“I know you like me.”
“And you know this is illegal.”
Genre: (trashy) fluff??
Pairing: Teacher!Jungkook x reader, Bad Boy!Yoongi x reader
“Please fix your skirt,” Jungkook said.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she turned around, her hands flying to the back of her thighs as she tugged down at the fabric. A cheeky smile spread across her face as Mr. Jeon looked up at her from the bottom of the stairs, frowning. He cleared his throat.“I don’t understand why I have to remind you every time I see you, Miss (Y/L/N),” he scolded as he continued to make his way to the top of the stairs where she stood patiently. “You’ve been here for years and yet-“
She laughed, running a hand through her hair. “I know, I know,” she dramatically sighed, “But how else would I get Mr. Jeon’s attention?” she asked. He stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, a blue clipboard snug under his arm. She couldn’t help but stare at his light brown hair that matched with the pale blue tie wrapped around his neck.
Jungkook gave the girl a small smile, “As flattering as that is (Y/N),” he cooed, “Wearing your school skirt as if it’s a belt doesn’t attract any good attention from me.” He stated with another (rather fake) smile. The young teacher stepped pass and continued to make his way to the second floor of the building. The hallways were simmering down as students began settling into their first class, only a few students scattered around the halls in search for their room. It was a peaceful Monday morning in which Jungkook had the first class off, taking his time to leisurely stroll around the school to his office before having to scold a young girl.
(Y/N) was a good student. Good friends, good grade and a good report. Nothing out of the ordinary appeared in her life. However, it was no doubt around the school that she had started to develop an interest on the young transfer teacher from the city. Jungkook had noted the long stares sent his way during his classes.
“I was just kidding!” (Y/N) laughed, following Jungkook with a pep in her step. Her skirt, now slightly above her knee flowed as she skipped next to Jungkook. Trying to avoid her curious stares, Jungkook continued to make his way to the teacher’s staffroom- his safe haven.
“I like you, Mr. Jeon.”
He chuckled, “Well I am a good teacher.”
“No, you know what I mean…”
His feet picked up the pace as he tried to avoid her confession. But with no surprise, she picked up her pace to match his.
“And you know that you are my student.” He quipped.
(Y/N) opened her mouth again, ready to protest before Jungkook swiftly turned around, bumping into her. She let out a squeak before taking a step back, “Jungkook-“
“Mr. Jeon,” he corrected, eyes narrowing.
She smiled sheepishly, “Mr. Jeon. I’m just saying that you’re not even that much older! Plus,” she added, holding up one finger, “I’ll be graduating in almost a month!”
Jungkook adjusted the knot of his tie, the white button down shirt moving with him, revealing toned arm muscles. (Y/N) looked away quickly before he could notice the peachy hue across her cheeks. “(Y/N), just because you’re graduating soon does not mean that I’m interested in pursuing a relationship with you,” he said, “Why don’t you go after someone like Namjoon or Jimin?” he asked.
A look of disgust erupted within her, “Namjoon? Jimin? They’re just friends.”
Jungkook laughed before turning away from her, a perfect view of his back presenting itself. Fishing inside his black dress pants he pulled out the silver key, to unlock the staff room door. Swinging it open, he looked over his shoulder. (Y/N) stared into his back, admiring every inch of his body. He smirked, clearing his throat. “Go to class (Y/N).” he ordered before pushing the green door behind him.
It gently closed with a click and (Y/N) was left staring at a blank door. A small frown placed upon her lips as she turned on her heel and began walking off to her first class. In a flash, the innocent pout had instantly turned into a smile, “Stupid Joy,” she chuckled.
Jungkook planted himself into his desk chair with a thud, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes locked onto a small penguin post-it note pinned into the cork board above his desk. The small penguin his co-workers gave him after his second week of teaching at the school.
‘Number of confessions for Jungkook’
Chuckling (and almost spilling his coffee), he placed the white mug down and reached for the little note. With a small smirk, he clicked open his pen and scribbled out the number and replacing it.
The class was silent when (Y/N) opened the door. Ms. Kwon turned away from the board, frowning as she glanced down at her wrist watch. “You’re 15 minutes late (Y/N)…” she pondered before she looked up at her,”You’re never late?”
(Y/N) let out a laugh, scratching her cheek, “I had to go to the bathroom,” she muttered.
Ms. Kwon nodded, pointing at (Y/N)’s desk, “Write this down then.”
Nodding, (Y/N) bee-lined towards the empty seat as everyone looked at her. It was strange to see a punctual girl like her to be late. 15 minutes late too. Embarrassed and annoyed, (Y/N) unpacked all her belongings and settled into her desk. Why did Jungkook take so long to get to school? She thought.While Ms. Kwon began to write on the board again, (Y/N) leaned over to the desk in front of her.
“Joy,” she whispered.
Dark hair brushed her friend’s shoulders as she turned to face (Y/N), an excited look on her face. “Well?” she asked, “Did you do it?”
Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) nodded. “Yeah and I made myself extra clingy, now give me the money!”
Joy grimaced, “Damn, you really are cheap.”
(Y/N) grinned, shoving her hand in Joy’s face, “A deal is a deal.”
With a huff, the older girl reached into her blazer and slapped a crumbled note into (Y/N)’s wavering palm, “Can’t believe you confessed to Mr. Jeon for $10,” she mumbled, “Where’s your pride (Y/N)?”
She laughed, shoving the money into her blazer pocket, “I don’t mind losing a little bit of my pride for extra cash, Joy.” She explained, “At least I was pretending. What more if I actually liked Jungkook?”
It was a Tuesday morning when you stood outside of the classroom, back leaning against the wall. The early sun shone strobes of light through the hallway windows. The corridor was alive with students shuffling around, shoes squeaking against the freshly polished floor. You waited patiently for Joy. “How long does it take to pee?” you mumble, kicking a piece of paper around the ground, hands shoved in your pockets. You and Joy were making your way to Ms. Kwon’s class before Joy had run off to the bathroom without warning.
The whole morning you were getting various looks from different students around the school. Even walking towards the gate, you had encountered a bunch of girls looking at you curiously. Maybe it was your un-brushed hair or scrunched up socks. Sleeping late last night definitely showed its rough consequences. You sighed, untangling your hair by running your fingers through the strands. Ten minutes had gone by and the hallways had started to grow quiet. Quickly glancing into the classroom, you couldn’t see Ms. Kwon inside yet so you remained still. Before turning back into the hallway, you caught Namjoon and Jimin staring at you before chuckling and whispering to themselves. You scoffed, wondering what they were up to.
Looking over your shoulder, Jungkook stood in front of you alongside Min Yoongi. You gulped. “Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” you greeted, lifting your back off the wall and fixing your hair once more. Jungkook smirked at your fussiness before adverting his gaze back to your classmate.
“I heard you’re really good at English (Y/N),” Jungkook stated. You nodded, shifting your gaze to Yoongi. His hair was dyed blonde and his top two buttons were undone. Noticing your stare, Yoongi met your eyes and gave a sly wink. You silently cringed at the gesture and looked up at Jungkook. “Well,” he said, “How would you like to help out Mr. Min over here?” he suggested happily, wrapping his arm around Yoongi. You watched your classmate pull a face of disgust before shrugging his elder off.
“I told you not to treat me like a baby, Jeon,” he muttered, shoving his sleeves above his elbows. Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
You gulped once more. Teach? English? To Yoongi? You couldn’t even imagine the scenario. Yoongi kept to himself most of the time in class. You always noticed he had earphones in as he sat at in the middle of class, dozing off. You recall the amount of times Namjoon and Jimin would poke fun at him whilst he slept. It was so common that even Ms. Kwon allowed him to sleep as long as his music doesn’t disturb the class. You never had any significant interaction with him. Besides the one time where you bumped into him as he was sleeping and all he mumbled was, “Annoying.”
You blinked, “Help Yoongi with English?”
Jungkook nodded, “Just for a while until he gets more confident in his exams!”
“I do fine in my exams,” Yoongi said.
“You got a C,” Jungkook quipped, “plus you spelt ‘Ugly’ in English as ‘Jimin’.” Yoongi chuckled, eyes everywhere but on you. You continue to stand awkwardly in front of the two. Where the hell was Joy?
“So,” he said, “Can you do it?” Jungkook asked.
His hair was neatly styled today, unlike yesterday. A sleek side part that had split his usual rugged bangs into two neat curls that revealed his forehead. His tie was a dark red with white tiny embroidered flowers. You had to admit that he looked good today.
Yoongi gazed at your pondering face, “Look, you don’t have to-“
“Okay,” you said.
Yoongi’s eyes slightly widened, “Okay?”
You met his gaze and smiled, “Yeah, why not? It’ll be fun, I guess,” you said. You waited for a response from the blonde but no emotion radiated off his body.
Jungkook released his grip from Yoongi and clapped his hands together, “Great! Thank you (Y/N)!” He grinned at you widely and then turned to Yoongi, “If your grades go up by 15% by the next exam, (Y/N) will stop tutoring you, deal?”
Yoongi stared up at Jungkook, a blank expression stamped onto his face, “Deal.” Jungkook reached out and shook Yoongi’s hand with a smile.
“No way!” Joy screamed.
You hummed, taking a spoonful of yogurt into your mouth. The sweet honey flavour made you close your eyes for a bit. After your encounter this morning, you couldn’t help but think about Yoongi and all the possible scenarios that could take place.
“Yes way,” you said. It was already the middle of the day and you felt exhausted. You sat down with Joy on a bench outside one of the school blocks. It was your favourite spot for the both of you. Fairly quiet with the sun shining brightly. You sighed, “I don’t even know how to teach him English without him chopping my head off…” you mumbled, swirling your spoon in the little tub of yogurt.
Joy huffed, “What are you on about?” she asked as she sipped on her banana milk. “Yoongi is nice!”
You raised an eyebrow at her, “What did you just say?”
She rolled her eyes, “He’s just reserved. Just because he doesn’t dick around like Namjoon and Jimin doesn’t mean he’s instantly some mafia king,” she explained.
Again, you were mesmerised by her choice of words, “Mafia king?”
“You know what I mean!” she whined, taking another sip of her milk through a straw.
Joy was your one and only best friend ever since you had transferred at school one year ago. Being the new student isn’t always easy and you were grateful that the girl with dark hair and bubbly eyes had captured you as her best friend. You loved her and her crazy vocabulary and you were inseparable since.
You scrapped the remaining yogurt at the bottom of the container, “Don’t you have a crush on Jimin?” you asked.
Joy’s eyes shifted to the trees around her, “I don’t recall ever stating my feelings towards Park Jimin.” You laughed, leaning over to flick her forehead. “Ow!” She huffed as she shoved your arm away, earning another laugh.
“Whatever,” you sighed, “It was just weird that Jungkook had asked me and not someone like Taehyung or Wendy.” You glanced down at your wristwatch. You had a few minuted left before class started again. You kicked at the green grass beneath your feet, wondering.
“Maybe he likes you, Jungkook I mean,” Joy said as she began to fold the straw into weird shapes. “Maybe your confession opened his mind up and now he has a crush on you too,” she giggled.
Joy flinched as you leaned over only for you to rest your head against her shoulder. “You know I did that as a bet Joy,” you reminded her, playing with your fingers.
She hummed, “Sure.”
You frowned, “What do you mean ‘Sure’?”
Joy lifted your head up and you whined. She smiled, “(Y/N) you’re telling me that you never had a crush on Mr. Jeon?”
You gasped, “What? No!”
She smirked, “Every time I look at you, it seems like you’re imagining what he would look like naked.”
You gagged as Joy laughed at your reaction, “Never! Plus,” you added, pointing a finger at her,” You’re the one that imagines Jimin naked every time he talks in front of the class.”
4 o’clock had hit by the time you were sitting in the library. The smell of paper had filled your lungs with a happy smile. The school library was nearly empty as students had decided to go home. But you remained at the spot Yoongi had promised to meet you at in the morning. You glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Did he forget?” you asked yourself. You both had agreed to meet fifteen minutes ago.
Another five minutes had passed by and you decided to pack up your things. Before you slipped your bag on, a familiar blonde head had rushed into the doorway. “(Y/N)?!” he yelled out. The few people in the library had turned their heads to the puffed out Yoongi. The librarian, Mrs. Kim frowned at his tone.
You raised your hand awkwardly, not wanting to attract further attention. Yoongi looked around before laying eyes on you beside the window. A small smile erupted from his face as he made his way towards you. “Sorry I’m late,” he said as he planted himself in the chair across from you, “I had to make a call.”
You nodded, sitting back down into your chair.
Yoongi noticed your bag on your back, “Were you going to leave?” he asked in a weird tone. You couldn’t read his face whenever he did that.
You shook your head as he raised a brow, “I thought you weren’t coming so I was going to go eat,” you explained before taking off your bag.You noticed his lack of reply so you smiled at him, “It’s okay though! You’re here now.”
As you dug into your bag for your English book, Yoongi watched you silently. A blank expression still on his unreadable face. Your hair was messily tied in a ponytail and your cheeks were flushed with a pink hue.
“Yeah, I’m here now…” he mumbled to himself.
“So what is an adjective?” you asked.
“A word that describes a noun.” Yoongi replied.
“An example?” you asked.
“A pretty flower,” he said.
You smiled, “Good!”
You had been teaching Yoongi for almost an hour in the library. Everyone had gone home including Mrs. Kim. The sky was fading into a swirl of orange and blue as the light had dimmed inside the building. After a few more paragraphs of reading and writing, you leaned back into your chair and stretched your arms, reaching towards the ceiling.
You sighed as you craned your neck to look outside, “It’s getting dark, we should call it a day.”
You looked at Yoongi with a satisfied smile, “Good work,” you commented.
Yoongi paused before closing his books, “Thanks.”
The school felt a bit different when it was the late afternoon. No one was screaming or laughing. There were no teachers scolding Namjoon and Jimin. Joy had to leave after school in order to make it in time for her shift at the local café. The world seemed to be a bit quiet with just you and Yoongi walking out of the school gates. You noticed Yoongi had one ear bud in the whole time you were studying up until now. “What do you listen to all the time?” you asked.
Yoongi who was in a daze had turned his attention towards you, “Music,” he said.
You chuckled, “Must be nice music.”
You came to halt at the front of the gates and Yoongi gave you a look. “I’m taking the train so I’m going down this way,” you explained as you pointed to the other street. Yoongi nodded but didn’t say a word. You gave him a small smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, same place and time?”
He nodded again.You waved before turning away from the quiet blonde and began walking down the street.
“Good job today (Y/N).”
You stopped in your tracks and gazed over your shoulder. Jungkook walked up to you with a smile on his face, “I finished marking papers the same time as I saw you awkwardly waving Min Yoongi goodbye.” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes and continued walking, Jungkook by your side.
You scoffed, “It was not awkward.”
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, “It kind of looked like a puppy learning how to shake its owner’s hand for the first time?”
A laugh escaped your lips and Jungkook smiled down at you. The streets were quiet as you both continued walking down the empty street. You tried not to be too obvious of the glances you were giving him. Jungkook’s sleeves were rolled messily up his arms and his tie seemed to be loosened around the collar. His hair was no longer sleekly parted but ruffled and dishevelled.
“Don’t you drive, Mr. Jeon?” you asked curiously, not making eye contact with him. The gentle afternoon breeze hit the both of you, your hair sweeping against your neck.
“I like to take the train most days,” he said, “Only the late afternoon trains though, so I can avoid girls like you.”
Your eyes narrowed, “Girls like me?”
He nodded, drumming his fingers against the strap of his shoulder bag. It was ridiculous how young Jungkook looked. He looked more like a student than anything else if it weren’t for his tie and fancy dress shoes. You wondered what Jungkook looked like as a high schooler. Probably a coconut with glasses.
“Girls who confess to me and then follow me wherever I go,” he explained.
Running a hand through your flowing hair you sighed, “Mr. Jeon that was a bet, I hope you realise that I don’t actually want to follow you wherever you go.”
Jungkook stopped on the sidewalk, making you look back with a curious glance.
“A bet?” he asked.
You nodded as he continued to walk by your side, “Joy said she would give me $10 if I confessed to you without throwing up.”
The young teacher laughed, one hand on his stomach as he leaned forward. “How desperate were you?”
You laughed, joining him in a small fit. “Hey! $10 is a lot for a teenager!”
Jungkook continued to laugh as he held two hands up in defence, “Okay! Okay!”
A few minutes of silence had passed before he asked you, “Why would you throw up?”
You looked up at him, “Why would I like my teacher?”
Jungkook chuckled as he looked up at the fading sky, “You’re right.”
By the time you reached the station, Jungkook and you had your fair share of laughs. You both stood on the platform, waiting. As the train pulled up along the platform, Jungkook glanced at his phone before gasping, “Crap! I’m supposed to be on the other platform!”
You laughed at his face as he looked up at the little display that had all of the train routes and times, “Mr. Jeon are you serious?”
He nodded as the train doors opened and people stepped out. A man walked out onto the platform. Not paying attention to you, he bumped into your small frame. Stumbling back, Jungkook gripped onto your arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked as you stared up at him. His face was too close to yours, a smug grin on his face. Embarrassed, you shook him off and regained your posture. You sputtered, “Yeah thanks.” Stepping into the train carriage, you turned to face Jungkook. He smiled, one hand waving gently. A mischievous gleam was his eyes as the corners of his lips were curled upwards. You raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook remained on the platform, standing in front of you.
“A part of me hoped it wasn’t.” he said, slipping his hand back into his pockets.
You tilted your head to the side, “Huh?”
As the train doors began to close in, Jungkook’s smile grew. Your chest felt weird. You didn’t notice your hands balled up into clammy fists against your skirt. You also didn’t notice the breath you’re holding. All you could see was Jeon Jungkook, your teacher, smile up at you with eyes you couldn’t look away from.
“A part of me would like to hope that it wasn’t a bet, (Y/N).” he said with a smile as the train door fully closed. You watched, stunned as his figure began to disappear.