The coach blew her dismissal whistle, and the team dismantled their finishing pyramid stunt. Every cheerleader was breathing heavy, covered in sweat after such an intensive practice, and they were all so relieved that it was finally over. With their first competition coming up, their coach was nearly working the cheerleaders into the ground.

They all dispersed immediately when they got the okay to go, heading straight to the locker rooms for showers.

All Jimin could think about was how badly he wanted to take the biggest nap as soon as he got home, but then, he remembered...

He has a private tutoring session scheduled with Mr. Min today. Suddenly, Jimin doesn't feel so tired anymore.

The young male quickly took a shower, wanting to make sure he smelled extra fresh for his history teacher, not like the sweaty mess he was after practice.

He shook out his now wet hair, with a towel wrapped around his thin waist, looking through his gym bag in his locker. The teenager thought for a moment. He wore his basic plain, black skinny jeans earlier today for classes, but he wanted something more eye catching for the older male.

After another moment of contemplating, the blonde male slipped on an extra pair of his cheer spandex shorts, revealing most of his thick thighs and leaving nothing for the imagination. He pulled on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of slip-on shoes before grabbing his bag and heading toward the history hallway.

Arriving right on time, Jimin walked into Mr. Min's empty classroom and plopped himself down into his usual assigned seat in class. He readily set his history textbook, a notebook, and a pencil on the tabletop and played on his phone until his teacher arrived.

Five minutes later, Mr. Min walked in with some papers in one hand and a fresh, steaming mug of coffee in the other. "Sorry, I'm late," he apologized. "I needed an extra boost." He gestured with his mug, not looking up at the younger male. He closed the door behind him for respectful privacy for his student.

Mr. Min parked himself at his desk. "Okay, Jimin. To start, I'm going to have you fill out this paper of questions. It's all stuff that we have already gone over in class so far, so it will tell me where exactly you are at."

This was Jimin's moment to shine. He stood from his desk, broadcasting the tight shorts. While approaching his teacher's desk, he perfectly swayed his hips in a mesmerizing manner. And it did the job it was intended to.

When Mr. Min finally lifted his eyes toward Jimin's direction, his jaw almost literally dropped. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but he closed it again instead. He couldn't pull his sight away from the senior cheerleader. For only a short second, he let his gaze drop down to Jimin's exposed, smooth thighs, but he lifted them back up immediately.

Get it together, Min Yoongi. This is your student for fuck's sake! He internally scolded himself.

Jimin smirked at the obvious reaction he had caused. Already, this tutoring session was going the way he had wanted. He decided to turn it up another notch.

Once he reached the desk up front, Jimin leaned over, arching his back enough to push his round ass into the air before snatching the worksheet from the flustered man's hand. "Thanks Mr. Min." He spoke lowly, and turned around, hoping that the older was staring at his ass as he walked away.

Yoongi cursed under his breath because he totally was.

After about fifteen minutes, Jimin slammed his pencil down on his desk, indicating that he was finished filling out what little he could.

Nervously, Mr. Min slid over and situated in the desk next to Jimin. "Okay, so let's see what you got." He took a moment to scan over every written answer on the page, keeping his face expressionless.

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek. He knew that his answers weren't very accurate since he had trouble actually paying attention during class. It was a little embarrassing since he didn't necessarily want to appear stupid in front of his crush, but the man was his teacher.

Finally, the history teacher set the sheet down. "You know, you're not hopeless" he stated honestly, but it didn't make Jimin feel much better. "You have the basic knowledge down, but if we have a couple of these tutoring lessons and you spend a little more extra time reading your textbook, I think you could do well in this class."

His words were reassuring for the younger, but he knew he'd have to actually start trying from here on out, but with a teacher like Mr. Min, he doesn't mind having multiple of these sessions.

"Thank you for helping me, Mr. Min" Jimin spoke with a flirty tone.

Yoongi shifted awkwardly in his seat and cleared his throat before saying, "Of course, Jimin-ssi." His face was turning a little pink.

"Learning History is like reading a story," Mr. Min started, "so let's start back at the beginning, and catch up on the important details."

Like his lectures, the young teacher read bits from the text, but also adds in adlibs of information he particularly found interesting.

Jimin found himself absolutely captivated by the man next to him as he spoke. The way he would form his lips into adorable pouts as he thought about what he was going to say next, or how he'd get super excited and animated when talking about something he found fascinating, had Jimin melting even more, if that was even possible.

There was a break of silence for a moment, when Mr. Min reached over to highlight something important for the younger to remember, and Jimin used that moment to speak up, "Yoongi, right?"

The older man paused, and looked over toward Jimin, caught off guard. He blinked his eyes a couple times before stating, "It's Mr. Min to you, Jimin."

"Well, of course, but your first name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi." Jimin pronounced while casually playing with his earlobe and gazing sultrily at the other.

Yoongi bit his lower lip, trying to fight the urges that kept popping into his brain. He knew they weren't right. And though he would never admit to it out loud, Yoongi loved the way his whole name sounded as it rolled naturally off of the younger's tongue.

He sucked in a breath before uttering, "Let's move on to the next chapter, okay?"

Jimin nodded in agreement and purposefully leaned in closer to the older man as he started reading the next chapter, their shoulders brushing.

From this distance, Yoongi could smell the delicious perfume on the student, making him that much more alluring to him. He was having a hard time holding back when the younger was being so forward with his intentions.

Ever since the first day of school, Yoongi was aware of Jimin's little school crush. He noticed the boy staring and giggling over to his best friend, Jungkook. But he also knew that the little crush has progressed throughout the semester. It turned into something more... dangerous.

At first, it was seemingly innocent flirting, but things escalated quickly. And it became worse when Yoongi almost craved the younger's attention. He wanted Jimin to look at him that way. He would look for Jimin during class, paying attention to him with attempted sneaky glances. And he knows that if Jimin were only a few years older and not a student in his class, that he would have instantly accepted the boy's advances.

They had been working for over an hour, and Jimin's brain was fried. He didn't know how much longer he could do this. He stretched his arms over his head and relaxed them once more. And as he shifted, his loose t-shirt fell a little, exposing the delicate skin of his shoulder and collarbone.

Of course, he didn't care to fix it.

Yoongi pretended not to notice, but of course, he noticed. How could he not notice?

Jimin yawned. "Mr. Min, I don't know how much longer I can do this," he admitted.

Yoongi glanced down at his watch and his eyes widened. He didn't realize what time it was. He had totally lost track of time. He's not sure if it was because he was so enthralled by history or if it was because he's been enchanted by Jimin. He liked being this close to the younger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how late it had gotten," he apologized. "I think we are at a good stopping point though." He dared to glance up at his student and that was probably a mistake.

Jimin was staring at him, his gaze hungry and his bottom lip partially sucked into his mouth. "I think I've learned a lot today, Mr. Min." The way he said it definitely indicated a double meaning.

He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the desk surface and propping his chin on his hand. He pressed his almost bare leg up against the older's. The history teacher visibly gulped, but he couldn't move away.

"But..." Jimin whispered, "I want you to teach me some other things." The student placed his hand on Mr. Min's upper thigh, giving it a tight squeeze and then loosening the grip.

At those suggestive words, all control that Yoongi had built up crumbled into nothing. He couldn't hold back anymore.

He snapped.

Placing his hand on the back of the Jimin's neck, his blonde hair tickling the knuckles on his hand, he pulled the younger to him, pressing his lips firmly against his plump ones.

At first, Jimin was shocked by the boldness of the act, but he quickly eased into it, even smirking into it. To make things more daring, he slowly started to drag his lips against his teacher's and opening his mouth a little more.

This made Yoongi abruptly pull away, almost as though the reality of the situation caught up to him. "J-Jimin, I c-can't do-, this is so wrong." He stuttered out, trying to catch his breath and sort out the chaos in his mind.

Because this was wrong. He was Jimin's high school history teacher for crying out loud. Jimin is still a minor, so nothing about this situation is socially or legally accepted. He could get into a lot of trouble if anyone were to find out about this one kiss.

"Shhh... relax, hyung," Jimin whispered, dropping the appropriate honorific. He wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck, toying with the dark strands there. "It will all be okay because I will never tell anyone. No one has to know. Just us." He smirked.

The history teacher has really lost it. Almost every logical part of him was telling him to stop this here before something really bad happens, something he could never turn around from. But there was this tiny part of him that was weak and god, the boy in front of him was so gorgeous. The same part of him told him that he wanted nothing more than to devour the Senior in front of him. He craved it.

And that teeny weeny part of him would win today.

Just like a gravitational pull, the two males' bodies were pressed up against each other as their lips were attached once more, but there was more urgency and fire this time.

Something about how truly dangerous this was made it that much more steamy and sexy. Anyone could walk in the unlocked room at any given moment.

Jimin squeezes his arms tighter around the older's neck, attempting to pull him as close as possible.

He opened his mouth, giving Yoongi access to infiltrate it with his tongue, which he took full advantage of. The kiss was wet and the sounds were erotic.

To take it one step further, the teacher moved wrapped his arms around the smaller's waist, pulling him into his lap to straddle him. He rubbed Jimin's sides back and forth, feeling all of his delicious curves.

And the way Jimin would moan every time Yoongi would suck on his tongue, drove the older man mad.

He felt too good. He knew this was so fucked up.

But he knew he couldn't force himself to stop

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Written by squidster97