"I would not use it, I swear," I whined out as Yoongi held me in place on his lap. "I just wanted to get an idea of what else I could put in my paper."

"That is such bullshit," Yoongi said, giving me a spank. I hooted and floundered, trying to get out of his grasp. "I told you not to use Wikipedia, and to do this report properly."

"I'm doing what you said!" Hollered out and fell off his lap and blinked a few times before I got up and sat in my chair. "Needed to know what else I could add-in. Already did my rough draft and everything!" He huffed and got up, going over to the door. He locked it before he came over to me.

"Get up," he demanded. I let out a shy squeak and stood up, trembling a little. Oh, God, what would he do to me? He put me against the desk suddenly, pinning me in place.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out. "I'm sorry."

"Let me see your paper," he said firmly. I scrambled to get my paper off the desk and handed it to him. He looked it over while keeping me stuck in between him and my desk.

"I-I worked really hard," I insisted. "I did." He set my paper down and kissed me without warning. The kiss was so intense I kiss back but I yelped shyly and pushed him off.

"Don't you want a reward?" he asked curiously. I blushed furiously and looked away, not answering him. "Come on, Jimin. When you do bad, you get punished. When you do good, you get rewarded.  This is a reward." I thought about it.

"I'm not revising," I stated. "I'm just turning in my rough draft." He narrowed his eyes at me before spinning me around and bending me over the desk. I let out a noise when he spanked me. Well, maybe I enjoyed the attention just a little. It was different, unexpected. And that was always pretty exciting.

"You'll revise to make sure it looks neat and polished," he said with another spank.

"No," I hissed.

"What?" he snapped.

"I said no," I repeated as I looked back at him. He spanked me harder than before. I mewled unintentionally and let out a soft noise for himself and rubbed my back.

"Are you being a brat on purpose, Jimin?" he asked suddenly. I didn't answer him, blushing furiously. Truthfully, yes, I was, but he didn't have to know that. Another spanker. 

"Answer me."

"Yes," I blurted out. He chuckled.

"If you wanted attention, then you should have asked," he admitted out loud. He pulled me away from the desk and put me across his lap again. I squirmed immediately. "Ah-ah, hold still."

"No," I whined as I squirmed more. He gave me a hard spank before he rubbed my ass soothingly. "I don't want to report at all."

"All that hard work, but you don't want to get a good grade on it?" he asked softly. "That's a shame. Spanking might not be the punishment you need." He moved me off his lap and got up, looking around before he went to my closet. I just stood there, blinking as I watched him. He went to my dresser and grabbed a ruler suddenly, hitting his hand with it a few times. My eyes went wide.

"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I asked nervously. He didn't answer me, going to his bag. He dug out a tie and came back over to me. I was in his lap again, but this time he tied my hands behind my back with the tie. I squirmed a lot more than I had before.

"Hold still," he stated. He rubbed my ass again before he gave me a spank with the brush. I cried out and whined sharply. The sting was much more noticeable than before. He spanked me again and again. My eyes filled with tears. I'd clearly pushed too far.

But... I still liked this. I just didn't admit to it.

He spanked me one more time before he shoved me off his lap. I landed on the floor, on my back, gazing up at him. He stuck his foot in my chest to hold me in place.

"You still want to be a brat?" he asked, tilting his head. "Hm?"

"I-I'll b-be good," I squeaked out. "I p-promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," he said as he helped me up.  He untied my hands and petted my hair before he kissed my cheek. "Let's get some more work done, okay? My little student."

"Okay," I said, nodding as I sat down. I winced a little from the way it stung still. He suddenly grabbed a pillow off my bed and had me stand up. I let out a soft breath as he set the pillow down. I sat on it and let out a soft noise of relief. "Th-thank you, Yoongi-ssi."

"Let's look at that rough draft so we can make it better for the ultimate piece," he encouraged. "We'll do that and get to work on your math and English next."

"Ugh," I grumbled.

"You'll be alright," he reassured, rubbing my back. "Come on, we've got work to do."

We already finished the report as he saved my work. He gave me some practice computation to solve some math problems. He also gave me the advice to do exercise computation on my own in case quizzes come for me, that easily solve any problem. While I'm doing my math practice. He read my English assignment; I want to know everything. I want his trust, but why it's because—

"Jimin-sshi." It startled me when he called me out.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't focus." I stammered to him.

"I want to ask you something." He said I glance at him, he looks sincere on his face. "How long your brother and your former boss have in a relationship?." My eyes widened at his questions. Is he talking about Jin hyung?

"They don't have a relationship. As far I know Jin hyung doesn't like my brother but he's really insisted to court him several times," I said.

"I see,"

"Yoongi hyung. Can I ask a question?" I asked in a low worry tone. He just silently nodded. I swallow my lump before I speak it out. "I just notice when my brother speaks about Jin hyung.." he looked at me, his eyes were so scary and furious. " You get angry but at the same you were sad." His eyes widened and look at it?

 I saw a shinning glittering in his eyes. "I want to know... " I swallow a lump again.

"Do you like my brother?"