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Jungkook has always looked forward to school- especially when he goes to art club after school. Being surrounded by the smell of paint and empty canvasses does wonders for him - it's calming in a way. No matter what, the results are limitless when you have a brush or a pencil in hand.But really, if you were to ask Jungkook what was the real reason as to why he loves going to school, it is the fact that the PE teacher would sometimes volunteer to model for their club. The first time they had asked him, he was so flustered that he tripped over his own feet while on the blacktop. Needless to say, he had agreed in the end and started modeling ever since.But, before his newfound love for school, as Jungkook was just a transfer student at the time - already in his third year - he had no idea of what the new sophomore PE teacher was like or what he even looked like. When conversations floated from classroom to classroom of how attractive and handsome the instructor was, Jungkook simply brushed them off.Boy, was he wrong. --- He goes to the club room as usual and situates himself at his usual spot. He’s sketching in his sketchbook with his other club members when the door slides open, and someone speaks up."Hello?" Jungkook glances up, but he has no need to. He already knows who it is. Park Jimin. PE teacher. Subject of his wet dreams. He licks his lips, suddenly aware of how dry and chapped they were.Jimin enters the room, looking sheepishly around and places himself dead center. Easels circled him, each one hiding a student behind them, and soon sounds of brushes hitting the canvasses fill the air.Jungkook has never focused on a model this much before, and he's seen many. All gorgeous of course, but none that matches Jimin.---Weeks later, the art club (or specifically Jungkook) requests for Jimin to come in again. He is to hold one-on-one private sessions for two hours and supposed to dress in whatever the students request him in.Jungkook is the first to have Jimin as his model (he basically fights to get the first spot) and has spent the majority of the day with growing impatience. He feels as if he has waited his entire life for this moment, to stand in front of the art club and greet the person inside. He opens the door and sees the teacher already there, head turned towards the window where shouts of encouragement can be heard from the ongoing soccer game. Jungkook doesn’t make himself known at first; he just wants to stare a little bit more at the teacher, who's side profile is even as magnificent as his front. There is a certain quality that draws Jungkook to the teacher. Perhaps it’s the way he holds himself. Proper, dismissive, yet contradictory. He gets attention without effort or outright demands. Park Jimin, PE teacher, stealer of hearts.Jungkook doesn’t think of himself as a great poet.He coughs once to get Jimin’s attention, who’s head snaps towards the direction of the noise. Jimin’s face lights up as he turns around completely to face Jungkook.“Hello! You’re…uh…”“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”“Right. The art club sunbae that everyone talks about.”Jungkook can’t stop the blush rising in his cheeks. “W-W-Wha-““Kidding, kidding. Not really, though. You along with…” Jimin holds up his fingers, ticking them off as he calls names out. “English teacher Namjoon, music teacher Yoongi, the school nurse Seokjin, Korean teacher Hoseok, and the class representative from 4-B, Taehyung, wasn’t it?”Jungkook just shakes his head before rushing over the awaiting stool. When he at first heard about the reputation that he held among the other attractive people at this school, he spent the entire day with a flushed face. It isn’t like he thinks that he is ugly or anything, it's more like he doesn’t like being singled out at all.But, this does mean that Jimin sort of agrees, doesn’t it?Jimin takes the lack of response as a signal to get dressed (or rather, in his case, undressed). Thinking nothing of it, Jimin unzips his sports jacket and tosses it unceremoniously to the side. Jungkook had requested ‘sporty yet relaxed’ as the theme, and what else can perfectly fit it than the tank top he has underneath?“So, how do you want me to pose?” Jungkook peers from behind the white canvass and frowns a bit as he thinks.“Can you sit on the chair and drape your arm across the back?”“Like this?” Jimin moves according to Jungkook’s instructions, shifting around a bit to find a comfortable position.“Yeah.” Jungkook catches himself staring at the way the tank-top clung to the teacher’s skin, which was still a bit damp from the afternoon run. He doesn't even want to think about the muscles underneath, because then he will have a problem in his pants. Literally. “Ok, I’m in position. Start away, Jungkook!” He flashes a smile, eyes crinkling and cheeks adorably soft.
Fuck.
Hours pass without a word said; both the artist and the subject content with their own thoughts as the session progresses. Jimin pipes up suddenly and asks about Jungkook’s dream job. “It has something to do with art, right?”Jungkook quirked an eyebrow. “Why do you assume that?”“Watching you paint... You seem really serious about it. At least, more serious than someone doing this as a hobby.”“Yeah.” A soft smile. “I want to be a tattoo artist.”Before Jimin can comment, Jungkook adds on quickly, “But, I know it’s not a realistic goal and all. I mean, really, how can I make money off of it… it’s stupid, I know.”“Don’t say that.”“What?” Surprise flickers through Jungkook’s face as he leans over. Jimin’s mouth is pulled into a frown.“When I was younger, I wanted to be a dancer. But my parents…”“The money, right?”“My parents weren’t rich. It was understandable. They wanted me to be a doctor and be comfortable instead of struggling day-by-day.”Jungkook can only nod in agreement. His parents had the same sentiments. Guess age doesn’t matter when it comes to dictating what you wanted your child to be.There’s a lull in their conversation and Jungkook goes back to painting. He dares a glance at the clock above the blackboard and sighs. Only thirty more minutes before Jungkook has to tell Jimin that he’s done for the day.“So, tattoo artist, huh?”Jungkook gives a noncommittal grunt.“Can I see your designs?” He stops painting midway, and looks at Jimin with wide-eyes.“M-My designs?” He chokes out.“Yeah! Or is that not okay with you? I mean, it’s fine if you don’t want to share them with me.” Something like disappointment flickers in Jimin’s puppy eyes. A second later, he’s immediately back to his happy disposition once again.Feeling like he has just kicked an already-injured puppy, Jungkook sits for a few more seconds and abruptly stands up, clattering the stool as it falls backwards due to the unnecessary amount of force. His ears are burning up as he stiffly walks over to Jimin and his hands are shaking as one holds the brush and the other gently picks up Jimin’s wrist.He looks into Jimin’s eyes once and then away, speaking as softly as he can so that only Jimin can hear him (which did nothing, as they were currently alone, but he was definitely too shy to speak normally).“I don’t have my sketchbook with me, but is it fine if I draw it on you instead?” He doesn’t wait for a response as he presses the blue tip of his paintbrush onto the soft, white skin.Jimin hisses at the coldness, effectively stilling Jungkook’s hand as he looked up in alarm. “Sorry, was that too much?”“No, no, continue.”And so Jungkook does. Soon, sprawling designs ranging from dragons to flowers appears on Jimin’s skin. By the time he finishes painting, Jungkook has switched multiple colors. Scarlet, gold, green, any color he can get his hands on is on Jimin’s skin.“There. Done.” Jungkook lets out a sigh, then instinctively searches for his teacher’s eyes. Only then does he freeze, his brush still in-between his fingers as he realizes how close he is to the man. Close enough to count the eyelashes that framed Jimin’s eyes. Close enough to recognize how much of a bad idea this all is.“S-Sorry…” Jungkook stutters as he makes to back up from Jimin’s personal space. The teacher only smiles and waves his hand dismissively. As he is about to rest his lifted hand on his painted-on wrist, Jungkook grabs it before any damage could be done on his finished art. Though, through his actions, he ends up ruining it himself.But that isn’t what he's thinking when he feels the mix of cold from the paint and the heat from Jimin’s body.Silence. Jimin can only look on with bewildered eyes as Jungkook begins to rub his thumb against the paint, swirling the greens and the blues, mixing them and distorting the images that he had so carefully crafted onto Jimin.“Jungkook, your art…”The student shows no sign of hearing him; he continues, dropping the brush onto the floor and using his now-free hand to gently run it down Jimin’s upper arm. Purple flowers turned into bizarre blackened lines, thanks to the black birds he had painted in the background.He hates to admit it, but Jimin has never felt so unsettled in his life. Perhaps it’s because of the fact that he is somehow enjoying this – the air thick with tension, and he is apprehensive, waiting, perhaps, for something. Turns out that he doesn’t have to wait for long.Jungkook stops staring at the swirls of paint that he has caused on Jimin’s skin and slowly lifts his gaze upwards, pausing on the pink lips that had been on his mind since day one. He steaks a glance at Jimin’s eyes and drops them back down to his lips almost instantly.He is graduating that year anyways.Before he can lose his nerve, Jungkook swoops in and captures the tantalizingly sweet lips with his own, swallowing the gasp that left Jimin’s mouth when he breaks apart for half a second. He knows that what he had done was okay because soon enough, Jimin lifts his arms and drapes them around Jungkook’s neck, bringing him closer, getting rid any space that previously existed between them.The biting cold of the paint from Jimin hits his neck, but he is much too distracted to give it much thought. Jimin has started to moan in the back of his neck once Jungkook’s tongue forced his way into his mouth.The otherwise empty room has never felt so warm.Jungkook finally drops his hands from Jimin’s arms onto his thighs instead, squeezing unconsciously with each reattachment of their lips. His half-lidded gaze takes in the beautiful mess that is Jimin.Spit covers Jimin’s full lips, making them glossier than ever before underneath the fluorescent lights. The ash-blond hair is tussled and leaves no room to the imagination as to what has occurred, and as his line of sight drifts downwards, he notices with a smirk of the obvious problem in Jimin’s pants.“Stop looking at it…” Jimin coughs, hesitantly letting go of Jungkook to cover his face in embarrassment.“Want me to take care of it?”“To have a kid…”“I’m not a kid; I’m 19 already.”“Oh.” Something switches in Jimin and a sweet smile that doesn’t quite match his words appears on his face. “Take care of it, then.”Slightly taken aback with the sudden change in tone, Jungkook blinks a few times before mirroring Jimin’s expression with his own. “Of course.”Jungkook slowly sinks to his knees, aware that Jimin is watching his every move. So he makes sure to lick his lips as he takes his paint-stained hands and uses them to push Jimin’s tank-top upwards, revealing a sliver of skin, soft on the eyes and soft to touch.There’s a rushing noise in his ears as Jimin watches Jungkook slip fingers underneath his waistband, and he can barely think anymore as his body tenses in anticipation. He watches the black polyester material go down his thighs, revealing even more unmarred skin, and he spreads his legs further for Jungkook.“Easier access.” He says with an amused glint in his eyes.“Hmm.” Jungkook lets out a chuckle.Without warning, Jungkook yanks down the rest of the pants and immediately sets to palming Jimin’s bulge, the underwear already dampening from the slightest touch. His voice drops a couple notches, challenging Jimin's stare head-on. “How long have you been waiting for this?”“Want me to be honest?”“Yes.”“Hmm.” Jimin pouts and looks skyward, genuinely thinking about it. “Ever since I found out that you were going to be first student to hold a private session with me.”“That was weeks ago.”“Exactly.” His voice hitches as Jungkook pushes his thumb across the slit. He can't help but whine a bit. “What are you waiting for?” Jungkook doesn’t answer, opting to lick at Jimin’s cock through the material, smelling in the unmistakable musk of dick.“F-Fuck…”“Did you ever imagine me doing this to you?”“No.” Jungkook lifts his head up in disbelief.“Well, I mean..." Jimin rolls his eyes in defeat. "What if I told you that I imagined your lips around my dick’s head, sucking me, deep-throating me, in the way I like it? Or that our positions were reversed, and it's you on the stool, naked, waiting for me to allow you to come all over my face?”“Wow...I…”“I’m experienced and very horny, Jungkook-ah.”“What would you do if I said that I wanted some things too?”“And what do you want?”“I had a boyfriend once.” Jimin bristles.“Yeah?”“Yeah. Every week he would go between my legs like this – “ Jungkook gestures to himself. “- then he would use his tongue like this…” He finally slips Jimin’s underwear off of him, letting them hang by his ankles, and the tip of his tongue gently goes from the base of the hardened cock to the very tip, applying varying degrees of pressure.“Y-Yes…” Jimin’s breathing gets more rapid, but Jungkook withdraws before anything else can happen. There’s a bit of precum on his lips and he makes sure that Jimin is watching as he licks it off and swallows.“And then we stopped. Our two hours are up.”“You brat.”(They did make plans to meet up and continue on a later date, but they couldn’t wait that long. Jungkook catches him in the staff parking lot and fucks him in the backseat of Jimin’s car, making sure that the car is constantly filled with moans. Neither one of them make it home without a few bruises to remind themselves of what's to come.)