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you make me so hot

Summary:

Namjoon is Jungkook’s English tutor. Jungkook has a crush.

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I wrote this in a few hours don’t hate me

-Lydia

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The library was surprisingly quiet tonight. A few stragglers milled in between the shelves looking for last-minute research material but other than that, it was just Jungkook and Namjoon. Alone.

“I think we should go over the parts of speech one more time. For good measure,” Namjoon says, closing his grammar book with a soft thud and pushing it aside.

Jungkook nods eagerly. “Whatever you want, hyung.”

Namjoon tucks a pencil behind his ear and folds his hands in front of him. The man means business. “Let’s start with nouns. Can you name a noun for me?”

”Love,” Jungkook answers easily. 

“Good. What about a proper noun?”

“Kim Namjoon.”

“I’m definitely not proper, but in this case, it works,” Namjoon jokes with a smile. Jungkook smiles back. “Now, a verb.”

“Kiss.”

Namjoon adjusts his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. Cute. “Technically yes, but can you conjugate it for me? The test is probably going to want you to use it in a sentence…”

“Kissing you would be awesome,” Jungkook tries again.

Namjoon moves right past this. “That’s great, Jungkook-ah! And you even threw an adjective in there too.”

“I’ve been doing the homework,” Jungkook says shyly, his cheeks reddening from all the praise. He could get used to this. 

Namjoon reaches under the table and squeezes Jungkook’s thigh. “You’ve improved so much, I can really see a difference. Let’s keep going with adjectives, yeah? Name a few more for me.”

Jungkook is still kinda focused on the hand-on-thigh thing but shakes it off as best as he can. “Kind, smart, generous, funny…”

Jungkook can’t help that all his examples are Namjoon’s good qualities (let’s be honest, they were all good); He has Namjoon on his mind all day, every day, and their tutoring sessions were no exception. 

Jungkook’s eyes trail down Namjoon’s body, ogling his chest, his pecs, his biceps. “Handsome, sexy, strong, thick ,” Jungkook continues before he can stop himself. What can he say, he calls it like he sees it.

Namjoon coughs. “O-Okay. Those are- yep. Good adjectives.”

Jungkook licks his lips. “I’ve been studying, hyung.”

Studying Namjoon, that is. Who needs to learn English anyway when there’s Papago? 

Namjoon lets out a breath. He takes off his glasses and discards them on the table. If Jungkook didn’t know any better, Namjoon actually looked affected by the things he was doing. Maybe his plan was actually working!

Namjoon lowers his already deep voice an octave, which does little to quell the nervous pattering of Jungkook’s heart. In fact, it just turns him on even more. “Jungkook-ah, I’m sorry if I’m way off base here but I have to ask-“

Jungkook straightens up in his chair, his eyes widening. This is the moment. “Yes, hyung?”

“Are you coming onto me?”

He knew Namjoon was his tutor for a reason. 

“You caught me, hyung,” Jungkook whispers. 

He averts his eyes, looking down at his lap. He may be confident, but he’s still just a person. A person with a massive crush on his very hot English tutor and is terrified of rejection just as much as the next person. What if Namjoon isn’t into him at all? Jungkook could never show his face in this library again (not like he did much before, but still.)

“I like you, hyung. Like, a lot. It’s kinda obvious, right?” 

An array of emotions seem to cross Namjoon’s face as he takes in the situation. Jungkook waits as Namjoon sorts through his feelings, equally anxious that it will either turn out in his favor or go horribly wrong. 

Finally, Namjoon speaks. “Jungkook-ah, I’m flattered-“

Jungkook’s stomach drops.

“But I’m your teacher.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Is that all, hyung?”

Namjoon blinks, clearly not expecting this response. “W-What do you mean?”

Jungkook stands up, circling the table so that he’s standing over a wide-eyed Namjoon. He takes a seat on Namjoon’s lap like he’s done it a million times, which he has- in his dreams, at least. “You’re not really my teacher, hyung. You’re just my tutor.”

Namjoon winces like he’s physically pained. “Isn’t it kinda the same? I wouldn’t want to abuse my power over you-”

Jungkook giggles and circles his arms around Namjoon’s neck. “But you want to, right, hyung? Cause I’m so cute?”

A blush spreads over Namjoon’s cheeks, which is all the answer Jungkook needs. 

“Does this mean we can kiss now?” Jungkook asks. 

Namjoon looks around, a look of panic crossing his face. “In the library?”

“No one is around… and I can’t wait any longer.” 

All Namjoon’s hesitation is forgotten as Jungkook pulls him in for a kiss, their mouths colliding like two asteroids in space (Namjoon would love the use of that simile.) The kiss is way too hot and sensual to be taking place in a library and they both seem to realize this when Jungkook starts openly rutting against Namjoon’s thigh.

“I can’t help but feel like I’m corrupting you,” Namjoon says into the kiss, his words muffled against Jungkook’s lips, slick with wetness and his cherry chapstick. 

“Not corrupting me…” Jungkook murmurs, running his hands down Namjoon’s chest, relishing the hardness that lies there. “But maybe I can corrupt you.”