Jimin went to school the next day early as usual. He grabbed a cup of coffee from the school's cafeteria and sat at an empty table, waiting for Hoseok.

It didn't take long to see him trudge towards his table with a cup of coffee already in his hands. "Good morning, Hoseok hyung!"

Hoseok winced at his cheery tone as he took his seat, having trouble keeping his eyes open since it was so early in the morning. "Good morning."

"How was Mr. Kim's date?"

"He didn't go."

"What? Why?"

"Somehow he ended up at Jeongguk's house."

"What!?" Jimin shrieked, his eyes double their size.

"Can you not scream next to my ear, you brat?" Hoseok hissed in annoyance.

"Hehe, sorry. But what the hell, why was Mr. Kim at Kook's house?"

"He didn't tell me. I called him to ask if he's ready for his date and he had forgotten about it completely. I told him to leave immediately and go to his date and he said fine, but when I called him again at night, he said he didn't go eventually."

Jimin hummed while nodding as a thought popped up into his mind. He warily glanced around, checking if anyone was close enough to hear him, but the few students who were there were five tables away.

"You're being weird." Hoseok's brows clumped in a frown as he contemplated his behavior.

"Okay, I'm gonna ask you something, and whatever you tell me, I won't tell anyone, not even Jeongguk." Jimin leaned against the table, and the other nodded. "Does Mr. Kim like Jeonggukie?"

"Jimin..." He heaved a sigh with a mild eye roll. "It's nice gossiping with you, but I can't talk about my close friend with you."

"You told me about his date, though. Why not tell me this too? I won't tell. I swear."

Hoseok hesitated but edged closer, propping his elbow against the table. "He says he doesn't like him."

"But you don't believe him, right?"

"It's not my place to believe anything."

He definitely knows something, Jimin thought as he eyed him suspiciously. Let's spice it up. "I'll tell you something, but you can't tell Mr. Kim."

A thoughtful frown settled on Hoseok's features, but he nodded a few moments later.

"I heard you guys talking yesterday. I know that Mr. Kim got a boner because of Kook."

Hoseok's eyes widened, and he shushed him in a hurry as he frantically glanced around, afraid that someone had heard him. "Why are you eavesdropping on others?"

"It was an accident, okay? The important thing is that I know and of course, Jeongguk too. Actually, all of us know."

"You told fucking everyone!?"

"Yes, because now Jeongguk can test to see if Mr. Kim likes him or not."

"Yeah, like giving him a boner the first time wasn't a clear answer!"

"So he likes him?" Jimin asked with hopeful eyes.

And the other could only sigh as he leaned even closer, making sure no one would hear him. "Would you get a boner from someone you don't like?"

"You have a point," Jimin whispered, giggling.

"But Jimin... don't put ideas in Kook's head. Taehyung is his teacher. Nothing can happen between them even if they like each other and you know it."

"You're right. But it doesn't hurt having some fun with him, now does it?" A mischievous smile tugged at his lips.

"And what exactly does that mean?"

"Just tell Mr. Kim to attend little minx witch's class." Jimin burst out of his seat and skipped towards his class to see if Jeongguk was there already.

  
"Good morning, guys," Jimin greeted with his perky voice and a beam as he plumped down next to Jeongguk. He scanned his outfit and his smile enlarged more if that was possible. "I'm so excited you're gonna test this!" He clapped his hands in tiny out of sheer thrill.

"Jimin, I don't need you making me more nervous than I am," Jeongguk muttered, already feeling his heart thump just by the thought of going through with the plan. But it was too late to back down now. "Did you ask Hoseok to tell Mr. Kim to come?"

"I always got your back, Kook."

"What are you two planning?" Yoongi asked as he shot them a suspicious look.

"Nothing!" Jimin chuckled and then inched closer to Jeongguk. "Don't be nervous and don't be awkward. Have confidence and you'll have him wrapped around your finger," he whispered and offered him an encouraging smile before he returned to his seat next to Yoongi.

Jeongguk had gone to school twenty minutes earlier than his first class. It was the first time for him to go this early to school. He was a nervous wreck at the thought of meeting the teacher. He wanted to test it out so badly, especially after Taehyung told him he didn't like him like that.

"Good morning," Mrs. Han said with her chirpy voice as she headed to her desk.

Jeongguk checked the time, only to see that the class was about to start in two minutes. He sank into his seat, feeling a small surge of defeat course through him since Mr. Kim wasn't there yet.

Even after the class started, Taehyung didn't appear, and he could only cross his arms and sulk hard.

But five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?"

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, I wanted—"

"Mr. Kim, I was wondering if you'll be attending today! I'm so glad you're here," Mrs. Han chirped. "Please, have a seat."

Taehyung smiled a little uneasily and then walked towards the only empty seat in this classroom, next to a stunning, cute boy, as he often found himself addressing him in his head.

Jeongguk had sat straighter the moment Taehyung entered the classroom. And now he was gazing at him with a content smile as he sat next to him. "Good morning, Mr. Kim."

"Good morning—" Words stuck in his throat the moment his eyes fell on the exposed neck, collarbones, and chest of the boy. He gulped, feeling his breath come faster, and averted his gaze in haste. "—Jeongguk," he finished his sentence in stark discomfort as he shifted in his seat.

The younger got a grip on the situation rather fast. Taehyung tensed up as soon as he laid his eyes on him, and that definitely meant something. With boosted confidence by his reaction, he closed the gap between them a bit and ventured to place his hand on his forearm. "Are you okay?"

Taehyung  fidgeted in his seat once more and retracted his hand from the desk, letting it fall onto his lap. "Of course." He gave him a forced smile and turned his attention to the class.

Or so he tried.

Because the younger shifted his chair a few inches closer, and the next thing Taehyung knew, their knees were touching lightly. He swallowed past his dry throat and stayed stock still, unable to move.

Jeongguk was drawing as usual but wasn't really paying attention since his mind was on the outright tensed up Mr. Daddy material next to him. Although he couldn't see if he had a boner or not because of his sweater, he felt victorious with how uncomfortable he was with the simple touch of their knees.

"Oh, now that I remembered," Jeongguk drew closer and whispered. Now or never Jeongguk. He took a pull of fortifying air, ready to play his last card. He set his hand on the other's thigh, fingers slightly squeezing around the thick muscle. "I brought your clothes."

Taehyung's eyes swelled in shock, and he fumbled to get a hold of his hand. He didn't push it away — he just grabbed it firmly, afraid of what Jeongguk could do next. "Thank you, but why are you touching me?" he asked, aggression coating his quiet voice.

"What's so wrong with a little physical contact?" He exuded a casual, nonchalant aura, but his heart was doing tiny backflips in his chest, his cheeks and ears throbbing with heat. He hated it when he blushed like that, but he couldn't control it.

"Jeongguk, take your hand away."

"You're holding it."

Taehyung snapped his head down, and yes, he was still holding his hand on his thigh. He wrenched it away without delay and whispered something that sounded like a curse to the younger, but he couldn't be sure since Taehyung said it under his breath.

Jeongguk couldn't see it, but the older did have a painfully growing erection between his legs. The moment he set his eyes on his exposed collarbones, his dick twitched like saying good fucking morning. He shifted in absolute discomfort, and without thinking, he pressed down on his length with a quaky hand as he squeezed his legs together. He really needed to get rid of that aching boner.

And of course, Jeongguk noticed. Feeling wholeheartedly victorious this time, he decided to stop with the teasing and focus on his drawing. But little did he know, Taehyung was able to detect his smirk before he composed his face and redirected his attention to his drawing.

And everything clicked. He did it on purpose, didn't he? He didn't have to fucking touch me but he did. Damn, I fell right into his stupid trap. He shut his eyes in frustration. Not only he couldn't see earlier that the younger was playing him, he completely fell for it and got himself a painful boner which he really needed to take care of.

He took a piece of paper and a pen from the younger and jotted something down before passing it to him.

  
I know what you're trying to do
 

A willy smile crept across Jeongguk's lips as he answered him. He thought that there was no way he knew the reason behind his actions.

 
What am I trying to do?

  
You're trying to make me hard
 

And in a split second, Jeongguk's smile died out of his face upon seeing what he wrote. How the fuck did he figure it out? Then, Jimin's words rushed into his head. Don't be awkward, have confidence.

 
Did it work?
 

Taehyung almost choked on his spit. 

 
Why are you doing this?
 

You said you don't like me like that
 

Because I don't
 

Then why are you hard because of me?
 

Why are you hard for getting me hard?
 

Round-eyed, the younger instantly glanced down, only to see a fucking bulge in his pants. He was too caught up in the other's erection and didn't realize he had one himself. He shook his shock away as fast as he could and pondered over what he should write. He knew it was wholly wrong and not something he would normally do, but the temptation was too much, and he wanted — he craved to be a little daring.

 
Should I....?
 

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows as he read his note.
 

What?
 

I can help you
 

And again the older was baffled to the core at his words.
 

With what?
 

Jeongguk rolled his eyes skywards. As if it wasn't fully embarrassing for him to do this, Taehyung was acting (or being) completely dense.

 
I can help you take care of that⬇
 

The realization struck him like a brick — no, like a thousand, million bricks, and Taehyung was left swirling in shock. He jumped up from his seat, startling Mrs. Han and forcing her to cease her speech by her alarm.

"I'm sorry, I remembered I have something to do," Taehyung forced out with great difficulty, his jaw tightly clenched by rage? Offense? Hatred? He didn't even know at that moment. He snatched the paper from the desk, crushing it in his palm, and bolted out of the classroom, leaving a tense atmosphere behind him.

Jimin found an opportunity when Mrs. Han was looking through her notes to move next to Jeongguk. "What happened?"

"It worked, but as you saw, he got mad again."

"So what are you gonna do now?"

"Nothing, Jimin. I tested it and now it's over. He's my teacher, and to be honest, I feel like shit for playing with him like this."

"Park, what are you doing? Back to your seat," Mrs. Han said, interrupting the two boys.

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