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"I don’t get this part."
"Use your brain and figure it out."
"How did you ever become a teacher?"
"Maybe you’ll find out after you solve this question."
Myungsoo was close… so close to committing bloody murder on this man who was supposedly his teacher. As a student, he’d taken the initiative to ask Junsu (or Mister Junsu, as he was told time and again by said mister to address him as such) for help in the subject that he had trouble in, but Myungsoo felt like he would gain more knowledge from a stale stick of bread… he had been so happy when his request had been accepted too.
"I didn’t let you in my house to sleep here and freeload, you know."
"I didn’t agree that I’d spoon feed you the answers, either."
…This close. Count to ten, Myungsoo, count to ten and breathe, you don’t want to go to jail before you’ve barely lived your life.
This had become a daily routine, nearly. Myungsoo always had the impression that Junsu was a brilliant teacher in class, so he thought he’d be reliable and trustworthy… Well, not that he wasn’t, but it wasn’t very obvious when Junsu wasn’t in front of a large group.
Exams were coming soon, if Myungsoo didn’t pull up his socks and buck up, he’d be looking at quite a bit of trouble.
"Please, mister Junsu, I just don’t understand it," Myungsoo said, pouting. Cue mental gagging.
There was a moment of pause on Junsu’s end, before there was a creak and a shuffle and the teacher made his way over to sit down beside his student. “Only because you asked so nicely.” He pulled the textbook over to read over the questions, and Myungsoo leaned over to read along as well.
As he was rather focused, Myungsoo didn’t notice that his teacher’s gaze was no longer on the book.
His eyes widened as he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards Junsu, and he began spluttering when he felt a pair of soft lips press against his cheek. Myungsoo was barely holding back his overwhelming urge to make sure that Junsu would never know what Father’s Day was like. Counting to ten, counting to ten thousand, what was the difference? Junsu might seem cool and calm in front of the students in school, but Myungsoo knew the truth; he was just a pervert. A pervert that frustrated him so.
He wasn’t going to acknowledge this at all.
"… Stop joking around and teach me something."
Junsu was tempted to make a dirty joke out of that, but that would be crossing the line, even for him. “Alright, alright.”