...This series contains highschool senior in a relationship with his teacher. The ages with Yoongi and Hoseok will be flipped, Hoseok being older as a teacher and Yoongi younger as a student. ...

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Yoongi's POV

I was walking in the hallways of the stupid highschool I went to. People stared as I glared back, their faces immediately looking away. Walking to my locker, I was stopped by Jeon Jeongguk and his friends. Trying to ignore them, I walked away. But they pulled me back, making me stumble. “What the hell is your problem, man?” I asked. Jeon just chuckled and landed a hard punch to my face. Stumbling back into the lockers I held my now bleeding nose. “Fuck..” I growled and sent one back his way. Our bodies were tangled as people starting pulling their phones out to record. Chanting, my vision started getting blurry a bit. Jeongguk wasnt giving up, and neither was I, although he had the upper hand. The teachers came flooding out, stopping out hands from moving. It took three teachers to get him off of me, two for me. We were pulled away from each other and sent to different detention rooms. His being Mr. Lee...Mine being Mr. Jung's. Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok's POV

I sighed seeing his face in my classroom. Min Yoongi. Always in fights for some reason, always causing trouble. I crossed my arms and lean against my desk, trailing my eyes over the bruises on his face. “Detention. Again? Care to tell me what happened this time? Since it's never the way they say it happened.” The little brat is I'm here at least twice a week. They don't dare to suspend him, but if he keeps this up they might actually do it.

Yoongi sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. “He started it..” “Walked up to me and punched me..” He grumbled and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to you, yanking the hood off your head. “No hoods indoors, you know that...He started it? Then the report is a lie, or maybe he lied. Either way, what's the truth?”

Yoongi growled lowly and stood up, slamming his hands on the desk. “I'm not lying! Check the security cameras if you don't believe me!” Yoongi sat back down slowly and inhaled, then exhaled sharply. He sighed and laid his head on his desk.

I sighed and grabbed a chair, turning it towards Yoongi's desk and sitting on it with my elbows propped on your desk. “I did. I know he hit you first, and I know he did it for no reason. You know who his parents are though, and his friends..you can't win here.”

Yoongi nodded his head slowly “Of course I know..” Sighing, he sat up and looked at him. “It's always the same..I'm surprised I haven't been kicked out yet..” He let the words fall from his mouth slowly, pulling his good back up.

I pulled the hood back down and shook my head, chucking softly. “Yeah, me too. You know it's not you against the whole school right? There's a reason you're in my classroom every time, and why you haven't been expelled.” I rested my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently before pulling away and leaning back in my chair.

Yoongi furrowed his brows and sat up to look at him. “What do you mean..?” He asked softly, putting the hood back up. “Explain.”

I raised my brows and squinted my eyes at his hood before relaxing and looking into his eyes. “Down. Now, I mean..I'm on your side. I know how those kids are. Spoiled little shits- don't tell anyone I said that. Anyway, they're too powerful to get in trouble, so i've stayed fighting on your behalf with the principal. That's why you're still here with just detention.”

Yoongi's eyes widened. “Oh...” Looking down, he played with the end of his hoodie. “Thanks I guess..” He said, bringing the hood back up. “You can't make me keep this down” He said rolling his eyes. “You might be on my side but I don't exactly listen to anyone.”

I laughed at the shock on his face and his words. He's cute, I had thought. “You're welcome. I don't care if you don't listen, you're still a good student. Good grades and good behavior outside the altercations you never start. I know you'll go far, that's why I'll stay on your side. But fine, keep the dumb hood on if you want to.”

He nodded “T-thanks..” I heard him cursing silently under his breath. “So..how long am I going to be in here for? 2 hours as usual hm?..”

I laughed again at his stutter. He's seriously cute. “Three this time, some bullshit about it being your 'third altercation this month'. Sorry, kid.”

Yoongi sighed “It's fine. Just an extra hour with your boring ass” He chuckled and leaned back in the desk chair. That little shit. I let my mouth drop open with a slight smile. “Wha- I'm so not boring! I should give you another hour for that!”

He smirked “Do it then. I'm pretty sure you just want me here. You want little ol me's attention.” He held my stomach and leaned his head back.

I blushed. Hard. And looked down at my hands, shaking my head with a soft chuckle. “I'll lock you in here for another two hours if you keep talking your crap, kid. Watch yourself.”

He rolled my eyes. “Quit calling me kid, old man. You make it seem like I don't see you every other week”

I squinted my eyes and looked back up at him, hunching over like an actual old man. “Huh?? What'd you say??? Something about every other week?? My hearings not like it used to be..”

Yoongi's POV

I continued laughing, my teeth showing “My god. Go away you weirdo” I sighed and leaned back in my chair, looking at the older male. His smiled shaped like a heart. Widened brown eyes. Wow..

The old man smiled wide before getting up and walking back to his desk “As you wish.. kid. By the way I'm not old. I'll kick your *** if you say that again.”

“Yeah right, I'd like to see you try..old man” I unintentionally giggled and immediately covered my mouth, hiding my face on my desk.

Hoseok POV

“Oh my god, was that a giggle?!” I laughed hard, immediately standing up from my desk and leaning my body towards him. He's so cute, holy shit. “No it wasn't!!” He yelled out, muffled, from the desk. “Forget you ever heard that!”

I stumbled back over to him, laughing way too hard to walk straight. “Yes it was!! I'll never forget that, kid. Ever!” I slapped my hand on his shoulder lightly, leaning over my his head while I continued laughing.

He sat up and playfully pushed me away. “You old man! Ugh. Shoo-” Yoongi stood up and moved to a different desk.

I pretended to be hurt and plopped into his chair, laying my head on the desk as he did before. ”God...you're so mean to me..after all i've done for you...”

“Yah whatever. You only did it because I'm obviously your favorite” He chuckled and glanced back at me. “I'm kinda bored now. You're boring oldie”

“Yeah so what if you're my favorite..” I mumbled into the desk before looking up at him. “I'm not boring, maybe you're the boring one”

“Whatdya suggest we do then? I know it's detention and all but like- we have three hours of us being stuck together. So there has to be something we can do”

I slammed my palms down on the desk and stood up. “Fuck detention. After 3:45 I'm not a teacher anymore, so **** detention. You shouldn't be here anyway, so let's leave. You can go home, or we can..go do something. Eat or a movie..whatever you want to do”

He raised a brow and oh it was so hot. “Alright, whatever you say oldie. We can go to my place if you want. My parents aren't ever home so they won't mind if my teacher is there” He silently laughed “Unless you have something else in mind?”

“No, no, your place is fine..Need a ride there?” I suppressed the thoughts in my head about my student, nodding my head and looking away from him to fight the smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.

“Yeah. Please” He said while standing up. He slung hus bag over his shoulder “Okay. Let's go old man. Lead the way”

I nodded, grabbing my keys of my desk and locking the door after we were out i walked down the stairs to my car. I raked my teeth across my lip, pushing my thoughts way down to the back of my head. “Let's go kid.”

“Call me Yoongi. Not kid” He rolled my eyes and looked at me with disgust. “And I'll call you Mr. Jung I guess..but you're still old”

“I'm calling you whatever I want to, I know your name. You can call me Hoseok, though. When we're not in school that is. I'm not even that much older, so quit calling me old or I'll leave you on the highway”