100% inspired by Jin singing "come be my teacher" yet I didn't include him in this story :/

(Boy With Luv)

"Everyone, please quiet down!"

Jimin didn't understand why such a simple phrase worked differently when Jungkook said it. Differently as in it didn't actually work at all. When Jimin called for silence, he got it pretty much immediately. Jungkook usually managed to elicit the opposite response. Maybe it was because Jimin hit the table. But it couldn't just be that.

Jungkook was the cool, young teaching assistant. He connected well with the bored college students because he gave off exactly those vibes himself. His teaching style was casual and definitely not above board, considering how often he let a swear word slip out. Students respected him as a person but hardly as a teacher. Maybe that was why he couldn't control a class to save his life.

Jungkook had been Jimin's teaching assistant for almost a year now. Next year, he'd have his own group of students to teach math to and Jimin was definitely going to miss him. Even in the lessons he wasn't in charge of, he'd add little jokes or comments that kept everyone laughing. They alternated lessons; half the time, Jungkook would watch Jimin teach and hopefully pick up technique; the other half, Jimin would assess Jungkook's teaching style. He knew which lessons were the most fun, but those were not the lessons with the most learning.

As a person, Jungkook was great. He was cool and relatable. Jimin had eaten with him on a few occasions and he certainly had a lot to say. He was just the right amount of awkward and funny. He was much smarter than he let on and had lived a surprisingly entertaining life. A sharp-witted, punny and sensitive person was hard to come by and Jimin felt lucky to have met him.

"So, for your test…" Jimin began and the entire class protested. Jimin laughed and held up his hands in surrender. "I did tell you this test was happening. It doesn't count for anything either, so you don't need to worry. Books away, calculators away and sit still," he ordered and the class grumbled, obeying. Jimin hummed and fumbled around his desk for the papers. Missing. Strange. He gestured to Jungkook, who stood up and walked over to him.

"Jungkook, did you move the test papers?" he asked quietly and Jungkook shook his head.

"No, I haven't seen them. Did you leave them in the office?" he suggested and Jimin thought.

"Maybe." He looked up to the class, sitting to attention. He addressed them, "Guys, stay quiet for Mr Jeon, I just need to find your papers." He sensed a collective smirk from the entire class at the prospect of being looked after by Jungkook for even a few minutes. Jimin nodded to Jungkook, who winked back. Jimin rushed out of the room and sped to the office. He had to be back quickly; he trusted Jungkook, but not that much.

The test papers were sitting innocently on his desk as if they were waiting for him. Jimin rolled his eyes and picked them up. He walked back down the corridors to his classroom, anxious to get back before the students become too rowdy to concentrate.

As he opened the door, he realised that he was already too late. Everyone was roaring with laughter, smiling and shouting to Jungkook as if he was one of them. Jungkook himself was bright red and looked amused, albeit very embarrassed. Everyone noticed the door open and Jungkook attempted in vain to get silence again.

Jimin walked to the desk and slammed the table with a board eraser. A loud, resounding crack shocked everyone into quietness, including Jungkook.

"Thank you," Jimin sang passive-aggressively. The class were still whispering amongst themselves and shooting mysterious glances at Jungkook and Jimin. Curious, Jimin looked to Jungkook, who shrugged in a way that would have been nonchalant if he hadn't looked at the floor and flushed red.

Jimin handed out the test papers swiftly before standing at the front of the room and writing the end time on the board.

"Time starts… now." Pages turned and pencils scribbled. Finally, silence for forty-five minutes and Jimin could get some other marking done. Or so he thought.

Whispers and snickers echoed through the otherwise quiet room that Jimin managed to halt with a glance most times. He even caught a boy on the end of the row attempt to talk to Jungkook.

"Choi Beomgyu, please don't talk," he warned and the boy put his head back down, still smiling. Whatever had gone on, it must have been pretty big. Unfortunately, Jimin couldn't ask what it was during a test. He'd have to wait until afterwards.

Except afterwards didn't arrive. By the time Jimin and Jungkook had collected all the test papers, the next class was coming in and Jimin couldn't ask. Even after that, Jungkook seemed to disappear. It seemed odd to text him to ask what it was about, especially since they weren't exactly best friends. So Jimin dropped it.

The next day, he had the same class again. Once more, they were restless. Granted, they were always more casual with Jungkook teaching but they seemed even chattier this time around. Was it because of whatever happened yesterday? Again, Jimin couldn't ask. Thankfully, all the other lessons went smoothly.

This happened for another week. Every time Jimin had that same class, they would be much more lively and amused than usual, regardless of who was teaching them. Jimin even implemented a new seating plan one lesson and it didn't work. Whatever they were all whispering about, it seemed to be class-wide, but hadn't spread between classes yet.

A few more days passed and Jimin coincidentally ran into Choi Beomgyu in the halls after school.

"Oh, sir, I just wanted to apologise on behalf of everyone. I know we've been really talkative recently," he acknowledged and Jimin tilted his head.

"Yeah, you have. What's that all about, anyway? You've been like this ever since Jungkook looked after you for about two minutes last week. What could have possibly happened int hat space of time?" he thought out loud and Beomgyu smiled the same smile that everyone in his class had. It was knowing and annoyingly exclusive.

"You might want to talk to ask Mr Jeon about that," he answered cryptically and Jimin sighed.

"Come on, just tell me," he whined childishly. It was okay, it was after school so no one else could hear. Beomgyu was one of the more lax students anyway. Even so, he looked conflicted and ruffled his hair.

"Well… ever since Mr Jeon started teaching us, we've all had this sort of running joke that he has a crush on you?" he almost asked for permission to continue and Jimin remained silent to allow him. "It started off as just this joke when you weren't in the room because it did sort of seem like he did. Then last week, we were teasing him about it like usual but he actually confessed that it was true."

What?

Jungkook had a crush on him?

"We all promised not to tell you because it might end really badly and he does seem like he really likes you," Beomgyu reasoned and Jimin couldn't believe any of this. There was no way that Jeon Jungkook, the smartest, funniest, most interesting, coolest, most charismatic person Jimin knew had a crush on him. That was simply unfathomable. He had to see this for himself.

"Thank you, Choi. I'll see you tomorrow," he said briefly before walking towards their office.

"Wait, sir, do you like him back or not?" Beomgyu called after him. Jimin just turned around and saluted to him before running down the corridors to find Jungkook. Oh, this would be fun.

Jungkook was packing up his stuff to go home when Jimin opened the door. Jungkook looked up as he entered and smiled politely.

"Oh, Jimin, I ordered the mark schemes and put them in the top drawer of the-"

"Jungkook, do you think I'm pretty?" Jimin sighed, cutting Jungkook off quickly and making him stutter.

"Th-the, um, what?" A hint of panic slipped through that made him seem more nervous than surprised. Jimin leaned against the wall.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" he repeated and Jungkook seemed to freeze.

"Well... Yes. I think you're very attractive," he answered simply and quietly and Jimin smiled slightly.

"Okay, but would you date me?" he asked and Jungkook swallowed.

"W-wait, I think I left something in the classroom," he attempted to dodge. He started moving towards the door. Jimin couldn't let him escape this easily. In a flash, he caught Jungkook's tie and pulled him back. Jungkook just halted, barely centimetres away from Jimin and staring straight at the floor.

"Answer me first. Jeon Jungkook, will you go out with me?" Jimin asked softly. At first, he had been afraid that he was wrong, that Beomgyu was lying; but Jungkook's reactions were the type of anxious you only get when you're in close proximity to your crush. Right now, all Jimin could do was wait for an answer. He'd wait all night if he needed to.

He really didn't have to.

Jungkook's eyes locked with his and answered the question confidently, even if Jimin could hear his breath shaking. Far sooner and far more boldly than Jimin was expecting, Jungkook kissed him fully on the lips and Jimin sank into it. He wrapped his hand around Jungkook's tie and pulled him in closer. Jungkook tenderly rested his hands on Jimin's hips in a way that could have easily been careful and nervous. He pulled back slightly.

"Why, why now?" he asked between kisses. Jimin smiled,

"Choi Beomgyu," he answered, and dove straight back at Jungkook's mouth, feeling a sigh from the younger.

"That little prick," he mumbled, "He's getting so much extra credit."

Outside the door, Beomgyu grinned to himself. He swung his blazer over his shoulder, thoroughly pleased with the result of that little pairing. He sent a quick text to the class group chat confirming the success and his phone immediately blew up with incredulous and amused responses. He skipped down the halls, happy that his two favourite teachers were finally together and he would definitely pass this semester.