bit closer, and for the first time, he reached his hands out to Yoongi, asking to hold.

  They hadn't been intimate at all.

  Every time Yoongi tries, Seojin is either there or Jimin gets a bit shy if they're in public. That's why Yoongi invited Jimin over, in hopes of something like this; he gets to hold Jimin's hands as the younger blushes down at him.

  "What will we do, if not play with Seojin?" His voice was a bit low, his fingers toying with Yoongi's. His head dipped low as well, suddenly a bit shy.

  Yoongi tugged him forward a bit, to which Jimin took as an opportunity, soon climbing straight for Yoongi's lap and straddling him. But that's all he did. He didn't lean in or initiate anything, though he'd been so cheeky and mischievous before. He suddenly forgot all the teasing he'd done before.

  He placed his hands on Jimin's thighs, the younger pushing into the hold.

  "What do you want to do, Jimin?" Instead of saying anything, Jimin's hands released from on top of Yoongi's and landed on Yoongi's chest, both trailing their way up, causing Yoongi to puff his chest out a bit, hoping Jimin couldn't feel his racing heart.

  His hands slid up Yoongi's neck and soon his fingers were digging into the back of his hair, thumbs pressed into Yoongi's jaw. His eyes averted from Yoongi's, instead falling to his lips.

  Yoongi's lips tugged up, so Jimin's eyes quickly met his again.

  "Well?" Yoongi asked. His voice was low and in a near-whisper. "Are you wanting to teach me a little something, Mr. Park?"

  Jimin pushed forward a little in his lap, Yoongi could feel. He felt he was going mad, not having Jimin's touch for— ever.

  However, it was Jimin who leaned forward, closing the gap between them and pressing his plump, pretty lips against Yoongi's licked and bitten lips. They pushed into each other, greedy to have the other kissing him.

  Yoongi sighed into the kiss, but Jimin began reaching for more, even more greedy than Yoongi as he slid his tongue out and licked at the older's lips. He held tighter onto Jimin's thighs, Jimin rolling his hips up into the feeling, stealing the breath from both of them.

  It was sinful, the way Yoongi felt.

  Sparks of pleasure down below, nearly moaning into their kiss, grip tight on Jimin as he let his mouth open and tongue reach out to Jimin's as well.

  When their tongues met, Jimin did moan, hot and messy, and both of them moaned together as Jimin rocked his hips again.

  Yoongi slid his hands up higher, this time earning a tug on the back of his head— his hair being pulled made him crave more and more, so he dug the pads of his fingers into Jimin's inner thigh. Jimin pulled away.

  He was catching his breath, as was Yoongi, but he continued rocking his hips against Yoongi's crotch.

  "More."

  Yoongi huffed out, "More? Such a greedy little teacher, aren't you?" Jimin's head fell back, so Yoongi planted a short, wet kiss right there on the base of his throat, only earning another moan, but he left it at that.

  "Greedy for you, you damn menace."

  This time, he chuckled. "The only menace here is you. You and your teasing. Look at you." Jimin rocked against him again just seconds before he was falling back in, their lips finding that warmth yet again.

  This time they both went straight for tongue, Jimin pulling harder on his hair and Yoongi's hands sliding up to his hips to guide them.

  It was definitely a sin now.

  Yoongi dipped his fingers under the waistband of Jimin's pants and pulled forward. "This okay?" he asked between kisses, to which Jimin needily kept on for.

  "Anything's okay."

  He bit at Yoongi's lip, the absolute danger that he is. So, Yoongi unbuttoned the younger's pants and then pulled his joggers out of the way, both bulges out in the open, but neither of them wanted to pull away from the kiss to observe such sight.

  Jimin's lips were too thick, too kissable. Yoongi's lips were full, tongue so perfectly rolling against Jimin's. Too good. It felt like they were meant to kiss each other.

  "Just help me," Jimin whined out as he pushed his hips forward again, this time pushing his hard-on into Yoongi's hand for more friction.

  He did as he was asked, slipping his hand into Jimin's underwear and pulling his dick out, which was hard. And by Jimin's needy push yet again, he was practically begging for Yoongi to touch him. So, Yoongi did, of course.

  Jimin let out needy breaths against the kiss, finally pulling away just to catch his breath as Yoongi's fingers curled around his dick and stroked him. His forehead pressed against Yoongi's and his grip moved to Yoongi's shirt instead of his hair, tight as he was given what he wanted.

  He rocked his hips up, dick sliding against the circle that Yoongi had wrapped his fingers into.

  And it wasn't long before Jimin was shoving his hands past their chests, past Yoongi's underwear as well. He did the same as Yoongi, except he was quicker with his pace, and he slowly spit down onto Yoongi's dick, his saliva coating him as he stroked.

  Yoongi's head fell back into the couch, groaning to Jimin's touch.

  "So fucking good, Jimin."

  Jimin twitched forward, a half-whine half-moan on his lips as Yoongi praised him. "You drive me so fucking crazy, Min Yoongi," he let out, huffing. "You and your stupidly hot— everything—"

  "Oh, yeah?" Yoongi chuckled. "I could say the same about you, you know. Sexy little teacher and his bratty teasing, hm?"

  Jimin thrusted upward, faster into Yoongi's slow strokes, and he nuzzled his nose into Yoongi's upper jaw, his hair tickling Yoongi's skin as he started leaving open kisses there.

  "Got your attention, didn't it?"

  "You brat."

  Jimin chuckled, but as Yoongi used his free hand to tug on his hair like he'd been doing to him, Jimin moaned nearly in his ear, hips pushing up harder, stuttering. And he gripped tight onto the couch behind Yoongi, hissing and moaning as he came over Yoongi's hand— and onto Yoongi.

  His hand accidentally slowed down on Yoongi, so he replaced it with his own hand, jerking off to the pretty moans in his ear.

  When Jimin moved back from him was when Yoongi's head dug into the couch, coming as well. Jimin watched him come, thumbing at the tip of Yoongi's dick as he did.

  "Fuck."

  Yoongi finally settled back down, muscles relaxing and eyes falling closed.

  "Looks like your clothes are all ruined," Jimin told him, gaining his attention, hooded and dazed eyes set on his. "Guess we have to take them off of you, huh?"

  He shook his head, playful as Jimin's teasing came back. "You really are a brat. Wonder how you'd be under me instead of on top of me."

  His smile grew. "Guess we'll have to figure that out, won't we?"

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