As requested by Nothinglessthantrash

Seonghwa was pure eye candy to everyone who knew him in college.

Even students who didn't know him would turn to observe his stunning looks.

His gait was elegant, body slim, and face ever so handsome.

Just about everyone was whipped for him. Teachers included.

All seemingly except for one person.

"Good morning," Seonghwa said as he walked in, carrying his white bag over his shoulder.

"Good morning, Seonghwa," his professor, Hongjoong, greeted. He didn't even spare a glance at him.

"Seonghwa."

"Hey, Seonghwa!"

"Baby, come sit over here."

"Let him sit on me for once."

Seonghwa coyly hugged his chest and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not sitting on anyone's lap today." He set his bag down. "That was just once."

A few boys hooted and teased the one guy who called for him.

Seonghwa sat down in a seat not too far away but near the back. He was aware of his effect on everyone, but rarely would he ever initiate something with them. A little rest on a lap, a peck. Not many hookups or partners.

He's had his fair share of heartbreaks.

"Quiet down," Hongjoong called. "If you're going to do this, take it outside."

The guys mumbled under their breaths, falling silent as Hongjoong began class.

The chemistry lecture went on forever. Seonghwa couldn't process most of what Hongjoong said. Project, project, homework, partners.

Until the bell outside rang.

"That's all for today. Please look online for your assignment, and I'll see you soon."

Seonghwa stood and gathered his things. No doubt one of the guys was going to walk with him.

"Seonghwa, please stay."

Seonghwa froze. What now?

"Guys," Hongjoong nodded his head towards the door. Seonghwa's entourage hesitantly walked out, commenting to see him around later.

Seonghwa silently stepped towards his professor, eyes on the ground.

"I'm concerned about you."

"Huh?"

Hongjoong turned and held out some printed papers. "These grades. Your performance is slowly going down, Seonghwa. What's going on?"

"..."

"Seonghwa?"

"I... I don't know."

Hongjoong sighed. "How can I help you? I want to help you." He leaned against his desk, eyes with worry.

"It's not... I don't know how to put it."

"Are you distracted? By those guys in the back?"

Seonghwa shrugged. "It's part of it."

Hongjoong's mouth twisted in thought. "Your mother called me earlier. She's worried about your study habits. You fall asleep often at home, and when you go out with friends, you don't get much done."

"..."

Hongjoong craned his neck to catch Seonghwa's low eyes. "Am I right?"

"Yeah."

"She suggested a private tutoring session. At least weekly until you can get yourself into better habits. How does that sound?"

Seonghwa thought for a moment. It sounded good. He was nervous to reach out for help but now that it was offered to him...

"That would be helpful, Hongjoong. Thank you."

"Of course, Seonghwa. My pleasure. Did you want to start tomorrow?"

"Mhm," Seonghwa exhaled in relief.

"Good. What's your number? So I can send you the address, and you can text me anytime with any questions."

Seonghwa froze, feeling his cheeks warm. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this, but did he just ask him for his number? And what address?

Calm down. It doesn't mean he likes you.

Hongjoong patiently waited.

"O-Oh. Yeah. And... address?" Seonghwa took Hongjoong's slim phone and typed his number in.

"Yes," Hongjoong chuckled. "They don't let teachers stay in the chemistry rooms too late. Not after what happened with Professor Song and Dr. Jeong."

"Ah. Yeah, that." Seonghwa nervously handed him his phone.

Suddenly Hongjoong laughed, eyes reading the screen.

"What?"

"Do you always add the heart at the end?"

Seonghwa glowed red. Hongjoong showed him the contact he had just saved himself. Seonghwa❤️.

"Shit. Sorry... I tend to save it like that for my friends. I can change it-"

Hongjoong smiled. "Don't worry about it. That's a sweet touch from you. I should let you leave. See you tomorrow."

"See you..." Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair and left the classroom. He had to tell someone about this.

"He's so sleeping with you."

"Jongho, stop saying that!"

"Mom just set you up with an attractive man. Look at him... Damn."

Seonghwa snatched his younger brother's phone away from him. "Stop..."

"Look!" Jongho pressed. Seonghwa hesitantly did.

Jongho had found Hongjoong's private Instagram account. Only it was public for anyone to see.

It was no doubt him. But by the look of it, Seonghwa almost didn't recognize his young professor.

He wore stylish, trending clothing and possessed a neat photo account with selfies and portraits. There was the occasional photo of some science or academic stuff, but much of it was his own life. Friends, family, and even a cute Maltese he adopted.

"Are you sure he's a professor?" Jongho joked, snatching his phone back.

"Our school prides itself on smart, young teachers, I guess." Seonghwa threw on his jacket.

"...I see..." Jongho trailed off, now looking through the account of a certain Professor Song. "How do I get in?"

Seonghwa chuckled, rolling his eyes. He was just finishing tying up his shoes when a text came in.

'See you soon!'

Jongho also peered at it. "Hyung! Did you get all clean for him?"

"Clean?" Seonghwa blushed.

"Yeah! You know..."

Seonghwa smacked Jongho's head, flustered. "I'm leaving."

"I'll distract mom so that you can stay out! Use protection!"

Seonghwa made it to Hongjoong's home just a minute before their session began. He stared at it in awe. It had a modern style, with beautiful potted plants decorated by hand-painted artwork. Beside the door was a tray of fabric paint and a black tee drying on the side.

As soon as Seonghwa knocked, a voice yelled they were coming. Just seconds later and there stood Hongjoong, holding a small, white, energetic puppy in his arms.

"Hey, Seonghwa. Meet Aurora. Aurora, this is Seonghwa. Come in."

Seonghwa cooed at the dog but focused more on Hongjoong's current attire. He wasn't wearing what Seonghwa and every college student usually saw: the matching solid-colored suit with a tie. He wore jeans and a white graphic tee, his clear glasses over his eyes. His black hair fell over the frame, and a few of his many piercings were on display.

No stranger would believe he was a chemistry professor.

"Okay." Hongjoong set Aurora down and gestured at the kitchen table where sheets of paper and his laptop lay. "Have a seat."

Seonghwa watched the small dog sniff his feet and then go to her pink bed in the living room.

"I thought we should do the homework that's coming up, and then we'll fix a few of the old assignments. Yeah?"

"Yeah." Seonghwa gulped as he brought out his laptop. Hongjoong was across him, already typing away.

So he started working, with the occasional comment from Hongjoong. The professor also played some soft jazz in the background.

As time passed, Seonghwa found it harder to concentrate. It was a mix of the lack of motivation and attraction he felt towards Hongjoong.

He sighed and let his shoulders fall, catching the attention of Hongjoong.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not... feeling this right now. Sorry." Seonghwa shook his head in defeat.

"Why? What's on your mind?"

"..."

"Seonghwa, you can trust me," Hongjoong said. His student slowly lifted his gaze.

"There's a lot of stress, Hongjoong. Socially, for me. People want to hang out, drink, and not care about school... It's scary when you feel everyone's attention on you. I used to embrace it, but..."

"I'm sorry, Seonghwa. I am." Hongjoong stood and embraced his student the moment he saw tears.

"And I let it affect my schoolwork," Seonghwa added. "I'm sorry. Sorry..."

Hongjoong stroked Seonghwa's hair, finding their position intimate but trying to find a way to justify this. He was crying, after all. Regardless if he was a student or not, he deserved comfort.

"Don't apologize, darling. I understand."

"Please help me, Hongjoong. Please..."

"I will."

Just an hour later and Seonghwa finished more than what he planned he could do in the time allotted. The help came from Hongjoong, though, and he was insanely grateful for him.

"I'm proud of you, Seonghwa. You've been working well."

Feeling calm and even confident, Seonghwa was comfortable casually talking to Hongjoong.

"Thanks. I really couldn't have done it without you. Can you help me with this question?"

Hongjoong smiled softly, stopping at Seonghwa's side.

"You know, whenever I see Aurora being such a good girl, I give her a reward," he commented while scanning over the screen.

Seonghwa pinched himself internally to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Oh? Are you implying I should get a reward?"

"Hm?" Hongjoong turned to his student with a grin. "Well, you're not a dog, Seonghwa... you're... a..."

Seonghwa held Hongjoong's silent gaze. They were much closer than ever. Or maybe this was the moment they finally realized it.

"A what, professor?" Seonghwa whispered. His heart raced when his hand inattentively placed itself over Hongjoong's.

In just seconds, they kissed. Hongjoong's pink lips collided with Seonghwa's as their eyes fluttered closed. Hongjoong's gentle hand reached to hold Seonghwa's jaw still. His fingers ran over the male's smooth skin with care.

But just as Hongjoong thought of slipping in his tongue, Seonghwa stopped. "S-Shit... I'm sorry. That's inappropriate of me. I should go."

"Seonghwa," Hongjoong said and squeezed the younger's shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with a kiss."

"But you're my professor, and I'm your student... Although I want to, I don't want you to view me as-"

"You're at my house, not at school. And we're adults. Remember that." Hongjoong let go. "But I'm sorry for kissing you too. I understand if you want to leave."

Seonghwa watched him awkwardly move back into his seat. He felt something climbing up his throat, words begging to be blurted out. It was something Seonghwa wanted to say, to feel. He just had to build up the courage.

"Can you... kiss me again?"

Hongjoong looked at him with wide eyes before he snapped out of shock and nodded. He approached Seonghwa and felt for his cheek with delicacy again. And Seonghwa practically melted on the spot.

They kissed with more urgency, now comfortable with each other. Hongjoong's hands caressed Seonghwa's torso and made their way to feel his waist. It felt so perfect in his hold.

Seonghwa locked his arms behind Hongjoong's neck. He wanted to keep the man with him and didn't want to let go. He tried to keep his lips on him — tongue included, invading his lower lip.

"Let me know if you want to stop, darling," Hongjoong whispered against Seonghwa's lips, brown eyes warmly gazing into his.

"I don't know if I want to go too far..."

"So we won't." Hongjoong stroked Seonghwa's hair. "That's fine too."

Seonghwa backed himself up until he hit the dining table, where he squealed as Hongjoong lifted him to sit on it. The professor's risqué hands trailed to fall into Seonghwa's inner thighs. He spread them to press closer to the younger.

"U-Uh..." Seonghwa groaned as Hongjoong traced little kisses from the corner of his mouth down to his jawline. Then his neck.

"So pretty," Hongjoong whispered. "Pretty boy."

Seonghwa blushed the second Hongjoong's hands shifted upward, dangerously approaching his crotch. He instantly felt himself in a desperate need for attention down there.

"Hong... Joong..." Seonghwa took his hand and placed it over his erection. He desired for the man to tease him, palm him — anything.

"What? Is it sensitive here? You want me to touch here?" Hongjoong purposely pressed his hand down to make Seonghwa whine.

"F-Feels so good..."

"Can I take this off, my darling?" Hongjoong asked. His fingers played with the bottom of Seonghwa's shirt, occasionally disappearing underneath to draw circles on his skin.

"Please."

Hongjoong slipped Seonghwa's shirt over his head and almost drooled at what he saw. Seonghwa's beautifully toned body.

But Seonghwa, feeling the intense peer of Hongjoong's eyes, tried to cover himself.

"Hey... You're beautiful. And I'm just admiring beauty."

Seonghwa's cheeks heated to a shade of pink. As Hongjoong's hands gripped his ribs to feel every inch of his skin, they made their way towards his nipples.

Shit. Seonghwa was sensitive there.

"A-Ah~" Seonghwa clenched his fists and shut his eyes. Hongjoong noticed this and kissed his neck, allowing his tongue to rest in the area, wanting to form a hickey to remember this spot.

Yet, at the same time, he didn't wish to mark the boy too much. Seonghwa couldn't possibly take any further teasing from his classmates. So he kept it soft and merely showered his neck with wet kisses.

Seonghwa placed his hand over Hongjoong's, which rested on his pec. He couldn't help but squeeze as the older messed with the soft tissue. But he knew he wanted more. More touches on his fragile body.

"J-Joong..."

A few more messy kisses. "What, darling?"

"T-Take..."

Hongjoong smirked, the other hand messing with Seonghwa's erection. "Take what?"

"Take your... s-shirt off too..." Seonghwa choked out. "Wanna... see..."

"Wanna see what, Seonghwa? Should you be saying that to your teacher?"

Seonghwa whined. Fuck. This was all wrong. If anyone found out about it, he'd be in so much shit.

Yet Seonghwa found himself desiring Hongjoong even more.

"Hey," Hongjoong called while lifting his chin tenderly.

Seonghwa suddenly bit his tongue prior to running it over his swollen bottom lip. The action had Hongjoong's dick twitch.

"Do you always bring students to your home, professor?" Seonghwa played along. He cast his hands under Hongjoong's shirt and touched his forming abs — all while feeling the older's lustful and penetrating eyes on him.

"Mhm, I specifically pick out all the pretty and popular ones failing my class." Hongjoong pressed his forehead against Seonghwa's. "Are you desperate to see underneath, sweetheart?"

"Very..."

"How much."

"Hongjoong!"

"Maybe next time," Hongjoong said with a grin. He lifted his hands from anywhere where he touched Seonghwa. "We have studying to do."

Seonghwa groaned. "I hate you."

"Mm, that sounds hot coming from you," he taunted. Hongjoong skimmed an index finger over Seonghwa's jaw.

Seonghwa attempted to frown and display an upset face, but it only looked like a pout through Hongjoong's eyes. An extremely adorable one.

"You finish a few more assignments, and I might help you with your problem down there. And take my shirt off."

Seonghwa bit his inner cheek. He rolled his eyes and gave up when he slumped into his seat.

And now, Seonghwa realized, he would have to try harder in school to get a piece of his teacher.