Mr. Nikiforov
chapter four // french class
  
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"What the hell were you even thinking?!" I cried over the music, resting my head in my hands as I sighed dramatically. Jumin looked at me with that void expression of his, no reaction to my question appearing anywhere on his face.

"I just told you, you've told me before--"

"But I didn't actually mean it..." I cut him off from his speech that he has been repeating for the last thirty minutes. Jumin has been a long-time customer, per say, and a good friend dispite our many differences. I first met him here when I started to work as a bartender in the Legions Club and it was when I first began to appear on stage that Jumin called me out on my age. We had talked a bit before that and I had mentioned I was a minor, but he didn't question it and respected my decisions, even when he saw me strip on stage for money--unlike someone else.

It's a common thing for Jumin and I to hang out before or after my shifts, much like what we are doing now. And it seems like one night, after a few too many drinks, I admitted to Jumin that I have always had a thing for certain kinks--illegal relationships seemingly being one.

Sober me didn't even know that was a thing I liked!

Jumin sipped on his drink and gave me a side glance, the corner of his lips curving upwards in the slightest. "How is it going for you both then? I'm assuming you haven't gone pretty far."

"Of course we haven't." I huffed, staring down at the counter as I deflated a bit. "He told me last week that we should forget what happened and he's been ignoring me ever since."

"Sounds like Victor."

"Why are you even asking me this? Hasn't he told you anything?" I brought up, turning in my stool to fully face Jumin's lean body, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"As far as my brother knows, I'm not aware that you're a student, much less at the college he's teaching in. So I understand why he's been trying to keep that part of his day a secret from me." My eyes narrowed as a bubble began to grow inside of me, my ears heating up and my temper began to boil.

"You didn't even tell him either?" Jumin shook his head.

"Victor moved here from Russia looking for a new and exciting life. He deserves it and I gave him one." The bubbly sensation inside me grew futher and I felt suffocated, my fists clenched and my body stiffening.

"But you did something he didn't want and now my professor hates me because of it." Jumin's eyes flicked over to mine and he frowned, showing some clear emotion for once.

"I never said he didn't want it." My eyes widened, the bubble growing inside my chest stopping adruptly.

"What?"

"He wouldn't stop talking about you that whole night. Whatever it is you did to him, you had him wrapped around your finger. I'm certain you still do." Jumin threw his head back, finishing the last of his drink, letting his words turn in my head. He sighed as he placed the glass down, "Everyone has lewd desires, some can just hide it better than others. Refusing is part of the game. If you really want something with my brother, don't give up so easily."

Jumin pulled out his wallet and took out a large bill, placing it on the counter before standing up from his stool. It was about time he left but I reached out for his suit, stopping him from leaving. There was something I had been wondering about.

"How come you and Mr--um...Victor, don't share the same last name?"

I would have probably suspected something if I saw a Mr. Han in my schedule, since it's such a unique last name here, but since they have different last names, there's no way I could have seen it coming. Maybe I could've prevented all this.

"Our father wanted it that way and Victor did too." Jumin replied simply.

My grip on Jumin's suit loosened. He took a step then stopped, turning back around to face me with a hint of anger in his eyes, his tone threatening. "If you decide to pursuit my brother, make sure it's only a one night stand situation and I'm sure you know to keep low around campus. Don't create unnecessary problems."

I went home that night with a lot on my mind. I kept replaying Jumin's conversation in my head, questioning most of it.

What did he mean by Victor and their dad wanting it that way?

What did he mean by refusing being part of the game?

Why is Jumin encouraging me to sleep with his brother then threatens I don't make it a big deal?

And why am I over thinking all this?!

I had already told Victor I wouldn't give up easily, but I'm practically non-existing to him, so I had moved on from the idea. But here I am, actually considering to sleep with my professor.

Ths morning Victor wasnt even on my mind--it's all to much.

I turned off my bedroom light and got in bed after getting undressed. I nuzzled into my blankets and tossed for a bit, telling myself that I will deal with this in the morning.

Once I succeeded in finding a nice position, I sighed and forced myself to sleep, knowing there was school tomorrow morning.

Ever since I first saw those eyes

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Monday morning...monday...mon...day...

Ugh.

I sleepily dragged my feet against the concrete as I walked towards my second class of the day a.k.a. the class I was least looking forward to: French.

For a couple of seconds I considered ditching class; simply turning around and walking back to the library where I could take a seat in one of the tables in the back, grab a good ol' book and have a hard napping session. But when I turned around to do just that, Seven grabbed a hold of my hoodie and dragged me behind him.

"No you don't." He tutted, laughing to himself as I groaned.

"Please," I begged, "I can't stand french!"

"taeallam lughatan 'ukhraa laysat saebatan jiddaan 'iidha hawalat!" (Learning another language isn't so hard if you try!)

I blinked slowly, my lips pursing into a straight line as I stared at a nearby bush in confusion. "What did you just say?"

"Just try your best!" Seven beamed, pulling me in front of him where he placed his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. "I mean, look at Eren! He has Humanity's Meanest Teacher and he's holding on well!"

Our eyes skipped over to Eren where he stood there nervously listening to our conversation. He brought up a hand to scratch the side of his face, his colored eyes looking away awkwardly. "Uh, actually... I already have detention this whole week for falling asleep in his class on the precious lesson."

I stared at Seven with an unimpressed look.

"That's expexted from Ackerman, but Mr. Nikiforov is different! He's pretty sweet. And apparently Jumin's brother--I'm sure if we tell him that we know Jumin he'll help us out with our gr--"

"NO!" I cut Seven off adruptly.

Seven's eyes widened and I covered my mouth, my cheeks heating up. "Uh--What I meant to say is, I don't want the teachers to help my grades because I have connections."

That was a total lie. Something like that happening would be a blessing. But if Victor finds out that Seven knows about Jumin and him being related, he'll suspect I told him about the strip dance as well. Even though it most probably wouldn't come as a surprise to Seven if he knew.

The bell rang through out campus and the three of us froze in panic, realizing there were no students around us any longer. In sync, we all cursed before running the rest of the way to class.

Eren was the first to get to his class, seeing as his classroom was by the entrance. Seven and I both yelled 'good luck' without stopping and rushing to our own class, praying we would make it before our teacher got there.

Seven walked in first, the stupid door creaking loudly, making our tardiness obvious. The whole classroom snapped their heads in our direction, making us feel like insects under a microscope with all their eyes examining us. But we ignored them and walked inside, focusing in the front of the classroom where unfortunately Mr. Nikiforov was already standing, his hand up letting us know he was already beginning his lesson.

"Uh, je suis désolé." Seven mumbled, rushing up to his desk in the back of the classroom. My eyes met Victor's for a moment and I felt my cheeks flush slightly. Some sort of emotion flashed in his eyes but before I could pin point what it was, he looked away and in a bland voice, muttered a "Just take a seat".

"Oui." I whispered, partly feeling stupid for how bad I must sound speaking French but mostly because I don't even have the balls to look at him in the eye without getting all shy.

"Let continue our lesson then.." As soon as Victor started to speak, I tuned it all out. It didn't matter how much I tried to pay attention and listen to his lessons, I could just never focus. Maybe it had to do with how we first met--or maybe I am simply too much of an idiot to learn french.

Either way, his lesson made no difference for me.

I leaned my head against my hand and stared at the front of the classroom with bored eyes. Every time I blinked, it was harder and harder to open my eyes again. I struggled for a few minutes trying to keep myself awake, until I eventually couldn't open my eyes again and I fell into a deep sleep.

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When I opened my eyes again, I was mainly confused with my surroundings. I saw empty desks instead of the usual furniture of my room. The comfort of my bed was gone and instead I was laying on a hard, flat surface.

I blinked a couple of times and sat up from a desk, my mind still hazy from just waking up. In the middle of my yawn, I realized something.

I was in school. Not just that, I was in French class and there was no one here!

But the most shocking truth was the moment I spun in my chair and looked out the window behind me to see the sun was already down.

They wouldn't leave me here on purpose!

An image of Victor angrily stuffing his paperwork into his folder came into my mind, ordering Seven to leave me alone and walk out of the room without waking me up.

Then again, it doesn't seem all that impossible.

Jumping into action, I reached for my backpack and hurriedly walked down to the front of the dark, empty classroom. Just as I was about to leave the room, I caught a glimpse of light from my peripheral vision.

I turned to my left and saw the small room to the side which are mostly used as offices for the professors, the light turned on and the door opened just enough to let a string of light shine out.

Thinking it must be empty, I placed my hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. But I was stopped once again by a soft voice coming from the office.

"W-what if someone finds out?"

After that, I could only hear another voice reply, but it was too low to make out what it was saying. I bit down on my bottom lip and looked back and forth between the door and the office. Any smart and respectable person would leave, obviously, but I chose to let my cursiousity take the better of me and stay.

Quietly, I tiptoed my way to the office a few feet away. I pressed my back against the wall and stopped just outside the door, pressing my ear softly towards it to hear better.

"...to me. Don't worry about it."

Was that Mr. Nikiforov's voice?

My curiosity peaked and I couldn't help myself from leaning over and taking a look inside. The second I did, my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open, something deep inside me churning.

I saw Mr. Nikiforov behind his desk, his shirt unbuttoned and tie hanging loosely around his neck and shoulders. His hair was pushed back a bit in a messy way and his face and ears were flushed as his eyes fluttered shut. In front of him, bent over his mohagony desk, was someone, from the looks of it, it was a man. I couldn't see correctly who it was since they had their head pressed down, hiding their identity.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening.

I really wish I had left then before I found out who it was. But I didn't move quick enough.

Mr. Nikiforov's hips moved in sharper movements and his hand came down to pull at the man's hair, pulling his head up from the desk as if presenting their face to me. I had never been so shocked in my life.

There I was, moaning and panting as Mr. Nikiforov pounded into me, embarassing words leaving my lips as I begged for more.

That couldn't possibly be me! ....could it?

My eyes snapped up to Mr. Nikiforov and I jumped back when I met his eyes. I half expected him to snap at me and get angry that I was spying, but it was the complete opposite. Instead, his face flushed deeper and his movements sped up, as if confirming I was watching was a turn on for him. The me bent over his creaking desk moaned carelessly in pleasure.

"Yuri, Yuri... Yuri!" Victor moaned, throwing his head back as the perfect moan escaped his lips, the sound echoing in my head.

"YURI!"

A loud snapping sound ringed in my ear and I adruptly sat up, gasping in shock.

I was back in my desk, but this time the lights were on and the whole class was present. And in front of me, was Victor, a deep frown etched on his face dissaprovingly.

"Meet me after class." He ordered dryly and turned on his heel, walking back to his place in front of the classroom.

As fast as I could, I recollected everything around me and I sighed, realizing what was happening.

I turned in my seat and frowned at Seven who was still looking at me.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I mouthed.

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A/N: that was a dream Yuri was having, in case I didn't make it too clear xD

Thank you so much for all the reads, comments and votes!! There are many more Characters coming up soon--some being at the host club scene ;)

I plan to take Victor's and Yuri's relationship slow--which is what makes it realistic, unlike other stories where they start fcking right away, like sure thing that's gonna happen bud. So I'm sorry if you want to see some action already--it's going to take a bit more :) I also plan to add jealousy into the mix because jelous Victor and Yuri are my religion👌

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