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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_| Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Kim_Taehyung_|_V Character: Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Jeon_Jungkook, Woo Jiho_|_Zico Additional Tags: Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Highschool_AU, Student_Council Pres!Jimin, Bad_Boy!_Yoongi, Smut, it's_just_a_blowjob_really, blowjob, slight_namjin, one-sided_VHope_if_you_look_with_a_microscope, Student Council_Secretary!_Jungkook, Exhibitionism, One-sided_JiHope, Jealous Yoongi, Humor, This_is_supposed_more_funny_than_anything, Platonic Sugamonster, Brotp_Sugamonster, Yoongi_cheats_on_a_test_not_on_Jimin, fluff_kinda, Fluff_and_Smut, Yoongi_really_loves_Jimin_I_promise, He's just_a_sex_fiend_is_all, yoongi_is_whipped, Recreational_Drug_Use, Established_Relationship Series: Part 1 of Bad_Boys?_They're_Cliche Collections: Yoonminficrec's_Summer_2016_Fic_Exchange Stats: Published: 2016-06-23 Completed: 2016-12-16 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7868 ****** Bad Boys Cheat And Cheaters Always Win ****** by SugaTheTurtle Summary As a classic bad boy, Yoongi's never had a real moral issue with cheating; considering everything else he does, that would be at the bottom of the list of his faults. Unfortunately, Jimin thinks otherwise. Yoongi doesn’t really want to resort to certain means of persuasion to lift Jimin’s punishment, but really, what other choice does he have? Notes Okay, I rewrote this like three times and then it took me like four days to write the smut, so I think I'm satisfied now! For the prompt "yoonmin highschool relationships au ex. jimins the really smart student and yoongi is the troublemaker who sits in the back of the class and loves music and they fall in love". I hope everyone enjoys it! (Sorry that there's not much fluff or the whole loving music and falling in love thing) Also, side note: I haven't written smut in like four to five years (like, back when they were called lemons), so...sorry if it's really bad '^^ See the end of the work for more notes ***** Chapter 1 ***** Yoongi watched from his seat in the back of the classroom as his teacher walked through the rows of desk in the classroom, handing back test papers from their exam on the Mao Zedong dynasty of China. The blonde smiled as Park Jimin, at the front of the class, eagerly showed his perfect test paper to his best friend, who flashed back a satisfactory score of ninety. Yoongi’s chest warmed with affection at the sight of his overly excited boyfriend, amused at how his adorable, squishy cheeks would get rosy with joy at the fact he’d once again gotten a perfect score, even though he never failed to. “Min Yoongi.” Yoongi glanced up at Mr. Lee, who was regarding him skeptically as his eyes flicked between himself and the paper. Yoongi raised his eyebrows pushing the blue raspberry sucker to resting his cheek before responding,” I guess you’ve got my test? Or did my breathing get me detention again?” His teacher narrowed his eyes before sharply replying, “You’d be wise to hold your tongue Mr. Min. You’ve made a surprisingly good score this time around. Well done.” Yoongi hummed in response and took the sheet of paper from him, eyes widening and grin spreading across his face at the bright red ninety-five circled on his paper. He looked up, immediately meeting Jimin’s expectant eyes and proudly lifted the paper up for his view and returned the enthusiastic thumbs up his boyfriend gave him. “Alright class, tomorrow we’ll begin discussing a group assignment. I’ll be assigning partners and you’ll each have to present and write a research analysis paper on the effects of foreign invasion on China throughout the dynastic periods. I will assign your partners and periods to you tomorrow,” Mr. Lee said. “Also, your test scores were much better on this exam, some of you improved significantly. Your projects will be due next Friday and your cumulative exam on China will be the week after next. I’ll see you all tomorrow, have a nice day.” The bell rang and Yoongi stood up, backpack already pulled onto his shoulder as he made his forward to Jimin, only to called back by Mr. Lee. Yoongi frowned at him, apprehensive as his teacher held out his hand to receive the test back. Placing it in his hand, Yoongi waited impatiently as Mr. Lee stared at the sheet and looked back up at Yoongi, eyes hard as he asked, “Did you cheat Mr. Min?” “Wha-? No!” Yoongi exclaimed in outrage. “This may come as a shock to the entire school, but I’m not stupid, I just don’t ever give a shit. This time I did and I made a ninety-five, big whoop.” “Language Mr. Min. It’s just that you’ve hardly made a single B in my class this semester,” Mr. Lee said. “And-” “Mr. Lee!” a voice called from the doorway, and both men looked towards Jimin, who was making his way over to Yoongi to stand next to him, reaching for his boyfriend’s hand encouragingly before continuing. “I actually helped hyung study this go around. He worked really hard for the test, I can assure you he didn’t cheat.” “I did,” Yoongi said smugly, earning an irritated glare from his teacher. “Well Mr. Park, since you’re already tutoring Dennis the “Min”ace* here, I’ll just put you both down as partners for the upcoming assignment,” he said, grinning at the both of them. “Glad to see you’re finally putting in some effort there Mr. Min. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Jimin nodded and flashed him a smile before dragging Yoongi out the classroom, scolding him as they went along, Jimin fussing, “Now hyung, what if I hadn’t been there? You would’ve probably ended up sassing Mr. Lee and then boom! Detention! Or even worse, suspension this time!” “To be fair- hey, Minnie, this is my locker, I’m not taking these books home,” Yoongi said coming to halt. “To be fair, I think I could’ve afforded a bit of sassing, I think I have two detentions left before I actually get suspended. And John loves me so.” “Please don’t call the principal John, hyung,” JImin groaned, letting go of Yoongi’s hand to tiredly drag his hand down his face. “Besides! He accused me of cheating!” Yoongi exclaimed in disbelief, opening his locker and unloading books into the small space. “I mean really, does no one in this school think I can pass a class on my own?” “To be fair hyung,” Jimin said, reaching into his locker and pulling out some English papers and a AP Chemistry book. “You have a chem test next week hyung. Besides, I think that one time you tried cheating on your advanced math test was enough for the entire faculty to mistrust you.” “Is it really my fault that my hand can fit the entire unit circle?” Yoongi said, grabbing the book from Jimin and shoving it reluctantly into his backpack. “We had to learn degrees, radians, and coordinates Jimin!” “Yes, it is your fault!” Jimin sighed. “But whatever, it’s not like you cheated on this test right?” Yoongi paused in zipping up his bag, seemingly deep in thought before he cleared his throat and shrugged. “Hyung!” “I didn’t really cheat! I just...may or may not have written down the date the Chinese Civil War started, but that’s all I swear!” Yoongi exclaimed. Jimin glared at Yoongi, the older boy growing increasingly nervous at the savage look his significant other was dealing him. Knowing Jimin, he was figuring what would be the best way to effectively “punish” Yoongi for doing something wrong (because as everyone knows, though Yoongi has a bad boy reputation, ever since he and Jimin got together his number of infractions with school rules and just the law in general had been cut down tenfold). “Hyung,” Jimin said sweetly, lips puckered in a small pout. Yoongi swallowed nervously, unable to avert his gaze from the boy staring innocently up at him from his eyelashes. “Do you know what I do to cheaters?” “Give them hugs and pepper their faces with kisses?” Yoongi tried, opening his arms up invitingly. Jimin smiled wider, appearing jubilant to any third party observer, but the tightness of his jaw told Yoongi otherwise. Shaking his head, began making his way toward the exit, heeding the final announcement that any students left on campus that aren’t in club activities should go home. The orange-haired boy stopped briefly, looking over his shoulder at Yoongi to say curtly, “Cheaters don’t get ass hyung.” Yoongi’s jaw dropped in shock as Jimin walked away, mind slowly processing what jimin had just said. “Wait! Babe, you can’t be serious!” Yoongi called after him. “Do younot recognize my serious walk?” “Of course I do! Come on-!” “None hyung, none.” “I didn’t know I was going to get a reward! I was just trying to make you proud! You can’t take it away!” Yoongi called, walking after him. “I believe I just did, hyung.” “Jimin!” =============================================================================== “And then you know what he said Joon-ah?” Yoongi complained over the phone that evening. “He says ‘Cheaters don’t get ass hyung’. Like, have you ever wished you were Kim Kardashian so you could say, ‘I paid for that ass, so technically it’s mine anyway’?” “Can’t say I have hyung,” Namjoon said boredly. “Well it’s avery real feeling and I’m feeling it,” Yoongi complained. “First he reminds me of my chemistry homework, and then he bans me from sex for pseudo- cheating. Pseudo-cheating!” “Pseudo-cheating?” Namjoon asked in disbelief. “It’s when you don’t actually cheat, but you have the answers on you just in case you forget a little something, but that’s not important. See, here’s the kicker; indefinitely he says! That could be tomorrow, that could be next month! A month without sex Namjoon! Imagine if Jin did that to you!” “Well, first things first, Jin doesn’t punish me by banning sex, and second off, you’re literally a rabbit when it comes to sex, Jimin isn’t going to make you go a month,” Namjoon said. “What do I do Joon-ah,” Yoongi whined, sitting up in his bed. “He keeps posting suggestive selfies on instagram and I can’t deal.” “That was literally just a photo of him in a white t-shirt with his cat.” “But the collarbones Namjoon, the collarbones,” Yoongi emphasizes. “I mean, I’ve done way worse stuff than this, like that time I stole weed from that tiny dealer or when I fought Woo Jiho, or when I went to smoke in bathroom during school hours, but he chooses to get upset over this?!” “Listen hyung,” Namjoon said. “I’ve got homework, so I can’t sit here all night and listen to you complain about how sexless you are. If you want it that bad, just apologize. Convince him you really regret it and promise you won’t do it again.” “The fuck do I look like Namjoon,” Yoongi said bluntly. “At the moment? A man who isn’t getting any for a least a week.” And Yoongi was once again left with his jaw open, staring at his phone in shock as the screen blinked with the end time showing that Namjoon had hung up. Groaning, Yoongi fell back onto his pillows, throwing an arm over his eyes as he contemplated what to do. So maybe Jimin wouldn’t punish Yoongi for more than a week and maybe his selfie earlier wasn’t as sexual as Yoongi liked to believe (especially when Yoongi commented on it with the tongue and water droplets emojis only to receive a straight-faced one in reply), but Yoongi was a man with an extremely high libido, especially towards Jimin. “How in the hell am I supposed to convince him I regret cheating,” Yoongi muttered sullenly. “I could barely convince Lee that I didn’t cheat at all.” Suddenly, Yoongi sat up straight, an idea flaring in his mind like a beacon. Maybe, he could convince Jimin. Well, convince him in less sincere, conventional ways than what Namjoon had suggested. ===============================================================================   Spying Namjoon getting out of his car in the school parking look, Yoongi sped through the sparse throngs on students drudgingly making their way to the campus, scaring some of them as his engine growled uncomfortably close to them. He pulled into the space right next to Namjoon’s vehicle (and some girl with a camry who had slowed to back into that very space was giving him a really dirty look at the moment), holding up a hand to stop the blonde man looking at him before he moved away, jerking off his helmet and grinning excitedly at Namjoon. “Wow, you’re all teeth and gums, this must be good,” Namjoon said leaning against his car. “What, did you finally hit the lottery with one of your illegally bought tickets?” Yoongi waved a hand dismissively before continuing, “Even better Nam. I’ve decided to take your advice.” “Since when do you take anyone’s advice?” Namjoon asked in disbelief. “Never, so be glad you’re the first. Now, I’ve decided to do this whole ‘atone for my sins thing’-” “I wouldn’t call it that...” Namjoon cut in. “-and instead of feeling bad about ‘pseudo-cheating’, I’ll just show him how serious I am about this project! He’ll be all impressed and then Bam! Instant sex!” “Um, did I miss something? Exactly how did you get sex from that?” Namjoon asked. “It’s the art of seduction,” Yoongi smirked. Namjoon nodded slowly, a small, amused smile on his face as he focused on something in the distance, behind Yoongi. “Yeah, well looks like you aren’t the only one practicing the art of seduction.” Confused, Yoongi turned around, narrowing his eyes at the sight of Jung Hoseok walking with Jimin, Hoseok looking a little too close for Yoongi’s liking. “Oh, that guy, I’m gonna-” “The plan Yoongi,” Namjoon said quickly. “You want to jeopardize that?” Yoongi bit his lip, looking back at Namjoon and nodding with determination before making his way over, calling his boyfriend’s attention and feeling a smug sense of victory when Jimin’s face lit up at the sight of him (though what did Yoongi expect really, Jimin may have put Yoongi on punishment but that didn’t mean Jimin wouldn’t be happy to see him). “Well hello Jung, fancy seeing you here,”Yoongi said, throwing an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “I go to school here hyung,” Hoseok said rolling his eyes. “Hoseok hyung and I were talking about our showcase next month,” Jimin said excitedly. “He said our teacher wants to give me a solo hyung!” “That’s great Minnie,” Yoongi said, smiling affectionately at his boyfriend. “You coming to the showcase Yoongi hyung?” Hoseok asked, smiling tightly. “I know for sure Taehyung’s going to be there.” “Of course Tae’s gonna be there, he’s like your number one fanboy,” Jimin laughed, rolling his eyes. “ And of course I’ll be there because I’m a loving, supportive boyfriend that loves watching Jimin exercise his flexibility outside the bedroom- ow!” Yoongi exclaimed, pouting at the vicious jab in the side from Jimin’s elbow. Hoseok frowned slightly at Yoongi before nodding at them both. “I’ll see you in class Jimin-ah. Hyung.” Yoongi wiggled his fingers as Hoseok walked away, not noticing the judging look Jimin was giving him. Catching sight of the unimpressed look on Jimin’s face, Yoongi innocently asked, “What?” “You are such a jealous punk,” Jimin said shaking his head, smiling a bit. “Your passive aggressive attitude must be hell on the receiving end.” “Hey, if Jung didn’t have such an obvious crush on you, maybe I wouldn’t have to react every time my crush-dar goes off,” Yoongi said defensively. “But forget Hoseok, I have news. We are going to kill this project for Mr. Lee.” Jimin raised his eyebrows in surprise, wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s waist as the two walked towards the school building. “Oh?” “Yes, oh,” Yoongi said proudly. “We’re not gonna get a hundred, we’re gonna get a hundred and five.” “One hundred and five?” Jimin smiled. “Five points for me putting in so much effort to make sure my favorite guy gets the grade he deserves,” Yoongi said, pressing his lips against Jimin’s temple, enjoying Jimin’s reaction to his “resolve” to do well on the project. “What’s going on,” Jimin asked suspiciously, but still unable to stop a smile from spreading on his face. “Are you high right now?” “Please Jimin, I haven’t come to school high since sophomore year,” Yoongi said dismissively. “This is senior year and it’s game time now.” “Hmm,” Jimin contemplated, looking at Yoongi closely. “Okay, I’ll bite.” “Nice,” Yoongi grins. “What do you say to me coming over this afternoon and we get to work hm?” “Well, as long as there’s no double meaning behind that --you’re still on punishment you know-- then sure,” Jimin said. “But I have student council, so if you don’t mind waiting…” The two stopped in front of the doors to the school, stepping off to the side to not block the path of students trying to enter the building. “A hundred and five knows no wait too long Minnie,” Yoongi winked and judging from the smile on Jimin’s face, he knew he hit this thing out of the park. “Okay, I’m loving this enthusiasm, but I’ve really got to talk to Ms. Kim before class starts,” Jimin said opening the door, pausing slightly and looking at Yoongi affectionately. “I’m really proud of you hyung. Keep this mojo going throughout the day until we get to Mr. Lee’s okay? Love you!” Jimin blew him a kiss (which was honestly number one on Yoongi’s list of “Adorable Things Park Jimin Does” and almost made him feel bad about his slight deceit) and Yoongi caught it, pressing against it chest as called back, “Love you babe” and watched Jimin disappear into the school building. Oh yeah, Yoongi is definitely getting his reward back for sure. ===============================================================================   Okay, so approximately four to five hours later things may not have been going according to plan. Yoongi had planned an easy day, putting maximum effort into the last hour of the day when they had Mr. Lee so that Jimin would be in a good mood when they went to his house for the project after student council. And then boom, after some cuddling and subtle kissing, maybe just maybe… But nooo, no, no, no. Yoongi just had to end up in the principal’s office by lunch and he just had to have a detention slip sitting on the desk, waiting to be signed by yours truly, Min Yoongi himself. Because Yoongi may or may not have seen some guy with a crap haircut (Yoongi thinks it might be the friend of the tiny drug dealer he stole from) and he may have somewhat shoved a teacher out of the way in order to better keep an eye on the two (Yoongi is not one of those jealous boyfriends alright, he swears the guy tried grabbing Jimin’s butt at one point). And so now he’s here, staring at his principal, cursing impulse and drug dealers with bad haircuts. “I must say Mr. Min, I think it’s a new record that you’ve gone an entire semester without being in my office,” the principal said. “That’s cause I’m a good kid boss,” Yoongi said leaning back in the chair. “I don’t belong here. I demand a lawyer, this violates the Constitution.” The principal raised his eyebrows but didn’t object, sliding a pen across the desk in a silent order for Yoongi to sign the detention slip. Sighing, Yoongi did as he was told. “Tell me Mr. Min, why did you push Mr. Boyle?” “Because some greasy guy with a bad haircut was feeling up my boyfriend John!” Yoongi said. The principal raised his eyebrows and Yoongi quickly said, “I mean, Mr. Lewis.” “Nevertheless Mr. Min, you simply can not push people, students or faculty, just because you see someone ‘feeling up your boyfriend’,” Mr. Lewis said putting air quotes around the last phrase of the sentence. “You’re to stay for detention this afternoon. See to it that it doesn’t happen again.” Solemnly grunting in agreement, Yoongi got up and left the principal’s office, scowling at the smirk on Jung Hoseok’s face as he walked by. Fucking office worker, Yoongi thought bitterly. Goody two-shoes, no good- “So Yoongi hyung,” Hoseok said, matching strides with him and following him out the office. “I take by the look on your face you’ve finally gotten suspended? No need to worry about Jimin if you did, I’ll take good care of him.” “Fuck off Happy Feet, I just got detention,” Yoongi sneered. “Why are you even following me, you’re supposed to be in the office.” “Well, surprise, surprise, when you do as you’re told teachers could give less of a crap about what you do or where you’re going,” Hoseok smirked. “Besides, it’s lunch time.” Yoongi abruptly stopped and faced Hoseok, irritation evident on his face. “Can you like, go harass someone else. Maybe Kim Taehyung, he’s like obsessed with you. Like how you are with Jimin, except you’re too dense to notice. Not to mention, Taehyung is slightly less cringeworthy.” “Oh please,” Hoseok scoffed. “Tae does not like me, we’ve been friends since middle school. I think I know what Taehyung’s like when he has a crush.” “Good, then go find him,”Yoongi said sweetly. “He’ll be absolutely thrilled. Now beat it you Oblivious Dancing Care Bear before I beatyou.” Though the expression on Hoseok’s was anything but fearful, the quick pace at which the boy walked away was enough to leave Yoongi satisfied. Yoongi trudged back to the cafeteria, taking note of how much more the space had cleared out as he took back his seat with Namjoon and Jin. The two looked up at him, seemingly asking with their eyes, detention? Yoongi irritably threw down the yellow slip, glaring at Namjoon as he burst into laughter. “Oh shut up Joon,” Yoongi growled. “Where the hell are Jimin and Taehyung. And that sophomore brat that follows them around.” “Jimin and Jungkook went to go do some student council stuff and Taehyung went to art to harass the teacher for more paint,” Jin said. “Hm, guess Care Bear’s not gonna find Tae,” Yoongi said before leaning forward towards Namjoon, frantically whispering, “Namjoon, the plan has gone AWOL.” “What are you talking about?” he said. “And back up, you smell like you just lit one up.” “Did you expect me to smell like guns and roses?” Yoongi said in disbelief. “But whatever, I have detention guys,detention.” “What else is new,” Jin said cracking open a water bottle and taking a sip. “That’stwo hours now instead of the previous thirty! We get out at three and both our parents will be home by five! My plan is ruined!” Yoongi moaned. “You could just, you know, do as Jimin tells you,” Namjoon said raising an eyebrow. “ You’re already whipped as it is.” “I am not whipped,you’re whipped.” “Oh really? You quit smoking after Jimin broke down in tears that one day because he thought you would die from lung cancer, your GPA is like a 3.6 compared to last year’s 2.5 since Jimin religiously makes you study on threat of you not getting any for extended periods of time (hence the current predicament), you write him songs like he’s the only subject on this earth you can write songs about, every time Jimin pouts and says ‘Please hyung’ you pretty much sell your soul to him and kiss the ground he walks on, you do nothing short of tremble in fear of Jimin discovering you’ve gotten in trouble, and every time the choir has a concert, you ‘volunteer’ to accompany them on piano when necessary. Like I don’t know what they’re gonna do next year without you-” “Okay fine, I’m whipped, whatever” Yoongi said throwing his hands in the air. “You know what you’re right, I’ll just-” Yoongi suddenly grew silent, thinking deeply about something unknown to Jin and Namjoon before he triumphantly yelled out, “I’ve got it! See ya boys!” and ran from the cafeteria, the bell signaling to go to the next class following after. ===============================================================================   “So I hear you’ve got detention? What did you do this time hyung,” Jimin said, standing in front of Yoongi’s desk in the back. Yoongi scoffed, leaning forward and shaking his head in disbelief, “What’s detention?” “Hyung.” “I may or may not have pushed a teacher.” “Yoongi, that’s assault on a teacher! You could’ve been expelled!” JImin cried in shock. “But all I got was this ugly yellow slip so we’re good!” Yoongi said quickly, frowning at the pout that had settled onto Jimin’s face. “Babe?” “You were so excited about doing the project later and now we have to wait for two whole hours,” Jimin said grimly. “I’ll text mom and let her know you’re staying for-” “No!” Yoongi said quickly, causing Jimin to raise an eyebrow. “I mean, um, as much as I’d love staying for dinner, my mom is going to try and cook for once and I should be there, just in case, you know, we get food poisoning.” “That sounds like a reason you wouldn’t want to be there,” Jimin said crossing his arms. “Are you sure?” “Yeah! Yeah,” Yoongi said. “It’s moral support, if I don’t believe in her, no one will. But, um, tell you what, how about we go...to the library, after I get out?” “The library closes at six hyung,” Jimin pouted. “We’ll only have an hour.” “We have this class period!” Yoongi said encouragingly, reaching out for Jimin’s hands. “Come on, sit down, we already know we’re partners.” “Does anyone sit here?” Jimin asked. “No,” Yoongi said, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the desk. “Don’t worry Minnie, we’re going to get shit done okay? We’re going to plan the absolutefuck out of this and even if we don’t get everything done, we still have all next week for that one hundred and five.” Seeing the way Jimin smiled at Yoongi’s reassurance made the blonde admit to himself that yes, maybe he did care a little bit about this project for real (and not just about using the activity as a means of getting laid). When the bell rang, Mr. Lee began calling out partners, Hoseok looking back at Jimin in confusion and nodding in understanding when the orange-haired boy pointed at Yoongi (and proceeding to slap Yoongi on the shoulder when said boyfriend stuck his tongue out at Hoseok). “Alright class, I’ll be giving the class time from today until next Thursday to work,” Mr. Lee announced. “Friday you’ll turn in your essays and present your powerpoints, one essay per group of course. Feel free to ask questions.” A low hum started in the classroom as the students began to work (or really, talk and play on their phones, because really, who actually works in class during group projects) and Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s arm. “Hyung! Tae and Hoseok-hyung are partners!” Jimin sighed dreamily. Yoongi raised an eyebrow and looked at the two, quickly losing interest and reading the handout that had been passed out at the beginning of class. “Yeah, cute, now maybe Hoseok can finally lay off you and get with Taehyung. That guy’s head is thicker than my-” “Hyung!” Jimin cried, covering his mouth. Yoongi raised an eyebrow, gently moving Jimin’s hand away and saying, “I was just going to say my AP Chem book? What were you thinking?” The younger boy’s cheeks grew beet red as he sputtered out a string of nonsense, trying desperately to defend himself. Yoongi smiled fondly at him, running his fingers through Jimin’s hair before saying, “How about I do the essay this time hm?” “You want to do the essay?” Jimin asked in disbelief, cheeks still slightly red. “I’m starting to think you aren’t my Yoongi hyung.” “Oh come on, you know I’m good at writing,” Yoongi said. “Raps are different, that’s like poems, this is a research and analysis essay,” Jimin said pointedly. “But I won’t stop you hyung, just let me review it when you write it okay? And do not wait until the last minute, okay?” As the two further planned their assignment, Jimin drawing an outline of the information they would include in their powerpoint and essay, Yoongi realized something about Jimin: Jimin really liked it when Yoongi was serious about school. Like really liked it. Or at least he thought so, if the way Jimin was pressed against his side, hand resting on his thigh as Yoongi spoke had any indication of it. “Hyung,” Jimin purred, dragging his fingers lightly along Yoongi’s thigh. “I’m seriously impressed. At this rate, I might lift your punishment today.” “Today?” Yoongi asked eagerly. “Mmhmm,” Jimin grinned, biting his lip. “But, only if you finish your brainstorming for this, at least by time you leave detention if not by time the bell rings.” “Hoseok told you about me getting detention didn’t he.” “He sure did!” “That fucking overzealous tap dancing penguin.” ===============================================================================   “Jimin-hyung, is there anything else I can do for you?” Said boy ran a hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling in thought before smiling at Jungkook and shaking his head. “You’re good to go Kookie. I’ll stay behind and clean up the student council room okay?” “Are you sure hyung?” Jungkook said picking up his backpack, doe-like eyes wide with concern. “I know you went home really late earlier this week.” Jimin bit back the desire to gush at simply how adorable his underclassman was before waving a hand dismissively. “I’m the president kiddo, I should at least do this much, right? Besides, I wouldn’t want my adorable secretary to lose sleep hm?” Jungkook looked down shyly at his shoes before nodding quickly, grinning broadly at Jimin. “Alright hyung, then I’ll see you Monday. Try not to stay too late okay?” “Alright, get home safely okay Kookie?” Jimin called over his shoulder, already setting to work on organizing the club room as Jungkook called out a brisk good bye and left. Once alone in the student council room, Jimin sighed and dropped into his chair, closing his eyes for a second and relishing in the soothing hum of the air conditioner. His mind drifted back to Yoongi, a small smile smoothing onto his face as he recalled his boyfriend’s uncanny enthusiasm towards school that day. Truthfully, the only things Yoongi was ever enthusiastic about was playing piano, going on dates, and insulting Hoseok, so this was a nice change of pace. Though, Jimin had never truly believed that Yoongi didn’t care about school; after all, arts programs tended to like students with skill in the arts and in academics. And there was no doubt in his mind that Yoongi was smart -especially with how long Namjoon and Jin have been around. It was simply a question of motivation. Before they’d started dating, Yoongi literally only slept in class and took the tests (an unfortunate result of practicing piano and composing all night, sleeping all day and then cramming the entire night before; Jimin made Yoongi promise he won’t do this in college), passing with a B or C. So yes, seeing Yoongi pass with nearly straight A’s -especially in some AP courses- this year was extremely satisfying, and even more so since he was expressing enthusiasm. Jimin opened his eyes, sighing at the time that only read 3:32. It would be another hour and a half before Yoongi got out of detention and there really was no point in waiting around. Soon, the only place that would be unlocked in the school would be the room where detention was held and the door furthest from the parking lot, so if Jimin was going to go home, now was the time. Jimin straightened the chairs around the table, shaking his head at the unruliness of the other council members and took up a broom, quickly sweeping the expanse of the room so that any noticeable papers or trash wouldn’t be left for their sponsor’s class on Monday. Emptying the trash into the trashcan, he quickly erased the doodles and notes from the meeting off the board, grabbed his backpack, and made for the exit. Just as he turned to leave, he nearly ran face first into a body, yelping in surprise and jumping back as far as he could. “Oh, Jimin,” Yoongi smirked, leaning against the lockers. “What’s up?” “Hyung, y-you’re supposed to be in detention!” Jimin scolded. “Go back!” “What fun would that be?” Yoongi frowned. “Not glad to see me sunshine?” “Of course I’m glad, I just don’t want you to get in trouble,” Jimin hissed, looking frantically down both ends of the hallway. “Did Jungkook see you?” “He visibly trembles when I come near him,” Yoongi said dismissively. “Jungkook wouldn’t snitch.” “Jungkook snitched on some kid writing on the bathroom stalls,” Jimin said. “Everyone writes on the bathroom stalls. Even I write on the bathroom stalls.” “Talk about about a tiny Hoseok,” Yoongi grumbled, gasping slightly in shock when Jimin grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him inside the classroom he’d planned on leaving. Yoongi looked around the dark room with raised eyebrows, the only light coming from a large window on the far side of the wall that overlooked the school’s soccer field. “Wow, Jimin, I knew I was getting off punishment, but so soon?” “Get your head out the gutter,” Jimin snapped, closing the door and locking the door. “I’m just trying to help you here. How did you even get permission to leave anyway?” “Well you see, the monitor for it was that old librarian lady and she was kinda dozing off,” Yoongi said. “So I just said, ‘Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom’ and she didn’t really wake up, just kinda hummed so I took that as a yes and high-tailed it out of there.” “Oh myGod,” Jimin said burying his face in his hands. “What if she wakes up hyung!” “Jimin, I’ve been in this game for years, I think I can ditch detention without any problems,” Yoongi said rolling his eyes and sitting on top of the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. “Literally nobody signs in to detention for reasons like this, except, I managed to steal back the copy of my detention slip, so that way when she thinks someone’s missing, she won’t even have a record of me being there.” Jimin stared at Yoongi in disbelief, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. “God you’re impossible.” “Impossibly genius, yes,” Yoongi grinned. “What, no praise? I did this so I could see you and give you the two hours of schoolwork you wanted.” Jimin smiled, narrowing his eyes at Yoongi (and making the older feel uncomfortably scrutinized) and walking towards the younger slowly until he stood between his legs. “I know you Min Yoongi,” JImin smirked. “You did this to get off punishment, didn’t you?” “Ditch detention?” Yoongi scoffed. “Wha-” “You don’t care about the project, do you,” Jimin said softly, looking at Yoongi and daring him to lie. “Well, I kind of cared about that the moment he made us partners,” Yoongi said slowly. A disbelieving look from Jimin pushed him to say, “Okay fine, maybe it took until this morning. Or lunch. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, I do actually care about your grade sunshine. If it’ll make you happy, I’d take every AP course this school and work my ass off to ace them all. Though you’re right about that punishment thing. Ask Namjoon if you want.” Jimin hummed, smiled, and stepped back, looking at Yoongi before grinning suggestively and saying, “Well if you want, we can go home right now hyung.” Yoongi raised his eyebrows in shock, seemingly asking, really? With his eyes and Jimin nodded, adding on, “I won’t make you suffer too much hyung, I love you after all.” Yoongi smiled softly before jerking his head at the door, “I’ll get caught for sure if we leave Minnie, you know that.” The unspoken suggestion lingered unnoticed in the air by Jimin, silence sitting between them before Jimin paled and sternly said, “No way, I am not encouraging your exhibitionist kink hyung!” Pushing himself off the desk, Yoongi strode over to Jimin, grinning as the younger boy stepped away frantically with each step Yoongi took. “Oh come on Jiminie, you let me do it that one time we were in the public library.” “You did that!” Jimin snapped, pulling a chair out in front of him in a half- hearted attempt to keep Yoongi away. Said blonde stared at the chair before plopping down in it, much to the outrage of Jimin. “Hyung, get up!” “Come on Minnie,” Yoongi said, looking back and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Sit in hyung’s lap.” “No. Way.” Yoongi lashed out and grabbed Jimin’s wrist, ignoring Jimin’s yelp of surprise and drawing his hand to his lips, kissing the base of Jimin’s palms. “Come here Jimin-ah,” Yoongi said softly, his lowered an octave and suddenly sounding heavy with arousal. Biting his lip, Jimin glanced at the door before moving closer toward Yoongi, allowing himself to be drawn onto his boyfriend’s lap. “Just this once okay hyung?” Jimin said quietly, his cheeks reddening when he realized just how close their faces were. Yoongi grinned, brushing his nose against Jimin’s and nipping lightly at his bottom lip, chuckling softly at the small gasp Jimin let out. “No promises,” Yoongi whispered against his lips before he caught Jimin’s mouth with his, resting his hands on the younger’s hips and massaging circles into them. Jimin shuddered beneath Yoongi’s fingertips, cupping Yoongi’s face in his hands and eventually threading his fingers through his hair, gently dragging his dull nails along Yoongi’s scalp. Groaning low in his throat at the action, Yoongi bit at Jimin’s bottom lip, taking the moment that Jimin gasped (God Yoongi loved those little gasps) to moved his tongue into the other’s mouth, finding the younger’s with practiced ease and moaning softly at the returned vigor. A small whine eased from Jimin’s throat as Yoongi slid his hands underneath his boyfriend’s shirt, stroking and massaging the toned, smooth skin. He maneuvered his hands to Jimin’s stomach, relishing in the feeling of the definition of Jimin’s abs under his fingers. Already, Jimin was getting restless from Yoongi’s hands against his skin, his breathing coming in short pants against his mouth and his hips already grinding helplessly into Yoongi’s. With one last bite to Jimin’s lip, Yoongi pulled away, briefly taking in the hazy look in his eyes, the saturated red flush on his cheeks, and his shiny, full lips before moving his hands back down to his hips and moving his lips to his neck, brushing them along the soft, unblemished skin there. Jimin shivered, whining pitifully as he tried to grind down on the stiffening bulge in Yoongi’s pants only to be restricted by the tight grip Yoongi had on his hips. “H-hyung,” Jimin pleaded. “Quit taking s-so long, someone might walk by and-” Jimin was cut off by his own strangled moan, produced by Yoongi suddenly sinking his teeth into the younger boy’s neck. Yoongi snaked one hand up from Jimin’s waist and into his hair, fingers curling into the sunset-colored strands and pulling gently, eliciting another moan from the boy in his lap, this time louder. “Keep quiet Jiminie,” Yoongi teased, pulling away from the area he’d bitten. He looked at the bright red mark for a second before drawing his tongue over it and pressing his lips against it. “Wouldn’t want anyone to walk by and hear you would?” he murmured against the bruised skin. Jimin only moaned softly in response, basking in the pleasure of suckling the skin of his neck, leaving behind angry red marks that would be sure to disappear by time they both went home. Frustrated, Jimin weakly attempted to push Yoongi’s leather jacket off, only managing to move it past his shoulders. Smirking into his neck, Yoongi moved his hands off of Jimin’s hips to shrug his jacket off, tossing the garment onto the floor and returning his hands to Jimin’s hips, only to have them gently pushed off. Confused, Yoongi looked up at Jimin, his breath catching at the mischievous, sultry look his boyfriend was giving him; the younger put his hands on his shoulders, gently pushing Yoongi back until his back was pressed against the back of the seat. “Jimin?” Yoongi questioned but was silenced with a finger to his lips. Yoongi already knew what was going to happen even without receiving an answer. Watching intently as Jimin slid off his lap and sank to his knees, Yoongi couldn’t help the shiver that skittered down his spine and the sharp gasp he took at the feeling of Jimin’s hands brushing all over the front of his pants. “Try not to be too loud hyung,” Jimin whispered, brushing his lips over the firm bulge in Yoongi’s pants before catching the zipper in his teeth. “Fuck, Jimin,” Yoongi groaned, lolling his head back. Without needing to look he could already feel Jimin pulling the zipper down with his teeth, plump lips brushing teasingly along the rigid form of his cock. Yoongi lifted his hips as Jimin pulled on the waist of his pants, pulling the two layers down to Yoongi’s knees. Jimin gazed in awe at his boyfriend’s cock, breath caught as his eyes traced the veins on the sides and the precum glistening at the tip just waiting to drip down. Jimin’s eyes flicked up seeing Yoongi’s head still thrown back, his chest rising and falling steadily as if he were calm, but the flexing of his hands at his sides saying otherwise. Mind foggy with desire already, Jimin wasted no time in wrapping his hand around Yoongi’s girth, flattening his tongue against the side and running it up his length in one long stripe. Rewarded with a throaty moan, Jimin wrapped his lips around the head, pressing his tongue into the tip and shivering at the bitter taste of Yoongi’s precum on his tongue. Yoongi lifted a hand to Jimin’s hair, wrapping his fingers into the soft locks before moaning at the feeling of Jimin slowly taking him deeper into his mouth until the tip just barely touched the back of his throat, a mixture of Jimin’s name and curses spilling out of his mouth. In the back of his mind, behind the fog of lust, Yoongi commended Jimin’s improved ability to deep throat him, after all, not everyone is born with a essentially nonexistent gag reflex. Vaguely aware of himself panting and gasping at the feeling of Jimin bobbing his head back and forth on Yoongi’s length, tongue working on the underside and tip of his cock and curling around it in a way that made Yoongi’s tighten his fingers into Jimin’s hair. Yoongi tipped his head forward, looking down and getting the wind knocked out of him at the sight of his boyfriend on his knees, lips wrapped lewdly around his cock as if it were a popsicle, staring straight up at him with a cloudy, disoriented look as if he’d been waiting for Yoongi to start watching him. Jimin’s eyelids fluttered closed, his forehead scrunching up in pleasure as he moaned low in his throat, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder. Yoongi grits his teeth together, growling from his chest at the vibration of Jimin voice around his cock and resisting the urge to push Jimin further onto his dick. Instead, he watches the rhythm of Jimin’s bobbing back and forth, saliva coating his dick and frothing in certain areas only to be spread around by Jimin’s hand working around the base. Watching Jimin work as well as feeling it was already too much, Yoongi desperately trying not to lose it and randomly come down Jimin’s throat with no warning, but dear God, he was pretty sure that Jimin was stroking himself in time with each suck and Yoongi swears he would’ve come the moment he laid eyes on that if Jimin hadn’t suddenly stopped, looking up at Yoongi with swollen, spit slick lips and hooded, teary eyes, a thin line of saliva connecting Jimin’s lips to Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi gaped in shock, eyes flicking down to where Jimin’s hand was still furiously stroking himself. “H-hyung,” Jimin said, hiccuping slightly. “P-please fuck me Yoongi-hyung.” Closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose (because seriously, Yoongi would not be able to hold back if he stared at Jimin for too long), he pushed himself off the chair, kicking off his pants and underwear and kneeled in front of Jimin, cupping the back of Jimin’s neck with one hand and prying the furiously jerking, slick hand away from his neglected cock. Jimin whined, hips pushing into the air in need of some pressure. Smirking, Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, murmuring to him, “Let hyung take care of you, okay Jimin-ah?” The younger whimpered softly, gasping and moaning as Yoongi took him in his hands and began to stroke him slowly, wrist twisting on every upstroke. Yoongi stared lovingly at Jimin’s expression, contorted in pleasure as Yoongi stroked faster, the younger of the two trembling and throwing his head back, crying out for Yoongi to hurry and take him. In all honesty, Yoongi would’ve gladly done so right then and there when he’d asked, if only Jimin hadn’t suddenly froze, grabbing Yoongi’s wrist in a vice-like grip and staring at him like a deer in headlights. “Wha-?Jimin-” “Shh!” Jimin said, sounding out of breath. “Do you hear that?” Yoongi concentrated, a thrill of fear and excitement rushing through him at the faint sound of footsteps approaching. After all, though Yoongi would never explicitly say so, the idea of getting off in a public place was nothing but appealing to him and the only thing that could rival or even best the euphoria of sex itself, was the sensation added along at the thought of someone coming across him and Jimin at their most intimate and vulnerable. So of course, he thought nothing of it. Jimin, on the other hand… “Hyung! Get up, fucking get up! We are going home! Hurry up, stuff your dick back into your pants!” Jimin hissed, scrambling to his feet and wildly tucking himself back into his pants. “Jimin,” Yoongi chuckled. “You’re freaking out way too much. Just-” “Do nottell me to calm down!” Jimin whispered furiously. “We can have blue balls for the rest of the day for all I care! Now stuff that shit back in your pants or I’ll cut it off!” Yoongi paled visibly, before doing as he was told, grumbling to himself. Jimin wildly wiped at his mouth, and straightened his clothes and hair, quietly fussing about how much of Yoongi’s fault this was and how if he had just stayed in detention, this wouldn’t be happening. “Jimin, literally no one walked in,” Yoongi said rolling his eyes and grabbing his backpack off the ground and slinging an arm around his boyfriend who was peeking cautiously out of the door. “It’s fine. If you act like you’ve done something bad, then people are going to think you did something bad.” “We did do something bad!” Jimin said frantically, stepping out into the hall once he verified the coast was clear. “How can you be so calm?” “...Did you really just ask me that?” “Right.” “Also, this fucking hurts,” Yoongi complained. “You could’ve at least-” Jimin glared daggers at Yoongi, daring him to breathe another word. Yoongi’s clamped his mouth shut, not speaking anymore as they walked side by side. Yoongi watched Jimin and chuckled at his little flinches every time he thought he heard a sound, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Jiminie?” “What.” “I love you.” “Shut up hyung.” ***** ANNOUNCEMENT: Upcoming Sequel/Prequel! ***** Hi guys! So first things first, I wanted to thank you all so much for all the sweet comments and great support for this work! It was my first time being in a fic exchange and writing something for someone specifically, so I was a bit nervous about how it would be received, but I'm so glad that everyone enjoyed it (even if I did cut off the smut early)! So there were quite a few comments about creating a sequel and even interest in seeing how Yoongi and Jimin's relationship got to this point and after a lot of thought and planning, I decided to write a Yoonmin prequel AND a potential sequel for a side ship in the story (a gold star to whoever can figure it out, though I think it's fairly obvious)! Both works will be multi-chapter, and in case you didn't notice, I've added this work to a series, so it won't be too hard to find ;) So yeah, the prequel is called Bad Apples Can Fall Pretty Far, and I hope that everyone will enjoy it as much as they enjoyed this one!   End Notes *-it's a pun on Dennis the Menace Don't ask how Jimin heard footsteps, he just did (paranoid af) Thank you for reading and dealing with my poor smut! I appreciate comments a lot~ Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!