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pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au
rating: pg-13
synopsis: You don’t know why Jungkook has been avoiding you.
warnings/tags: jealous jk, oblivious oc, jiminie and his mom are v cute, jin is like oc’s brother, loosely based on janine and gregory’s conversation in ep 4
pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au
rating: pg-13
synopsis: You meet the newest sub teacher for the first time.
warnings/tags: mentions/brief descriptions of throwing up/vomit, pee, a dysfunctional toilet, a teacher yelling at a student (let me be clear that i do NOT condone abuse in any form), a terrible principal, reader’s prejudice against jk having tattoos and piercings but don’t worry! that’s quickly dispelled as the story goes on, heavily based on janine and gregory’s first meeting in ep 1
i'm sorry anon, i think tumblr deleted your ask? ugh anyways.....
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME 🥺 thank you for reading! about the length, erm, i'm still getting used to writing full-length fics so i'd probably be able to put out longer ones in the future.
also, if anyone wants an eight year ache drabble, just lemme know 👀
pairing: ceo!jungkook x ex-richgirl!waitress!reader
genre: fluff, angst, mild smut, exes to lovers, modern persuasion au
rating: pg-15
sypnosis: He’s back in your life, and so is the misery and guilt you’ve fought so hard to tamp down in the past eight years.
warnings/tags: mentions/non-explicit descriptions of minor character death, car accident, alcohol addiction, classism, gambling, depression, grief, running away from home, ogling at someone’s behind, attempted sexual harassment (pinning someone against the wall), mild swearing, suffocating, punching, references to the movies pride & prejudice (2005) and persuasion (1995), kissing, grinding
w/c: 6,757
a/n: i’ve always wanted to write an austen novel-inspired au so here it is!! feedback is very much appreciated!!
please do not modify, repost, or translate any of my works.
Upon signing the lease, Mr. and Mrs. Seong asked you to join them for dinner as soon as they have settled in. Just tell them the schedule that best works for you, and they'd have everything arranged — Mrs. Seong told you with a comforting hand that squeezed your shoulder and a warm smile that drew lines on the corner of her eyes adorably. A carbon copy of the way you remember his smile did when he was incandescently happy.
Having your ex-fiancé's older sister as one of your new tenants wouldn't be a problem, would it? She had shown you nothing but kindness in the amount of time you had spent with her before (not that it's much but it still counts), even now with her seemingly equally amiable husband, who was a wealthy naval officer.
Hoseok, your family's advisor and lawyer, recommended them as highly respectable and responsible tenants. They were married without children. That being said, they spoilt her younger brother instead and took him with them to Paris, not so long after you had broken off your engagement, so he could pursue an education there. He had always been a bright kid, and you were well-acquainted with that fact.
You had often sneaked in your home library to grab a pile of books that you'd later ask him to read aloud for you. Whenever he got the pronunciation wrong, you'd teach him, patiently, just as how your private tutor was with you. He didn't stop trying until you told him he got it right because he always wanted to see the proud grin you wore every time he did something impressive to you.
Also, your family urgently needed the money. It had taken your father some convincing (read: a lot) from Hoseok until he swallowed his pride and agreed to the proposal. Who were you, then, to do otherwise? The gravity of the situation weighed heavier than your own personal turmoil that was, you admit, of your own doing anyway.
Serving a full house tonight didn't give you time to go home for a quick change of outfit so you settled with your uniform, a white long-sleeve button-up tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt, and retouched your makeup in the authorized personnel's comfort room. Your manager, bless her heart, gave you a bottle of wine to bring when you had explained to her that you're invited over for dinner by your tenants. "An admiral you say? Well, we don't wanna come there empty-handed, do we?"
Mrs. Seong was the one who answered the door. Your apology for being a few minutes late was already on the tip of your tongue when she engulfed you in a hug. "You're just on time, dear!" she greeted, wasting no time to take the bottle from your hands and tug you towards the dining room. In a lower voice, she spoke: "Come, someone will be joining us tonight." At the implication of her words, you stiffened, and the hand clasped in her own started to feel clammy. The clack of your heels stuttered as they treaded on the marble flooring. At least, you managed to force a smile for her. "Thank you, Mrs. Seong." You cleared your throat before continuing, "But if I may ask, who is this someone?"
Whether or not it's him, it would be unethical of you to leave, no matter what convincing reason you could come up with because you're already here. And he might be here—the man whose heart you broke eight years ago but who you had loved for more. Loved. The reminder ran bitter in your veins like the wine in Mrs. Seong’s grip.
The answer to your inquiry moments ago came in the form of a tall man leaning against the bar counter, his broad back facing you and his shoulders jerking, probably laughing at something Mr. Seong had said. Over his shoulder, you saw Mr. Seong divert his gaze from the man in front of him to you. He perked up immediately. “Oh, she’s here!” he said, approaching you. You held your breath, bracing for the moment the stranger would finally turn his head.
And he did. But his reaction was... not a reaction at all.
He stared at you blankly while you felt frozen in place, cheeks hot under the attention of this man that could pass off as the one typically described by the romance books you had in your home library that you spent late nights muffling your squeals into the pillow reading. Or perhaps one of the marble sculptures of Greek gods that used to stand in the corners of this place like guards but were no exemption to the things that your family had to let go to pay off the debts of your father.
You often imagined how stable life would have been if your mother had survived the car accident. Your father wouldn't have to drink and gamble his pain and grief away. Your sisters wouldn't have to leave home to find love somewhere else because they couldn't feel it in this household. Not anymore. The last time you had heard from them, which was a year ago, one of them was already married and the other was pregnant. That left you and your father to fend for yourselves, although it was you who had to do most of the fending.
"Y/N?" the man spoke as he took slow steps to your direction, the gears in his head finally clicking into place. “Jungkook,” you breathed, mentally noting the physical changes the past years had brought about—the piercings on his eyebrow, lower lip, and ears, the parted hair that was neatly styled, the prominent slopes of his face, and the tailored suit.
He seemed to have given you a once-over as well but then he jerked in the slightest, as if he had suddenly been struck by something intangible, and looked away with a tensed jaw. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold," he said monotonously, pivoting on his heel to head to the dining table. There was no bite in his words but there was no hospitality either. A pit began to form in your stomach.
"How is your father, Ms. L/N?" Mr. Seong asked before taking another bite of his food.
You replied, "He’s doing okay, but he’s still under supervision. The doctor’s order was to reduce his drinking bit by bit, and he’s been consistent so far.”
Mr. Seong made a noise of affirmation while nodding. "That's good to hear! I hope he fully recovers soon."
"I hope so too," Mrs. Seong chimed in, placing a hand atop yours. "We'd really like to have him join us next time."
"What is he doing at this hour? Is he already asleep? Is there someone else looking after him at home?" Mr. Seong asked.
You shook your head. "He's actually staying at a nursing home."
Mrs. Seong tilted her head. "Oh, why is that?"
"Well, I'm afraid I can't keep an eye on him because I'm at work almost the entire day, so it was the best choice that we had."
Mrs. Seong nodded as she muttered, "I see."
"At first, he was sulky. Told me I must be trying to get rid of him already," you pressed on with a quiet laugh that fell humorless even to your own ears. "But he's adjusting well now and I think... he has forgiven me."
Mr. and Mrs. Seong silently exchanged looks that conveyed sympathy.
You glanced down at your food to resume your eating, and looking back up, you accidentally locked gazes with Jungkook, who still had an unreadable expression on his face and was silent the entire conversation.
"If it's okay with him, we'd like to visit him some day this week," Mr. Seong interjected, capturing your attention. "Is that okay with you, too, Ms. L/N?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" you reassured. "Definitely! Just tell me when, and we'll book a visit."
"Thank you, dear," Mrs. Seong said before clearing her throat and turning her head towards Jungkook. His silence didn't go unnoticed just by you. "Jungkook, do you have any meetings scheduled this week?" she asked.
"I've yet to check in again with my secretary," he said. "But as far as I know, I have one in three days."
"Oh, okay. That means we can spend the next two days touring around town, right?"
"I actually—"
"Jungkookie—" Mrs. Seong began, pinning him with a look that said arguing against her is futile. Jungkook blushed, and his eyes widened at the term of endearment. "Come on, you have to loosen up sometimes! You have to take breaks or you'll get burnt out. Surely, your staff wouldn't burn the company down if you left them to their own devices for two days, would they?"
Jungkook huffed, slicing the steak with more force than necessary. "I suppose not."
Mrs. Seong smiled, satisfied.
Mr. Seong squeezed Jungkook’s forearm, chuckling and shaking his head as if recalling a funny memory, then looked at you. "In fact, this is an improvement. Jungkookie here was so keen to start his own company right after graduation. We had to force feed him because he was too busy to remember to eat on time!"
Surprisingly, there was no trace of irritation on Jungkook's face. He just smirked with his head slightly tilted. "Most extremely keen. Badly wanted to be doing something," he muttered.
You reached for the glass of wine to quench the sudden dryness in your throat.
Mr. Seong clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm proud of you, my boy, you know that. But take things easy, yeah?"
The night air was fairly cold but the atmosphere inside the car felt warm and suffocating. Silence surrounded the two of you like a thick blanket save for the AI voice of the navigation app. His eyes were focused on the road before him while yours were glued to the scenery that unfurled from the window on your side.
Knuckles turning white with the way you clutched the end of your seat, you decided to break the ice before you could talk yourself out of it.
"It's... nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you, too," was his immediate response.
"How long will you be staying here?"
"Three weeks."
You hummed.
"Your sisters... how are they?"
"Oh." You were pleasantly surprised at how he remembered them. "They're good. Hana is married while Aera has a child now."
He nodded. "Send them my regards."
"I will," you answered.
A short pause, then you followed it up with: "Congratulations on your company, by the way. It must not have been easy building your business from the ground up.” You knew that very well because of your parents.
The orange light signaled the slowing down of the cars near the intersection. You twisted in your seat in hopes of him perceiving the sincerity of your next words. “And this might not matter that much but...” You gave him a close-lipped smile. “...I’m proud of you.”
The car abruptly stopped. His foot had stepped on the brake a little soon. You teetered towards the dashboard but his firm grip on your arm kept you in place. “Oh, I’m really, really sorry—”
His touch left your skin tingling, permeating the barrier of your long-sleeve top.
You waved your hand dismissively. “I’m fine, Jungkook.” It was only the second time you’ve said his name tonight but he hated how it felt familiar. How his body still reacted the same way as before.
He relented, nodding before redirecting his attention to the traffic light. “Um, back to what you said earlier, I appreciate that... but how about you?”
“Me?” you echoed.
“What do you do?”
“Well I’m...”
He sensed your hesitation, so he rushed to think of a more comfortable topic but you beat him to it. “I’m a waitress at the Golden Crown. You’ve heard of the place?”
He lightly scratched the nape of his neck with a sheepish expression. “Honestly, no. It was built after I left, I assume?”
“Yeah,” you said, voice low. “After you left.”
You saw Jungkook at the restaurant three times this week.
In the first two, your co-workers had gushed about how handsome and how much of a generous tipper he was. You could only giggle at their ramblings. He occasionally acknowledged you with a nod whenever you walked past him. The two of you kept it professional—him, with his business meetings and you, with waiting tables.
The third time was when you were the one assigned to serve him and his companion. By the looks of it, he seemed like another business partner but if the way he ogled at your behind was anything to go by, he certainly didn't act like one.
Jungkook gritted his teeth the whole time, patience wearing unbearably thin. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, having lost his appetite already, and all but threw it down on the table. This caught the other man's attention.
Jungkook took this as the opportunity to lean into his ear and hiss, "Listen, I'm trying my absolute best to stay professional here but if you lay a finger on her or any other person in this place, I'll see to it that you're gonna regret it."
A shiver went down the man's spine.
However, he had been in the industry long enough to know that it was a matter of being the biggest bully, so he didn't back down.
The man scoffed, faking an air of nonchalance, and patted Jungkook on the shoulder. "You're wrong there, kid. I'm not laying a finger on anyone. Perhaps, you making conclusions about me is unprofessional."
Jungkook shook his head, irritation clearly written on his face. He then downed what's left of his wine in one go.
"If you'll excuse me." The man stood up and went to the comfort room.
Once he was out of sight, Jungkook walked towards the counter and pretended to be curious about the items on the menu.
Meanwhile, you had just gotten out of the authorized personnel's comfort room when you saw the man in the washing area. Just as you’re about to skitter away, he recognized you from your reflection on the mirror he’s standing in front of. “Hey, miss,” he called.
Your hands curled up into fists. You took a few tentative steps closer to him and braced your arms over your chest protectively. “How may I help you, sir?” you asked.
He looked at you up and down and before you knew it, your back was pressed against the wall. Your arms were pinned using one hand while the other was used to muffle your screams of help. You were squirming wildly under him, but he remained unfazed as he was stronger and taller than you.
Tears started to fall from your eyes when suddenly, the man was yanked away from you. Even through your blurry vision, you knew it was Jungkook who shoved the man against the wall and constricted his breathing with the force of his forearm against his neck. “What did I say about laying a finger on her, you piece of shit?” he hissed, eyes burning with fury, then threw a punch square in the man’s face.
You gasped. For a split second, you were torn between pulling Jungkook away before he, too, gets hurt and calling security but the more rational part of you resorted to the latter.
The security guard, along with the manager and some of the staff members, quickly intervened and escorted the man out of the establishment, but not before Jungkook reminded him that he'd make good on his promise that he'd make him pay for it. His lawyer was just a speed-dial away, anyway.
Jungkook paid double the bill for the inconvenience he and the man had caused. Before he could go out the door, you pulled him into a quick hug. Your gratitude overrode all else, the invisible wall between you two crumbled at the moment. He stood still, not knowing where to place his hands (he knew but things were different now), until he finally settled on placing one on your shoulder.
"Thank you," you muttered, pulling away. "Please tell Mr. and Mrs. Seong I'll visit soon."
"I will." He took the time to trace your face with his eyes. You're still beautiful, but the sunken look of your eyes told him you were going through a lot more than what you were letting on.
He suddenly wondered if you had to deal with men like his companion before, and if you were able to defend yourself or had someone to help you.
"Sorry again for the inconvenience. Also... be safe on your way home," he added.
"You, too," you replied, opening the front door for him.
He spared you one last glance before getting inside his car.
After taking a much-needed warm shower, you laid awake later that night thinking back to what Jungkook had said at the restaurant.
What did I say about laying a finger on her, you piece of shit?
So he knew. That was why he was the first person to come to your rescue.
Something sparked in your chest.
Hope.
You shook your head.
Hope was a dangerous thing.
Nowadays, you could scarcely allow yourself to hope for good things because everything you once held dear—like your mother and Jungkook—and thought would last—like your ideal relationship with your father and siblings, and your family's riches—had slipped through your fingers like sand.
You broke Jungkook's heart, you reminded yourself.
No matter how much you regretted it, all had been said and done.
You couldn't blame him why he is the way he is now.
You weren't even privy to the status of his love life at present, so how could you make such an assumption.
He might have a partner right now. If not, maybe it just wasn't on the top of his priorities. Besides, he could easily bag any person, so there was no need to rush.
Most importantly, he wouldn't go back to the girl who, after being persuaded by her family that he was unworthy because of his poor prospects, broke his heart and who currently had nothing much to offer him, right?
"Right," you whispered to no one at all.
You closed your eyes and willed yourself to drift to slumber.
You weren't expecting to see Jungkook again at the restaurant the following day, especially after what happened last night. This time, however, he brought Mr. and Mrs. Seong with him. You approached them with a wide grin. "Good morning! What can I get for you?”
“Good morning, dear!” Mrs. Seong beamed. “Ah, I know you meant to pay us a visit soon but I insisted that we grab breakfast here since Jungkookie told me just this morning that he had dined here a few times already.” She fixed Jungkook with a scowl, which he returned. You chuckled at their antics. They reminded you of how you and your sisters used to be.
“What can you recommend?” Mrs. Seong asked, returning her attention to you. In your peripheral vision, you could make out Jungkook pouting, gaze set on the view provided by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. You pursed your lips to suppress a smile and placed the menu down on the table. After you had pointed out and explained your breakfast recommendations, they decided on which ones they wanted to order. “Alright, please wait while your food is being prepared, and don’t hesitate to call me over if you need anything," you said, smiling, before walking off.
The following week, you were back at Mr. and Mrs. Seong’s residence to fulfill your promise of visiting them. When you asked where Jungkook was, Mr. Seong said that he was out to run errands. The afternoon passed full of stories, laughter, tea, and pastries on the veranda. When you picked up the emptied teacups and saucers, Mr. and Mrs. Seong told you not to bother helping them with cleaning up because you were a guest, and they were perfectly capable of doing it on their own. You sighed, resigning to what they wanted, and followed them inside the house.
You sat in the living room and flicked through the channels without the intention of actually watching. The sound of tap water running and the clinking of porcelain and metal could be heard from the kitchen. The screen of Mr. Seong’s phone, which he had left on the coffee table prior to padding into the kitchen with Mr. Seong, lighted up and vibrated. You peered down at the object and saw a single notification.
Jungkook
Think she’ll like this?
[sent a photo]
Curiosity clawed at you. The bustling in the kitchen was still going on and for extra measure, you rose halfway from your seat and craned your neck to check. Nope, still busy. You planted yourself back onto the cushion of the sofa and reached for the phone. Dragging the notification drawer down revealed a picture of a beautiful gold ring in its box, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. You didn’t have time to ponder about the context of the message when silence abruptly fell in the house. Startled, you swiped the notification drawer back up and turned the phone off, laying it down on the table.
The shuffle of footsteps sounded louder and louder. “Sorry for making you wait, Y/N,” Mr. Seong said, rounding the table to retrieve his phone, and sat on the nearby couch.
You shook your head. “No need to apologize, Mr. Seong.”
“Honey, please ask Jungkook what time he’ll be home,” Mrs. Seong requested as she grabbed the TV remote control and sat beside you. She placed a gentle hand on your knee while browsing through the channels. “What do you want to watch?” she asked, angling her head to face you.
“Oh, anything.”
You then covered her hand with your own before leaning in to murmur, “Mrs. Seong… does Jungkook still have time for, um, other stuff outside of work?”
She hummed. “Well, he goes to the gym regularly.”
You blinked, suddenly preoccupied with the image of Jungkook working out. “What I mean is… uh, well… does he go on dates, too?”
To avoid suspicion, you added, “Because I know someone I can set him up with.”
“Oh, he did in senior year. I also introduced him to my colleague’s daughter three months ago. Each time we asked him how it went, he would only answer 'it was okay' or 'she seemed nice' and nothing more. I don’t think he got serious with any of them, though.”
You walked yourself right into this, you reminded yourself as you felt the churning of your insides.
“I’m just not sure about the last girl.”
That’s it.
The nail in the coffin.
“Oh,” you breathed because what else is there to say? “I guess I better stay out of it.” A fake chuckle. “I thought this was my chance to play matchmaker.”
Mrs. Seong opened and closed her mouth like she wanted to say something more, but Mr. Seong incidentally cut her off, “He said he’s on his way.”
At that, you stood up and flattened your palms down your jeans. “Ah, it’s getting late. I still have some chores to do before bed. Thank you so much for your time, Mr. and Mrs. Seong.”
Mrs. Seong reluctantly rose from her seat before wrapping her arms around you. “The pleasure is ours, dear. Get home safely, okay?” Mr. Seong walked towards you to do the same with a fatherly pat on the head. You smiled at them before softly clicking the front door shut.
The ringing of your phone awoke you later that night. Seeing the name on the caller ID, you knew it was important.
“Hoseok?”
“Sorry, Y/N, did I wake you?”
“It’s okay. What is it?”
“Your father wants to talk to you in person tomorrow.”
“How could you agree to this without consulting me first?”
“Because I knew you would disagree.”
“Of course, I would! Why can’t you respect that?”
You’d been pacing around the room, rubbing the veins on your temples that threatened to burst.
Your father released a weary sigh. “It will be beneficial for you both. In fact, more so on our part.”
A few seconds of lull. “Besides, you’re acquainted with Taehyung. It won’t take long to adjust.”
“I’m acquainted with Taehyung that’s why I know that he’s not the kind of man I want to marry!” you exclaimed. “Am I not deserving of happiness? Of true love?”
A month after Jungkook had left the country, you met Taehyung at a gala your family was invited to. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was the non-committal type. He had been flirty all night, but you refused to give in to his advances by playfully shutting them down. By the end of the night, after a little too many drinks, he wasn’t expecting that you’d ask him to help you forget about someone. Taehyung was nothing but a giver, so he did. He didn’t let you go home the next morning without having breakfast and taking a shower with him first.
You never saw him again after that.
Was that it?
Were you really bound to resign to that kind of wicked fate?
Pining after someone you couldn’t have and marrying someone you didn’t love?
“I’m leaving,” you said, making a move to head for the door when your father caught your wrist.
“Please, Y/N, think about it,” your father pleaded. “Don’t you think it pains me seeing you tire yourself like this for us to get by? Don’t you think regret consumes me every day because this is all my fault?”
“You’re all I have now,” he whispered, lowering his head to hide his tears.
A wave crashed over you.
You immediately strode towards him to hug him, and he clung to you, letting his tears flow freely this time.
"I'm sorry that I can't promise you that, dad. But I can promise you that you will not lose me. Not ever."
“Excuse me, is Y/N on the clock?” Jungkook asked one of the waiters.
In the past few days, you’d been doing a good job of keeping your interactions with him as short as possible and in other times, avoiding him at all. This was the second to the last day of his stay here, and he didn’t want it to end on a bad note.
“Yes, she is, sir. Why?” the waiter answered.
“If it’s not much trouble, I’d like to have a word with her.”
The waiter nodded, slightly facing to his side to gesture behind him. “Come follow me, sir.”
“Will you marry me?” Taehyung asked, down on one knee, holding open the box of an expensive-looking ring.
You ran a hand down your face, eyes shut, and released an exasperated breath.
“Really? In the middle of this narrow hallway? During my shift?” you questioned, one eyebrow quirked up in disbelief.
“Yes. Right here, right now,” he said with confidence.
You rolled your eyes and nudged him on the elbow. “Tae, please get up before anyone sees you. We can talk about this later.”
“Let them! That’s the point, Y/N. That makes it even more convincing.”
You bent down to mumble, “My father didn’t exactly tell you to do this, right?”
“No… but seriously, Y/N, we both know this—” He pointed to himself then to you. “—is not real but I still think you deserve a proper proposal so just let me—”
“Tae, I appreciate it, but— ”
“Y/N?”
You and Taehyung turned your heads to the source of the voice. There stood Jungkook beside the waiter, not so far from where the two of you were standing in the hallway.
“Jungkook… I…”
“Do you mind, bud?” Taehyung interrupted, looking at Jungkook and raising the box of the ring a little higher.
Jungkook’s eyes were blinking owlishly between your face and the object resting on Taehyung’s palm. When he realized that his mouth was still parted in shock, he sealed it close with his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Um… n-no… don’t let me keep you. I— Congratulations in advance, Y/N… to the both of you.”
“Jungkook…”
You were only able to take a step forward when he suddenly blurted out a quiet goodbye and marched off.
The hours at work ticked by ever so slowly.
It seemed like your mind had gone out of your body and while the latter moved about on its own, the former was a broken record of Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.
Once you had finally clocked out, you took a cab to Mr. and Mrs. Seong’s house, deliberately not asking them first if Jungkook was home so he wouldn’t have time to prepare an escape plan.
Nonetheless, that proved to not be the case because Jungkook wasn’t at home. Mrs. Seong even showed you every nook and cranny of the house. Indeed, there were no signs of Jungkook.
“Please tell him I want to meet him tomorrow to talk about something important,” you said as you and Mrs. Seong hovered by the front door.
“Did something happen, dear?” Mrs. Seong asked, a frown etching her face.
“I’m really sorry I can’t—” You shook your head, a pained expression on your face. She rubbed your arms and nodded her head in understanding. “But please tell him that. Promise me, Mrs. Seong?”
“I promise,” she said with a consoling smile. She looked like she knew but did not say anything about it. “Be safe and have a good night.”
The ride back home was quiet save for the faint tune coming from the radio. Your head rested against the window as the city lights above illuminated the somber expression of your face.
Once you were inside the elevator going up your apartment’s floor, you couldn’t hold back the onslaught of tears. The few strangers that shared the little space with you looked at you with concern. An old lady had briefly rubbed a gentle hand on your back before going out the door. Your thank you sounded soft and incoherent through your sniffles.
You wiped your tears as soon as you stepped outside of the elevator. One more turn before your apartment and…
There he is. Huge frame leaned against your door, arms crossed, and head hanging low.
The tears were coming back.
At the utterance of his name, he lifted his gaze, eyes lighting up as you hurried towards him. He silently reached out to wipe the area under your eyes, and you let him.
“I thought you were at your sister’s.”
“I’m not.”
You scoffed. “I know because I went there.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to talk.”
You continued, “Why are you here?”
“Because I wanted to talk.”
You could see in his eyes the sadness that mirrored yours.
A sharp inhale. “It’s best if we do that inside, don’t you think?” you said, chin jutting out towards the door.
The side of his lips curled up. He stepped sideways to give you space as you fished the keys out of your purse. “After you.”
He joined you on the sofa once you had settled down.
"I'll go first," you said, earning a nod from him.
"I've never told you this because I was afraid you still hated me… and I know you had all the reasons to. So now I'm gonna get this out, not because I want to absolve myself of my wrongdoings or that I pity you, but because you deserve closure and I just… I just want to do this."
Slowly, he grabbed your hand and enclosed it in his. "Go on."
"I'm—" You looked at him then. Your jaw ached with how much you were trying to keep the emotion in your voice at bay. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. For everything. For letting myself be persuaded by my family into making that decision eight years ago. We'd been friends for such a long time, then we became something more, but before that even had the chance to flourish, I ruined it. The years after you left have been hard for me because I was—I am filled with regret, and then I witnessed my family fall apart in front of my eyes."
When your vision started to become misty, you blinked a few times then looked up to the ceiling.
"Seeing you again after all that? I wasn't pulling your leg when I told you I'm proud of you. I genuinely am. Your success is well-deserved because you've always been bright and persistent. But at the same time, I don't know, looking at you makes my heart hurt… because we can't undo the past, can we?"
Jungkook dropped his head on top of your hand, the one he was clasping. When he straightened up, slowly, his eyes were glassy and he was biting the inside of his cheeks, a sign that he's restraining himself from crying. "I'll be honest, I resented you because I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with you, that we were together in this fight. Then one day, you came up to me to tell me it's over because I wasn't what your family wanted for you—I wasn't rich."
You shook your head frantically. "I'm so sorry," you cried. He let go of your hand to cup your cheeks so that you would look him in the eye.
"Shhh, listen to me," he spoke softly. "We were just 19, Y/N. Sure, your family had been a little harsh and unreasonable, but in a sense, I was also in the wrong here. I knew that I was going to propose to you at some point, but I just… I loved you too much and the idea excited me so I rushed it. When I think about it now, it's ridiculous. Like, who proposes at 19? Who has their life figured out at 19?"
He ran his thumbs across your cheeks, relishing its softness. It had been a long time since he last did that.
"You must know, I had many regrets, but loving you is not one of them," you said.
"I share the same sentiment," he replied, smiling.
Suddenly, you gasped and slowly pulled away from his hold, which startled and dismayed him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, confused.
"Nothing, just… aren't you going to propose to your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?" He looked even more confused this time. "Y/N, I don't know what you're talking about."
"I saw it on Mr. Seong's phone while he was busy in the kitchen. You even asked him if she'll like it. Anyway, my bad, forget I said any—"
"That was his gift for my sister for their upcoming anniversary."
Your jaw slacked open.
He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed you his and Mr. Seong's exchange of messages.
"W-what? I thought… wow. Okay."
"Plus I don't have a girlfriend... didn't have one since you." You could tell he was blushing. You were, too, as proven by the warmth that crept down your neck.
He averted his eyes before asking, "D-didn't you get proposed to earlier? How did it go?"
"I said no," you said.
Jungkook's eyes widened.
"I never wanted to marry him. It was a deal made out of convenience, anyway."
"A deal?"
"Yes. He pitched it to my father, and he agreed to it. But I still have the final say."
Jungkook smiled. "That was brave."
What now, you thought. A lot has been said but it seemed like there were still some left.
"Just curious, why did you come back here?” In this town were the unspoken words, but he understood them just the same.
“You really wanna know?” He chuckled humorlessly as he ran a hand through his hair, then fell silent for a few seconds.
“Believe it or not, I came back for you. The things I did while I was away, they're all for you."
Your eyes were already hurting and puffy from all the crying but you didn't think they would stop anytime soon. Not when Jungkook was laying his heart bare like this.
"They say there is a fine line between love and hate, and I, for one, can vouch for that. Remember when I told you I had resented you?"
You nodded tightly.
"If I resented you so much, then why is it that in those eight years, not one day passed by without you crossing my mind? If I resented you so much, then why am I working my ass off as if I am trying to prove something? That I am perhaps worthy? If I resented you so much, then why can't I even bear the idea of screwing around with someone else, much less love them? In those eight years, I have loved none but you, Y/N."
You reached for his face, wiping the lone tear that strolled down his cheek. He leaned in to your touch.
"Falling in love for the first time at 19 was such a rollercoaster ride. Either you feel like you're on top of the world or you're at your lowest of lows. Either you make reckless decisions or you refuse to go against the tide. That's because we were young and didn't know how to love the right way. With those realizations, I learned to forgive you, and I hope you forgive me, too."
"Of course, I forgive you, Jungkook." Two hands now cupped his cheeks.
"Now tell me, am I too late? Have your feelings changed? I need to hear it from you, Y/N…"
His eyes searched yours deeply as he waited for your answer.
"My feelings never changed. I've always been yours, Jungkook," you said, smiling.
Finally, he crashed his lips against yours. You gasped, clutching on his shoulders, but he was quick to swallow the sound. You kissed him back with fervor, with all the pent-up desire and longing that lasted for almost a decade. His kiss was all too reminiscent of the past but at the same time, it was more.
He slid a hand on the nape of your neck and angled his face to deepen the kiss. You groaned, the sound going straight to his ears, which definitely didn't help his addled brain. "Come here," he murmured against your lips before pulling you into his lap with an ease that turned you on even more. Indeed, Mrs. Seong was right when she told you he'd been working out regularly.
His nails dug into your hips as he kissed the corner of your mouth then along your jaw, your eyes closing at the sensation. He went further down and alternated sucking and nibbling the skin of your neck. You sighed, head tipping back to give him more access. It was becoming too much. You needed some sort of relief. You scooted closer to him, sitting right on top of where he needed you the most, and rolled your hips. His reaction was immediate, head dropping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, his breathing warm and ragged against your skin. "Don't stop-nghhh" he moaned. His grip on your hips tightened as he helped you speed up your pace. Panting, you tilted up his chin to kiss him again a few times before you giggled against his lips. "You're cute."
"You're teasing me," he breathed, frowning.
Shortly after, being the ever considerate, he asked, "You want to cum?"
"I… not for now," you said, suddenly feeling lightheaded at his question. He nodded before slanting his lips against yours, his hands gradually slowing down the movement of your hips.
You held each other tightly once it was over, reveling in the warmth of the other.
"So when are we going to tell them?" he muttered against your temple before pressing a kiss there.
You smiled up at him while entangling both your fingers. "Honestly, whenever. I'm not going anywhere, Jungkook."
Before he could steal another kiss, you abruptly tugged him up to his feet. "Now help me make dinner."
A smile painted his lips, the corner of his eyes crinkling in mirth, as you dragged him to the kitchen.
pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au
rating: pg-13
synopsis: You don't know why Jungkook has been avoiding you.
warnings/tags: jealous jk, oblivious oc, jiminie and his mom are v cute, jin is like oc's brother, loosely based on janine and gregory’s conversation in ep 4
w/c: 1,603
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Jungkook has a few soccer balls tucked under his arms. Beads of sweat formed on his temples. His hair was swept back and wet because of how much he perspired. A whistle hung around the collar of his Dri-FIT football drill top. He taught the kids soccer this morning. When he demonstrated the drills, including a few tricks here and there, they roared in applause.
Yeah, well, he wasn’t varsity soccer captain for nothing.
On the way to the storage room, he knew he would pass by your classroom.
He looks around him before stopping in front of its door.
He cranes his neck, up, up, only for him to see you’re not in there. His lips automatically turn downward, and his shoulders deflate.
That proved to be wrong when the door suddenly swings open.
You gasp, taking him in.
He stands there, eyes wide, frozen. He nearly dropped the balls.
“Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” you greet, composure overtaking your previous look of surprise.
He smiles sheepishly. “G-good morning, Ms. L/N.”
You glance down at the soccer balls. “Do you need help carrying those?”
He shakes his head vigorously, it has his puffy cheeks wobbling. “Oh, no, no! I can manage!”
“Alright,” you relent. “Um, by the way, I want to thank you again for yesterday.”
“That’s... that’s nothing! I had fun,” he says, blushing.
“Me too!” you reply with a quiet laugh.
At first, the possibility of him screwing this whole thing up early on terrified him. He had never been good with words, much less with a woman.
Another voice within him reasoned that you are not just a woman. You are Y/N.
That, paired with Namjoon’s words of wisdom, led him to take the leap of asking you out, even if it’s under the thinly-veiled excuse of grabbing lunch together as colleagues, which was a decision he was proud of himself for making.
Also, in most cases, it was Jungkook who does the listening, but yesterday, at lunch, it was you who asked him a lot of questions, and eventually made him feel so at ease that he didn’t realize he was starting to share random things about himself on his own.
He told you he loves playing video games, and that he sometimes streams his gameplays.
He told you he's a self-taught photographer and video editor. His parents gifted him a camera on his 18th birthday. He developed an interest in those fields of art that he took summer jobs, so he could buy more equipment.
He told you that doing laundry relaxes him, to which you gave him an incredulous look because you still struggle with it.
When it was your turn, you told him you love reading books and cross-stitching.
You told him that you wanted to adopt a dog from a rescue house for so long, and you'll do everything to be a good fur parent because you're not sure if you want to have actual babies in the future.
You told him you always order the same matcha latte at the café two blocks from the school on your commute home.
“Oh, wait! I almost forgot!” You snap your fingers, trying to remember what you wanted to say.
“Hmm?"
“I’m planning to buy a bed for Kevin at IKEA later after work. Unfortunately, I don't have an eye for stuff like that, though."
He blanches.
"Kevin?”
You're giggling, and it pierces right through him.
"Yeah,” you shrug. “Do you wanna come with me, and help me choose?"
He didn’t mean to sound so intrigued and shocked.
Besides, who was he kidding? You’re beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and extremely smart.
Of course, you have a boyfriend.
And what did you just say you were gonna do?
Buy a bed?
He shakes his head as if it would also shake the thought off.
“You okay?” you ask, eyebrows raised.
“Y-yeah, yeah... I’m okay,” he states, voice a little hoarse.
“Are you sure?” A knot forms between your eyebrows, your fingers twitch like they want to reach out to him, but you restrain yourself, putting your hands behind your back.
Stepping back, he adds, “I’m cool, I’m fine.”
He looks anything but.
He then realizes he hasn’t answered your question yet, so he quickly says, “Um, I wish I could help you, but I actually have to go home early. Uh... family stuff.”
“Yes, of course!” You nod in understanding. “Family first.”
A beat of silence.
“Well... I gotta get these back to the storage room." He gestures to the soccer balls.
"See you around, Mr. Jeon."
He smiles before going on his way, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
You try not to think about Jungkook’s apparent shift in behavior the rest of the day.
Still, he managed to seep through the crevices of your mind.
You rack your brain trying to recall if there was something you did that he might’ve found offensive.
All your attempts were unsuccessful.
After class dismissal, you texted Jin, your senior and one of the very few people from your alma mater you remain in contact with, to ask if he could pick you up, and accompany you to IKEA.
A few minutes later, your phone screen lights up.
Sure, be there in 20
The corner of your lips lifts up in a half-smile.
It's been a while since the two of you caught up in person.
He's been extremely busy, especially since he recently got promoted, while you got your hands full as well, what with the long list of responsibilities you have as a teacher, most of which are above your paygrade. To quote the now-retired Ms. Park on your first week at Busan Elementary:
“We have to be able to do it all. We are admin. We are social workers. We are therapists. We are second parents. Sometimes, we’re even first.”
You remember how excited she was every Friday because his son, Jimin, comes to pick her up, so they could have lunch together.
She once tried to set the two of you up, but you politely declined, and explained to her you weren’t ready for a relationship yet.
Your trip down memory lane was cut short when a sleek black car stops in front of you on the sidewalk. The passenger door opens, and you hop in.
"Hey, how was work?” Jin asks, still in his work attire—a white long-sleeve polo and black slacks, eyes focused on the road.
“How about we answer that together?” you suggest.
“Okay,” he agrees, “in three, two, one...”
“Horrible.” “Depressing.”
Jin arches an eyebrow. “What did the principal do this time?”
“Hmm, let’s see... used the emergency budget to put up a tarp of her face in front of the school, and get herself a foot spa machine? All while the requests for school supplies and rugs remain unattended to?”
He clicks his tongue while shaking his head.
“And uh... I think my co-worker's avoiding me?”
Even the words taste bitter on your tongue.
"Oh, that's new..." Jin remarks. You roll your eyes.
"Tell me about it," he urges on.
You heave an exhale.
"The new sub teacher and I are now friends. And um, no offense, he was the first person I asked to go with me."
He waves a hand dismissively. "None taken. And then?"
"Told him I was gonna buy a bed for Kevin because I'm finally taking him home today. Then, he just... I don't know... looked dejected?"
"Wait, who's Kevin?"
You groan.
"I told you about him last week!"
He squints his eyes as he mentally rummages through the Jin-and-Y/N conversations archive.
"Ohhh... ohhh..."
He purses his lips before he starts snickering.
You place your hand over your chest in offense. "Excuse me, what's happening here?"
"I could be wrong—" he snickers again, "—so I won't tell you. You'll eventually figure it out yourself, anyway."
"What?! Do men have an unspoken language all this time, and I'm unlucky enough to know about it just now?"
"You two are cute," Jin coos, patting your head while his other hand is still on the wheel. "Ouch! Stop pinching me, I'm driving!"
Jungkook avoided you for the better part of the day.
He needed to get you off of his mind, so he took Namjoon out for lunch for real this time.
He even asked—pleaded him to stay at his apartment for a bit.
“Hey, be honest. Did something happen?” Namjoon asks, sitting down on the couch, handing Jungkook one of the canned beers they bought at the grocery store earlier.
“W-what? No! I was just, uh, feeling drained. Taught the kids soccer today.”
He opens the can with ease, and takes big successive gulps that the can felt lighter in his hand instantly.
“You want me to believe that as if you didn’t almost drag me out of the school premises just so we can leave immediately.”
Jungkook’s cheeks tinge with red.
"Didn't even say goodbye to Y/N?" Namjoon teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I was hungry!” he retorts.
Namjoon scoffs, taking his phone out of his trouser pocket.
He scrolls leisurely on his Facebook news feed until he pauses, finger merely hovering on the screen, on a certain post.
“Oh, would you look at that,” he says, an amused smile on his face.
“What is it?” Jungkook scoots closer to him.
Namjoon turns his phone to Jungkook.
It’s a selfie of you, with a golden retriever pup sleeping on a small, fluffy bed in the background.
The caption reads:
Kevin is finally home!
Jungkook's beer drops from his hand, and spills over the carpet.
pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au
rating: pg-13
synopsis: Jungkook thinks you're so good at your job.
warnings/tags: oc being a master at rendering jk speechless, misuse of emergency budget smh, say hi to librarian!yoongi
w/c: 680
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"I'm really sorry! Um, it won't take long, promise, I just need to—" Jungkook says, rushing to collect the finished artworks of his students, shaky hands and all. "Then we can go."
"Jungkook, slow down." You chuckle, adjusting the strap of your bag, which you brought with you after Jungkook dropped your papers on your desk. "Just take your time."
But he's persistent.
"You must be hungry. I don't want to—"
"I think you received more than I did."
Jungkook freezes from where he stands behind his desk. He looks over to you, eyebrows furrowing. His piercing follows the movement. "Sorry?"
"The drawings," you clarified, pointing to them.
"Oh, no, no, that's ridicu—"
"It's true! They must love you."
I wish you do, too.
But "You think so?" is what he says.
"Yeah," you stand closer to him, "can I see them?"
He hands you the drawings, and you look at them one by one.
He doesn't know how you know that that's a playground. He could've sworn it was a construction site.
And that square sun could kill a flat earther.
"When you see a really big circle, that's usually the head, and those banana shapes are the fingers," you say as if it's easy.
Jungkook looms over you from behind, and stares at you, stunned. "Wow, you're really good at this."
You stiffen for a moment because of his proximity, and his clean, powdery scent that engulfs your nose. As if prompted by a switch, you play it cool by shrugging in response.
Then, the next artwork catches your attention.
"Oh... my gosh... Jungkook..."
You lift the piece of paper towards him.
"This is you as Spiderman! Oh my gosh! So cute!" you coo. "Your students amaze me!"
"M-me as... Spiderman?" He's still processing that part. He realizes just now that the thing in the middle was actually a person. It's as tall as the buildings surrounding it that's why he wasn't able to tell them apart.
"This, I assume, is the web thingy coming out of your wrist." You point at something that looks more like a bunch of crooked lines.
Jungkook can't control the laugh that comes out of him.
This is the first time you've heard him laugh.
Like laugh laugh.
It's loud and genuine and infectious.
You laugh, too.
He regains his ability to speak a few moments later. "I'm gonna put this on my fridge," he says, wiping at the corner of his eye.
"You know, I've never heard you laugh like that before."
Just like that, he's back in that shell of his. "Um, sorry, I— is it annoying?"
There is a tug at your heart. This is certainly not the reaction you were expecting.
"No! Nonononono!" you reassure him. "That's not what I meant. I like it! A lot! You have a nice laugh."
It's more than nice, actually, but he doesn't have to know that.
Jungkook covers his ears the way he does when he's extremely shy, then makes it seems like he's just scratching them when he meets your gaze.
You clear your throat, and take it upon yourself to move the conversation along. Jutting your chin towards the little chairs, you ask "Um, they make you happy, don't they?"
You return the papers to him, and he's careful not to let his hand brush against yours because you've already put him through so much in the amount of time you spent alone in this room.
He places a clip on the papers before putting them in the drawer. "Y-yes... they do."
You nod. "Well, I hope you stay... for the kids."
He opens his mouth to speak, even though he isn't sure what to say, when someone suddenly knocks on the door.
The door cracks open to reveal Yoongi, the school librarian.
"Aren't you going home, lovebirds?"
He smirks at the flustered looks on your faces.
"Since you were too busy canoodling or whatever, there's currently a huge tarp of Ms. Kang being set up outside. No doubt that's where the emergency budget went."
— no, i upload irregularly as i tend to get busy with uni.
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pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au
rating: pg-13
sypnosis: Teaching at Busan Elementary, you've come to realize, isn't always sunshine and rainbows. What happens then when the newest sub teacher gets into the mix?
pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au
rating: pg-13
synopsis: Jungkook learns the art of communication.
warnings/tags: frustrated jk because he only wants the best for his students, first appearance of teacher!joon
w/c: 865
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"What's up, Jeon?"
Jungkook turns his head to the side to find Namjoon leaning against the doorframe.
Namjoon has been working at Busan Elementary for three years now. Two years more than you have been. You look up to him as a colleague, and you treasure him as a good friend.
A week ago, you'd told him about your awkward first encounter with Jungkook during your break.
"Nice guy, right?"
You nodded. "Seems like it. How do you know?"
"He lives right next to me. Just moved in a week ago. He mentioned once that he was in search for a job, so—"
"Oh."
"Yep."
"You forgot to tell him about Reversy Toilet, though."
"Actually," Namjoon grimaces a bit, "that was on purpose. Would he have taken the job if I did?"
You roll your eyes. Namjoon just shrugs.
"Thought so."
But that is not why Jungkook has been staring at nothing at all since dismissing his students less than an hour ago. Namjoon enters the classroom and sits on the wooden chair across Jungkook. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.
"What's the matter?"
Jungkook leans back in his chair, gaze falling to his lap as he scratches the back of his neck. "Um, I was just... feeling bad for this student."
Namjoon hums, gently urging him to elaborate.
"His parent brings him to class at 9:30, but we start at 8:00." Frustration laces Jungkook's voice. "And he's starting to fall behind, and I just— I don't want that for him."
"You're probably gonna tell me to approach his parent, but, you know, I don't— I don’t want to overstep. I'm still new here and I'm, uh... just a sub."
Namjoon shakes his head. "Okay, first of all, allow me to disagree with you on that. You're not just a sub, okay? What you're right about, though, is that I'm gonna tell you to approach the parent."
Jungkook drops his head into his hands and groans inwardly.
"That's the only way you can fix this. You're that student's teacher; you're allowed to be concerned with his education. That gives you the right to voice out to his parent what you think would be most beneficial for him."
Slowly, Jungkook sits upright and meets his gaze directly. He knows he's right.
"So are you just gonna let this get in the way of your student's education?"
"No," Jungkook answers in a heartbeat. "Of course, not."
Namjoon smiles. He stands up to ruffle the younger's hair and heads toward the door.
"Well then, I am expecting an update soon," he says, glancing over his shoulder before walking out.
Jungkook waits for a few seconds before taking the phone book out of his desk drawer, and begins composing a message.
Jungkook couldn't keep himself from smiling the rest of the day.
The talk went better than he expected. He is definitely going to treat Namjoon with a hearty lunch after work.
He already asked him when he paid him a visit earlier during recess time. Who was Namjoon to decline free lunch?
"You see, you've got to learn how to say what you need to get what you want," Namjoon told him before the school bell rang, signaling the end of their conversation.
Well, at least that was the original plan.
"Hey, Jungkook!" you greet him with as much energy you can muster, but he can see right through you. You're exhausted.
"O-oh, hi Y/N!" he takes notice of the stack of papers you're holding with both hands and gestures to them. "Allow me to—"
"Okay, wow," you say, handing the papers to him. He holds them with one hand. Okay. "That's kind of you. Thanks."
He lowers his head to hide the blush on his cheeks. "It's nothing, really. Um..."
He's scrambling for the words to say next to fill the silence until Namjoon's words come back to him. He reluctantly straightens up at that.
You see, you've got to learn how to say what you need to get what you want.
"D-do you want to grab lunch? With me?"
Go big or go home, he thinks. Still, your rejection will certainly hurt. He holds his breath as he awaits your response.
Said response doesn’t come immediately because your brain just turned to mush.
Suddenly embarrassed, he adds, “Or maybe not, that’s fine, I can just—”
“No!” You’re quick to correct yourself when you see the pain that flashes across his face. “What I mean is yes! I'd love to— I mean I'd love to eat, pfft, of course! Who doesn’t? Thanks, Jungkook."
You smile up at him, hoping it conveys how much you appreciate his offer.
Message received. A little too well, actually.
"Great! Y-yeah, you're right! We all—"
"Hey, you two!"
You both turn your heads to see Namjoon approaching.
"Oh, Joon, do you want to join us for lunch?" you ask.
Panic rushes through Jungkook. He silently pleads to Namjoon with only his eyes.
"Thanks, but I'll pass," Namjoon says as he walks past you, pointedly looking at Jungkook, for which the younger sends him an apologetic expression. "Something came up."
pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au
rating: pg-13
synopsis: You meet the newest sub teacher for the first time.
warnings/tags: mentions/brief descriptions of throwing up/vomit, pee, a dysfunctional toilet, a teacher yelling at a student (let me be clear that i do NOT condone abuse in any form), a terrible principal, reader's prejudice against jk having tattoos and piercings but don't worry! that's quickly dispelled as the story goes on, heavily based on janine and gregory's first meeting in ep 1
w/c: 802
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"It's okay. I actually throw up all the time, so—" you tell your student, who is now trailing after you as you lead her to the unisex restrooms.
"Argh!"
A tall man holding a boy's uniform pants groans as he emerges out of one of the stalls. He turns around and stares at you and your student like a deer caught in headlights.
Not to mention his eyes were as big and bright as a deer's, too. His baby face contrasts with the piercings on his right eyebrow and lower lip. When you glance down on the hand clutching the much smaller pair of pants, you notice the patterns of ink scattered all over his fingers and knuckles.
Tattoos, piercings....
What is he doing here—?
Suddenly pulled out of your trance, you protectively put your student behind you and yell, "Random man! Child pants! Security!"
"Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no!" the man says with a pout, eyes wide, hands waving frantically. "I'm– I'm Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook, the, uh, sub for Ms. Chu!"
Ms. Chu. Like you, she's one of the younger teachers in Busan Elementary. Except she's doing a worse job in taming the students. The other day, she crossed the line, and yelled at a student. Well, what other thing should be done than to fire her.
You and the other teachers even suggested to alert the school district but Ms. Kang, the principal, quickly dismissed it. She said that nobody has to know that such a thing happened under her—er, the school's watch. Instead, she'll make an emergency budget request to the district for the 99 other problems the school has.
"Oh. Okay..." you trail off.
Just when he thought the situation is now under control—
"...but that's still not explaining the pants. Security!"
"N-no, that's not— w-wait! Hold on!"
Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, a heavy exhale escaping his lips, overwhelmed with both the peed-in pants and broken toilet situation, and trying to convince you that he is not the kind of person you think he is.
"Well, um, one of my kids had to go to the bathroom so I brought him, but then he accidentally went on himself."
He takes your silence as a sign to continue, but not before gulping down the dryness in his throat.
"A-and I tried to flush the toilet and the water shot back up in the air. And then I'm—"
He gestures to the large map of wetness on his sweater, which strains against his broad shoulders and clings to what seems to be hard ridges of muscle underneath. You swallow quickly at that.
"Oh," you say, tone softening. You suddenly feel bad for him. "No one told you about Reversy Toilet then?"
An awkward laugh comes up your throat, and halts when you see his face just contorts in confusion, and there is that pout again.
"Uh, no?"
You scoff at yourself. Of course, he doesn't know about Reversy Toilet.
"Um, I know, sorry. Could you please watch her for a second?" you say, chin pointing to the girl behind you.
"Y-yeah! Ofcourse!" Jungkook says a little too fast, a little too enthusiastically. He is just about to mentally berate himself because he thinks he hasn’t stopped embarrassing himself in front of you when you give him a grateful smile before attending to his student.
He feels his heartbeat stop for a second.
The girl slowly walks up to him and grabs him by the hand. She gives him a smile. "Are you okay, Mr. Jeon?"
"Oh." He smiles back at her. "Yeah. How about you?"
"I threw up in class."
Jungkook doesn't know how to respond to that. He's glad he doesn't have to because you are coming out of the stall with his student in tow. He now has a towel wrapped around his lower body.
"Okay. I'll be back for her, and I have some spare clothes for him in my room. I will get him changed, and then send him back to you, alright?" you say in that teacher voice of yours.
He nods with a grin that subconsciously paints his face, which drops when he realizes he still hasn't gotten—
"Your name? Um... I still haven't asked you."
"Ah, you're right," you shake your head. "Silly me. I'm Y/N."
You extend your hand towards him, and immediately retract it when the realization hits you.
"Oh. Sorry, pee."
"There's vomit. Yeah."
You both laugh.
"Welcome to our school, Mr. Jeon," you say finally before turning on your heel.
"Thanks," he replies, more to himself and the girl who's still holding his hand.
She giggles before whispering in a sing-song manner, "Mr. Jeon has a crush on Ms. L/N."
