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There was nothing weirder, Namjoon thought, than accidentally walking past one of his group members in a place they had no reason to be. It was even stranger if they were alone. 

That’s why, when he came across Jimin sitting in the cafeteria of the Big Hit Entertainment building, by himself, Namjoon stopped to spy on him shamelessly. 

Curled over a book, with a deep frown of concentration on his face, Jimin scribbled furiously.

There were so many places for Jimin to write. Why would he choose here?

For a few seconds, Namjoon merely watched, intrigued by Jimin's intense focus, nibbling on his pen, and then scribbling again.

"Jimin-ah!" He called out, causing Jimin to jump in his seat and slam his book shut. 

All Jimin’s attempts at looking casual fell flat. He had no food or anything else he could pretend to be busy with, so he just floundered about, trying to hide his pens. 

"Hyung! Hi!" He said, with too much cheer to be sincere. He looked like a teen who was caught writing in their journal, trying to slide the book under his elbow and leaning on it suspiciously. 

Uninvited, Namjoon pulled out a chair and took a seat.

They both held each other’s gaze in silence. 

"You know," Namjoon started, "Jungkookie is also working really hard to improve his English. Why don't you study together?"

Jimin sighed at having been figured out so easily. "We tried. We distract each other. It's bad."

Namjoon found that easy to imagine. He pulled the notebook closer to him and Jimin clawed at it frantically but a little too slow.

Good

좋아

Better

더 좋아

Best

재일 좋아 / 최고 

"Good, better, best,"  Namjoon read aloud. 

"Why do they say 'better' ? Why not just 'more good' and 'most good' , like Korean? It's easier," Jimin complained, looking and sounding at his wit’s end. 

"Because English is like that sometimes. You just have to learn the rules. Korean also has a different word for best, right?" 

Jimin huffed, annoyed that Namjoon was right. "It's still stupid." 

Namjoon flipped through a few more pages, eyes scanning the neat handwriting quickly. The other day, Jimin had asked him the difference between ‘imagine’ and ‘envision’. But this notebook was filled with notes of simple language rules.

"Jimin, you know all of this. I know you do," Namjoon said, tossing the notebook carelessly back at him. "We learnt all of this at school. The only way you're going to get better is by speaking."

Jimin groaned and head-desked with his arms thrown out helplessly. “I don’t want to," he whined. 

"Well, Boss Baby isn't going to help."

Jimin looked up, blushing, and then hid his face against the desk again. "You saw that?" 

"Took me a while to figure out that you were watching without subtitles. I thought you just really liked it," Namjoon said, recalling the peculiarly large number of times he saw Jimin watching that animated movie on the plane.

Jimin shoved him, embarrassed but Namjoon wasn't deterred. 

"Are the company tutors not helping? Do you see them? Do you do what they tell you to do?" 

Jimin flipped his notebook open again. "This," he gestured at the tables of vocabulary, "This is what they're telling me to do." 

"Maybe you need to have more conversations with them. Just regular conversations whenever you can," Namjoon suggested even though he knew what it was like. There simply wasn't enough time for the members to get enough practice with the company tutors amidst their busy schedules. 

That only solidified the newly formed idea in his head. It would help Jimin a lot to practice with him. They had more time together, after all, than Jimin would have with an official tutor. 

"Hyung, it's hard," Jimin whined petulantly. 

Namjoon knew Jimin wasn't one to back down from something simply because it was difficult. "You think I don't know that? You think Hyung wasn't exactly where you are at some point, Jiminie?"

Jimin listened with his eyes focused intently on Namjoon yet he still managed to somehow look sorry for himself. 

“I was afraid of making a mistake and embarrassing myself,” Namjoon continued. “And you know what? That fear was valid. I made a lot of mistakes. And I embarrassed myself a ton. Some of it is immortalized on video,” Namjoon’s eyes grew glazed. Behind them, a memory reel of some of his worst English moments began to roll.

“You know, Hyung, that is somehow easy to believe,” Jimin said, pulling Namjoon out of his stupor with a teasing smile.

“What I’m trying to say is, it’s not the same as performing. You can’t wait for your English to be perfect before using it. You just have to speak, make mistakes, and learn from them.”

“Yes but,” Jimin huffed, sounding annoyed even though Namjoon knew he was only scared. “Those mistakes are going to be in front of millions of people. Or DJ Khaled.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. DJ Khaled had said “Yo” to Jimin and Jimin had said, “Yes.” And then ran away.

 “Jimin, what you find embarrassing, others find endearing. Besides, we’ve all embarrassed ourselves enough in front of Army. And you’re doing this for them, right? They’ll love your English no matter what.”

“But-”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know you’re cute Jimin." Namjoon shut down whatever Jimin's objection was going to be. "We’re all tired of it. We know you know.”

Jimin glitched for a second, at the aggressive compliment that came out of nowhere but he also recovered quickly and turned on his charm. “You think I’m cute, Hyung?” He teased, cupping his chin in a dramatic display of aegyo. 

Namjoon put a large hand over Jimin’s entire face and pushed him away. “Save it for the camera.”

Jimin just smiled, laughing to himself at his own silliness. 

“You’re good, Jimin. I know you are,” Namjoon began again, bringing the topic of conversation back to the English struggle. “All you need now is confidence.” He flagged down a waiter, ordering iced Americanos for the both of them.

Jimin was incredibly bright and a hard worker. Anyone could tell him that but Jimin’s highschool grades proved it. They also proved that Jimin’s English skills were above decent. 

Unfortunately the Korean schooling system, Namjoon knew from experience, did not encourage speaking or listening. A graduate could leave high school with the ability to solve complex problems in English and even write intellectual essays but without the confidence to hold a verbal conversation.

“You know how sometimes you can’t hit a certain note, just because you’re scared of not hitting it? This is kind of the same.”

Jimin narrowed his eyes dubiously but he looked like he was at least giving it some thought. Confidence had helped his singing a lot so he should understand how it might help his English too.

“Fine,” Jimin said reluctantly. “How do I get more confident?”

Their iced Americanos arrived and Namjoon pushed one of the cups towards Jimin.

“Practice. Speak more," Namjoon replied curtly.

“To whom?” Jimin complained, with a loud groan of aggravation.

Namjoon offered him his most winning smile. “Me.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Oh. Uh, okay. When?”

"Right now.”

“Now?” Jimin whisper-shrieked, before lowering himself to hide behind his coffee. 

“Yes. English time,” Namjoon declared. “Let’s go!”

Jimin got a familiar look of fear on his face. Something in Korea that was known as “English Nausea”.

When approached by a foreigner, it was the paralyzing anxiety caused by knowing you may be required to converse in English. Jimin had that exact look of horror on his face.

Namjoon was careful to start with something simple but still challenging. None of that hi how are you I’m fine my name is Jimin bullshit.

“Jimin you are talented,” Namjoon began. Short, simple and also true.  

“Oh! Thank you,” Jimin said carefully and then added suddenly, “You too. You are talented.”

Namjoon smiled. It was hard not to. Jimin was cute. He also looked terribly uncomfortable with not calling Namjoon “hyung” and it was humorous to see. 

“You are more talented,” Namjoon replied. From what he saw, Jimin had just been studying comparative adjectives, so this seemed like a good direction to go. Good, better best. 

Jimin looked like he wanted to say something but was stuck. Namjoon felt bad. 

"You can say it in Korean." 

Jimin's shoulders relaxed a bit. "I just have a question. Why isn't it talented-er?"

"Syllables. It has more than one syllable so we have to use more and most. Talented-er is hard to say, right?"

"Everything in English is hard to say," Jimin muttered. "And with the writing, you can't tell how many syllables there are supposed to be.” He stared off across the mostly empty tables, into the far distance. “The older I grow, the more respect I have for King Sejong the Great. He is indeed great." 

Namjoon gave the table a couple of hits with his hand to wake Jimin up. "Too much Korean. Break over."

Jimin frowned wordlessly. Namjoon found it adorable how quiet he got during English time and how hard he concentrated. 

He brought them back to where they were in the conversation with ease. "You're more talented than I am, Jimin."

"You are m-ost? Most talented?" Jimin replied with uncertainty. He knew a lot more English than he was using but Namjoon chalked it up to nerves. 

"Good. That was good."  

Jimin seemed to shrink, as if he was talking to a stranger. "Thank you."

In English, Jimin's responses were a bit more limited which meant that sometimes he just had to accept the compliment because thank you was the easiest thing to say. It made Namjoon smile. It was going to be really easy to build Jimin's confidence like this.

Maybe he was pushing it but Namjoon decided to test his theory. He just wanted to see if Jimin really would accept a compliment without a snarky comeback. 

"Jimin, you're cute."  

Jimin opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but at the last minute he remembered he was supposed to be speaking in English and he froze. "Thank you."

Namjoon brought his hands together in a single clap.“I think that’s enough for today.”

Jimin let out a long breath that it looked like he had been holding for hours. “That’s it?”

“Not so bad was it?”

“I guess not.”

“You did well Jimin. I’m very impressed.”

______

Most of the practice sessions happened in Namjoon’s studio. They weren’t anything like a structured lesson. Namjoon tried to create a relaxed atmosphere where they could just have a short, casual conversation in English.

But Jimin, being the academic person he was, arrived with a notebook and a pen, sat up straight like he was in a formal class, and raised his hand in the middle of the conversation when he had a question that he wanted to ask in Korean.

Naturally, Namjoon ended up feeling a lot more like a teacher than he planned. 

To counter that, he would sometimes try and catch Jimin off guard with an English question at arbitrary moments. 

When Namjoon found Jimin in the dorm kitchen, making a cup of coffee, he decided to throw out a casual, “What you doing there Jimin?”

Jimin dropped his spoon and let out an annoyed, “Hyung!” To his credit, he answered in English, eventually. “I’m busy. I’m cooking,” he said, bending to pick up the spoon that Namjoon made him drop.

It may not have been the most accurate answer but it was still pretty good considering how suddenly Namjoon had sprung the question on him. 

“What’re you cooking?”

Jimin paused at that, realizing his mistake. Namjoon could practically see his brain whirring as he tried to correct it. “I am making. Making coffee”

“Good. That was good Jimin!” Namjoon exclaimed with pride and Jimin dropped his spoon again. “I’ll see you later,” Namjoon said awkwardly, leaving Jimin to his coffee-making. 

“Yes,” Jimin replied in English, as he often did when he didn’t know what else to say. It made Namjoon pause in the doorway. 

“You can say ‘cool’. It’s more natural, more casual.”

Having thought Namjoon already left, Jimin looked up, surprised. “Doesn’t ‘ cool’ mean something is cool [멋진]?”

“Not always. It can also be used like, okay, I understand, good, that’s nice,” Namjoon explained. 

“Cool,” Jimin replied with a playful smile.

“Yeah, cool.”

Namjoon laughed and Jimin giggled with him.

______

Seeing Jimin relax was great. He wasn’t scared of making mistakes because he knew Namjoon wouldn’t laugh. He said what he wanted to say whether it came out perfectly or not. 

Namjoon was so proud of his progress, but whenever he tried to express it, Jimin would seize up. Like a venus fly trap. His mouth would close tightly into a straight line and his eyes would widen and it looked very much like some kind of panic attack.

Namjoon tried to fix it with more reassurances but he only seemed to make it worse. “Jimin, I mean it. You’re doing great.”

Jimin shifted in his seat, looking a bit light-headed. 

Namjoon had heard of English Nausea but he had never seen someone look so physically ill from it. And Namjoon thought they had progressed far past that. But here Jimin was, face as red as a tomato. 

Namjoon wasn’t usually one for skinship but he thought that placing a hand on top of Jimin’s might help ground him.

The opposite happened. Jimin looked like he was floating away.

“Alright, Jiminie. Let’s take a bit of a break, okay?”

Jimin nodded but he seemed to be turning purple like he had forgotten to breathe.

“Or uh,” Namjoon changed his mind, “Let’s just carry on tomorrow? You don’t look well.”

“I’m fine,” Jimin responded, two octaves higher than was normal. 

Namjoon sent him home anyway.

______

At the beginning, Jimin asked a lot of questions. As was expected of an all-A student. 

“If it’s spelt with an ‘o’ then why don’t we say it like an ‘o’?”

“Why isn’t the past tense of eat, ‘eated’ ?”

But as the lessons went on, Jimin became quieter and quieter. Which, as a language tutor, Namjoon found concerning. That wasn’t supposed to happen. 

The more comfortable Jimin became with English, the more he was supposed to talk. 

Except he was too quiet and not just in English. In Korean too, Jimin was saying less and less during their lessons. 

Some days, Namjoon felt like he was trying to teach a kitten to fetch. He was throwing the ball, but the kitten was just sitting there and blinking its big eyes at him.

Namjoon was confused. Jimin was never like this during American interviews, even when he was put on the spot. Jimin was always his effervescent bubbly charismatic self, regardless of the language. Language simply wasn’t a barrier to him, he had said it himself and also proven it multiple times.

So whatever was causing Jimin to turn red and silent like a strawberry, must have something to do with Namjoon.

“Jimin, we don’t have to do this anymore if it’s stressing you out,” Namjoon said at the start of one of their scheduled English sessions.

“W-why not Hyung? Is it burdensome?” Jimin asked, head tilted downwards but eyes looking up. He looked so much like a kicked puppy in that moment that Namjoon immediately wanted to take back what he said. 

But he couldn’t just ignore the way Jimin appeared to be feeling during their lessons and he could only blame himself, could only assume he must be doing something wrong. 

“I just don’t want this to stress you out,” Namjoon explained as tactfully as he could. 

“It’s not Hyung!" Jimin insisted in earnest. "I’m getting so much better!”

“You are?” Namjoon asked accidentally.

Instantly, Jimin was pouting.

“I mean, you are!” Namjoon corrected himself quickly. But it was too late. He fucked up. He was supposed to be building Jimin’s confidence but he had just brought it crashing down with a single idiotic slip-up.

“I mean it Jimin! You’ve gotten so much better. I just didn’t think you would notice how much you improved because you’re such a perfectionist, you know?” Namjoon went on. Jimin had gone silent again and Namjoon had no idea how to fix it. “I’m serious Jimin. You’re such a quick learner.”

“I am?” Jimin asked quietly.

“Of course!”

“So you’ll still practice with me?” Jimin asked, voice a little shaky with doubt.

“Yes, Jimin! I thought it was you who didn’t want to practice with me,” Namjoon explained. Jimin only looked at him blankly so Namjoon went on. “You impress me more and more every time we meet. You’re doing so well, Jiminie. I couldn’t be more proud.”

“Really?” 

Namjoon didn’t know why Jimin would be so disbelieving when it was something Namjoon told him often. 

“Yes Jimin. You know, I always suspected you were the smartest out of all of us but now I’m pretty certain.”

Jimin’s eyes widened comically. And then, subtly, he slid his large notebook onto his lap.

Oh. 

It dawned on Namjoon like a strong gust of wind clearing the fog.

Without a word, Jimin stood up, book still held against his lap, and made his exit. 

Jimin had a praise kink. He wasn’t stressed or upset or nervous. He was aroused. 

Namjoon was left grinning stupidly like a cheshire cat, alone in his studio. 

He should have been relieved. Which he was. But he also, guiltily, felt like he had found a treasure map. Why was his immediate instinct to start scheming? What was wrong with him?

To Namjoon’s surprise, Jimin returned shortly, looking less red. He sat down coolly and opened his notebook on the table, like he hadn’t walked out without a word a few minutes ago. 

Thankfully, by then, Namjoon had stopped smiling like a goof, because he had no intention of going easy on Jimin. Now that he wasn’t worried about Jimin being ill or emotionally fragile, he would expect the boy to shape up and concentrate during these sessions. 

Jimin needed to participate, even if he was popping a boner every second. Even if he was squirming and writhing and panting. They were there to practice English. Jimin being horny was in no way Namjoon’s fault nor his problem.

“I don’t need to tell you that was rude, do I?” Namjoon asked brusquely.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “I just had to go to the bathroom.” 

“Next time, you ask first. Understood?”

Jimin's eyes darted away and he didn't respond.

“Anyway, where were we?” Namjoon feigned forgetfulness with a devious smile. “Ah yes. I was talking about your progress. And how well you’re doing.”

Jimin fixed him with an adorably frightened look. His short nails picked at the corners of his notebook. “Hyung, don’t.”

“Don’t what? I’m not allowed to tell my favorite student how clever he is?”

“I’m your only student,” Jimin said through clenched teeth, looking frustrated in a harmless sort of way. 

“You can still be my favorite,” Namjoon smiled.

Despite himself, Jimin blushed, bashfully delighted.

______

As dismissive as he had been, Jimin did remember to ask the next time he wanted to use the toilet.

Namjoon sensed it, from the time Jimin started tapping his pen restlessy. But it took another fifteen minutes before Jimin gathered the courage to ask. “Hyung. Can I go to the toilet quickly?”

Namjoon didn’t even look up. “In English.”

Jimin swung his legs in annoyance under the table, whining.

But Namjoon fixed him with a teacher-stare. “I know you know how to.”

Jimin’s cheeks were aflame as he forced the words out. “Please may I go to the toilet?”

“Go. Hurry.”

When Jimin returned, Namjoon had a plan for the rest of the lesson. 

“Jimin, let’s talk about the bathroom,” Namjoon said, fingers steepled as he presented the day’s topic.

Jimin laughed loudly. “What?”

“What to do if you meet someone, maybe a celebrity, maybe Shawn Mendes, in the bathroom.”

Jimin dragged his hands over his face in dread. “Hyung.” That’s all he said, unable to properly express his disbelief at Namjoon’s suggestion.

“I’ll be a celebrity. And you be Jimin, okay?”

Jimin’s face was unimpressed. “I’ll try. But let’s keep in mind that Jimin met Shawn Mendes in the bathroom and said about three words. I hope your expectations are lower than that.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Nonsense. You’ll do great. Come on, I’ll start.”

Jimin sat up straighter in his chair and moved his notebook and pens away so that his brain had more space to expand while he thought. 

Namjoon, in his seat, slouched, trying to look charming and relaxed, like he imagined a celebrity would be. “Oh hey, aren’t you one of those BTS guys?”

Jimin froze. “Yes.”

Despite the lack of reciprocation, Namjoon soldiered on. “Cool, cool. You guys were great out there.”

“Out where?”

Namjoon stifled a chuckle. “On the stage. You got mad stage presence.”

Jimin blushed and smiled. Even though it was only Namjoon playing a role poorly.

“Thanks. My members… they work hard and-”

“Nah man, you. You really shone out there. You stand out a lot, you know that? And when you hit those high notes? Wow.”

Jimin grimaced in distaste, probably at Namjoon’s acting. “Is Shawn Mendes flirting with me in the bathroom, Hyung?”

“English,” Namjoon answered simply.

Jimin frowned, cutely, as he always did when Namjoon reminded him it was English time.

“Fine,” he sighed. “Thank you. I like your music.”

“I like your song Serendipity. Will you sing it for me?”

“Hyung! That’s not English practice!”

“Maybe I just want to hear you sing.”

Jimin slowly slid down in his chair until Namjoon couldn’t see him anymore.

_______

At the end of every session, there was a time allocated for Jimin's questions. He had so many that they got in the way of English practice so it was best that he wrote them down and asked them all at the end. 

“Is there a way to say that cutely?” Jimin asked one day about a fairly ordinary sentence, pointing to the sentence in his book. 

Namjoon could understand why Jimin would ask that. There were lots of ways to make something sound cuter in Korean. In fact, one could make something sound so cute that it became mostly unintelligible. 

Namjoon shrugged. “Everything you say already sounds cute Jimin.”

He wasn’t experimenting with the poor boy, he promised himself. He wasn’t looking for that adorable flustered reaction. But if he happened to get it, he didn’t complain.

"Hyung stop that!" Jimin whined, "I'm serious!" 

Namjoon leaned back. "Okay fine," he held his hand out in encouragement. "Show me how you'd say it." 

Jimin squinted down at his page and read the sentence slowly, eyebrows furrowed. When he reached the end he looked back up at his teacher for feedback. 

"I was right," Namjoon sighed. "That's as cute as it's gonna get."

“I’m leaving,” Jimin huffed and did exactly that. Except he paused in the doorway, turning around to ask one last thing. “Did you mean that?”

“Yes. Now get going,” Namjoon said with an encouraging slap to Jimin's ass to get him moving out the door. 

It was something they all did a lot but Jimin was so tense that he jumped with a strangled yelp and ran away, ears red and visible even as he turned the corner at the end of the hall. 

_______

Jungkook approached Namjoon one day, fuming.

“Hyung! Jimin’s English has gotten so good!” Jungkook lamented as if it were a personal crime against him. “Why didn’t you offer to tutor me?”

“Because you’re doing perfectly fine on your own Jungkook.”

Jungkook beamed at that, his teeth protruding cutely against his bottom lip. 

After a little bit of processing, what Jungkook said finally caught up with Namjoon. “Wait, Jimin talks to you in English?”

“Yeah! All the time,” Jungkook shrugged. “It’s almost annoying. Yesterday he used the word ‘envision’ while he was talking about the government. He even mutters to himself in English sometimes,” Jungkook sounded torn between admiration and jealousy. 

Namjoon frowned. "I- that's odd."

"What do you mean, Hyung?" 

"It sounds like he practices with you more than he does with me," Namjoon explained, a bit disheartened and a lot confused.

“Oh don’t worry about that," Jungkook chuckled with a dismissive wave of his hand. "He thinks it’s hot when you speak English. He’s probably just flustered.”

Namjoon felt like Jungkook had just told him the earth was flat. “Are you kidding?”

“No.”

He was being pranked. There was no other explanation for Jungkook being so casually honest about this. “How would you know something like that?”

“He told me,” Jungkook shrugged. “Jimin’s an open book, Hyung. He gushed about it.”

______

What Jungkook had told him added a whole new dimension to what Namjoon had thought was merely Jimin’s unusual need for approval. 

Jimin didn’t just have a praise kink. He also got flustered when Namjoon spoke English. 

Jimin didn’t have English Nausea. Obviously he didn’t. How else would he have successfully made it through so many red carpet interviews without throwing up?

The pieces were falling into place and the picture they made was beautiful.

It wasn't difficult for Namjoon to push Jimin's buttons. Once he knew what they were, the poor boy was completely at his mercy.

And the more he achieved, making Jimin blush and stutter, squeeze his thighs together, ask to leave early, - the further he wanted to go. 

Power had never caught Namjoon's interest. It was such a base desire and Namjoon thought himself more evolved than that. But power over Jimin, that was different. 

One of the best parts was how little effort it took. 

He would write examples down in Jimin’s little notebook and when Jimin squinted at it from where he sat, trying to read it, Namjoon would drag the boy’s chair, right up against his own. 

Jimin made a sound almost as high pitched as the chair legs scraping against the floor, as he was pulled nearer. 

Namjoon noticed a correlation between his proximity to Jimin and Jimin’s concentration. The closer Namjoon sat to him, the more answers he got wrong, and the longer he took to respond in English.

Now Namjoon wasn’t one to mistake correlation with causation but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel the tiniest bit cocky. 

Whether Jimin got things correct or incorrect, Namjoon always found a way to praise him and watch him squirm. 

If Jimin was right, he expected the praise, smiling proudly at Namjoon with all his teeth and waiting to hear how well he’d done, how clever he was, what a quick learner he was.

But when he got something wrong, he could never anticipate what Namjoon would say. All the flattery left him dumbfounded and made his eyelashes flutter like a speck of dust had flown in.

“Aw Jimin if you pout like that every time you get something wrong, they’ll have to change the English language for you.”

“You’re handsome when you’re concentrating so forgive me for not catching your answer. You want to try it again?” It was Namjoon’s way of giving Jimin a chance to fix his mistake but Jimin might have been too flustered to notice because he often repeated the same incorrect answer. 

Namjoon didn't blame him. 

Namjoon was doing everything he could to make Jimin's brain stop working. That's not to say he didn't want Jimin's English to improve. Namjoon still cared and often made a point of checking with Jungkook, to ensure that Jimin was truly improving and gaining confidence. 

Because even if he didn't show much improvement in Namjoon's presence, outside their sessions Jimin's language skills were flourishing. And in the end, that's what mattered most. 

______

Like any language, there were phrases in English with sexual connotations that Jimin simply didn’t pick up and wouldn’t know unless someone told him. 

Namjoon elected not to tell him. 

It was the irresponsible choice, knowing that Jimin might say those things in front of an interviewer, a cameraman and two-hundred thousand fans. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop. 

He was abusing his power, he knew. But Jimin was too tempting, with the way he hung on every word of Namjoon’s and the way it only took a few words of praise to turn him into a sweet giggly puppy, eagerly waiting for more. 

The word ‘please’ had created an interesting situation. There was no direct translation for the word please in Korean. There were different polite ways to ask for things but no word exactly the same as ‘please’. 

And Jimin was having a hard time figuring out what sounded polite or rude in English. Everything just sounded casual to him. 

So Namjoon thought he should introduce “manners”, as it was the closest thing to Korean’s levels of respectful speech. It turned out, obviously, that Jimin already knew about most polite words in English. 

He just had a hard time cementing it. 

So Namjoon offered to help him cement it.

Whenever Jimin asked for something, it didn’t matter where they were or what he was asking for, Namjoon would make him repeat the question in English. 

After Jimin inevitably asked the question in English, forgetting his manners, Namjoon would ask, “What do good boys say Jimin?”

“Please,” Jimin would add quickly.

Despite not knowing about the sexual undertones of this exchange, Jimin still grew a delightful blush on his squishy cheeks from being called a good boy. To him, it was just praise and that was enough to get him turned on and squirmy. 

While Namjoon was aroused by the entire thing, he tried not to show it.

When Namjoon spoke to Jimin in English, Jimin would do absolutely anything to please him. He would do anything to get Namjoon to praise him and acknowledge his effort. 

It was nothing like the bratty Jimin at the dorm or the perfectionist Jimin in the dance studio. 

This Jimin was quiet and eager to please. There was an English word that described it perfectly. A word that Namjoon had come across while exploring things he’d rather not discuss.

Submissive. Jimin was submissive.

______

“Hyung, is there something I can call you when we talk in English?” Jimin asked quite suddenly in the middle of a practice session. “Like ‘Sir’ or ‘Teacher’ ?” It seemed like he was trying to find the closest approximation to terms of respect he would use in Korean. The lack of “Hyung” in the English language was apparently still bothering him.

Namjoon saw an opportunity to take advantage of the situation but he wasn’t that kind of guy. He wouldn’t use Jimin like that for his own kinky desires. That would be wrong. 

"It's not common to speak like that Jimin. You want to sound natural don't you?" he chose to say, like the saint he was.

Jimin shrugged. "Yes but the informality is holding me back. It's uncomfortable."

Namjoon gave it some thought. "Call me ‘bro’ ,” he suggested lamely. “It's kind of like Hyung."

"Hobi Hyung and I call each other ‘bro’ all the time as a joke."

Namjoon knew what he ought to say. He should tell Jimin to pretend they were playing the Yaja-Time game - swapping ages for a short time. That way, Namjoon would be younger and Jimin didn’t have to feel bad at all.

But he didn't say that. Because Jimin was submissive. And Namjoon was the devil.

In his defense, he didn't think there was the smallest chance of Jimin going along with it. He didn’t think much at all. He just said it.

"Fine then call me Daddy."

Jimin didn’t look outraged. He didn’t even seem confused. As usual, he was treating Namjoon’s word like the word of a prophet, to be respected and revered.

“ Daddy? As in, daddy(아빠)? Why?” Jimin asked. He seemed like he was already sold. Which had Namjoon’s brain shutting down.

“It's respectful.” 

“Cool,” Jimin shrugged. 

The word 'cool' had become a playful joke between the two of them. Jimin would say ‘cool’ and Namjoon would reply ‘cool’ and for some unfathomable reason, this always made Jimin laugh.

This time, however, Namjoon didn’t give Jimin the expected reply. Because Jimin wasn’t squirming enough for Namjoon’s taste.

“Jimin, remember I said ‘cool’ is casual?” Namjoon explained without humor. "Either you want to talk to me respectfully or not. Which is it?”

Namjoon already knew which it was. Sometimes it seemed like the biggest problem Jimin had with English was its missing terms of respect. So why not replace “Hyung” with Daddy? It was similar, Namjoon told himself. Kind of.

Despite the lingering pout, Jimin was clearly excited and drawn in by Namjoon’s sudden strictness. “Respectfully,” he answered. “Obviously. Hyung.”

Namjoon smiled. “Good. Then I should lay down some rules.”

“W-w- wait. Wait wait,” Jimin straightened, voice nervous for the first time. “Only for our practice sessions right?”

“Yes, Jimin. Only when we practice alone.”

Jimin breathed a sigh of relief and the glow of excitement returned to his smiling eyes.

It already felt like they were colluding, building a secret fort for just the two of them. It gave Namjoon the bravery he needed to plough forward. 

"First of all, no more 'cool' or 'okay' or 'yeah' . I want to hear a clear, 'yes Daddy.'  Understand?" 

Jimin nodded, forcing Namjoon to reprimand him immediately. 

"Words, Jimin."  

Jimin looked down at his own fingers, where they hadn't stopped playing with the hem of his shirt since Namjoon had begun laying down rules. 

"Yes Daddy."

Namjoon rewarded him with a smug smile. 

“Good. Secondly, no more tardiness. I expect you to be on time for all of our sessions," Namjoon said sternly. 

Jimin nodded guiltily. 

"If you're late, you will be writing punishment lines," Namjoon continued, making Jimin gape dumbly. "Ten for every minute that you're late."

"Wh- that's not fair! I-" 

"I'm not done Jimin. It's rude to interrupt." 

"I'm sorry Hyung."

"As you should be."

Jimin had begun squirming and Namjoon had to hold his devi-grin back. 

"I suppose that should be the third rule. Don't interrupt me, Jimin." 

“Sorry Hyung,” Jimin apologized with an exaggerated sad expression. It quickly disappeared though, and he didn’t look all that sorry. He looked happy, strangely excited, flushed, and giddy.

Jimin was going to accidentally call some stranger Daddy, Namjoon knew it. They’d all be in shit and he would have to confess to his misdeeds. He was doing a stupid thing, he knew that as well. But in that moment, with Jimin blinking at him all pink cheeks and fidgety fingers, Namjoon couldn't bring himself to care. 

It was too much fun and Namjoon found himself guiltily putting his responsibility as leader aside, to toy with Jimin’s naivety.

______

“H-how come you never say well done in English?”

They hadn’t started practicing yet but they were in Namjoon’s studio. Jimin had been going over some of his English notes when he looked up at Namjoon to ask that rushed question. 

Namjoon turned away from his computer screen to appreciate Jimin’s sweet forlorn expression.

“Would you like me to?” he asked.

Jimin lifted his shoulders and dropped them. “Doesn't matter.” 

“I can, if it would help you learn,” Namjoon said sincerely, turning in his wheely chair to face Jimin more directly. “What kind of things would you like me to say?” 

Jimin seemed to shrink under Namjoon’s gaze. He hummed in thought for a moment but Namjoon didn’t doubt that he had already given it enough thought before bringing it up. “What about ‘good boy’ ?” 

He looked so innocent when he suggested it that Namjoon immediately felt like a dirty old creep for how it made him feel. He had only used ‘good boy’ a handful of times but clearly something about it had stuck with Jimin.

"But Jimin, that's mostly used for kids. Or dogs." Namjoon was giving himself away here. He had used it on Jimin before. 

The explanation revealed quite plainly that it was both degrading as well as a compliment. Something used for training. 

"Dogs?" Jimin asked. The implications of this were hitting him in a new way. In a good way. It was exactly what he wanted. The kind of praise that felt condescending. 

Namjoon nodded. "Or sex." 

"Wh- how is it used for THAT?" Jimin tried to chuckle but it came out weakly. 

There were a lot of directions Namjoon could take this. He wasn’t certain about his choice but that somehow didn’t stop the words from leaving his mouth. 

"Well, if you listened to me and did everything I told you like a ‘good boy’ , then I'd call you one."

"Did w-what you told me, Hyung?” Jimin blinked. “L-like what?"

Namjoon shrugged. “Like if I said to get on your knees.”

More fluidly than Namjoon had ever seen him move, Jimin slid off his chair and onto his knees. He still just looked like a little puppy to Namjoon.

But then he titled his head. “Am I a good boy now Daddy?” 

Namjoon sprung the hardest boner he’d ever had. He was surprised it didn’t rip straight through his pants and whack his poor kneeling boy in the face.

“Not yet Jiminie.”

Jimin pouted.

“Should we practice some English now?”

At Namjoon’s sudden change in direction, Jimin’s pout turned from a sad one to a pout of confusion. 

“Sit," Namjoon said abruptly in English. Quiet, yet firm. "Do you know what that means Jimin? Can you sit for me?”

Jimin turned red, growing shyer all of a sudden. Namjoon was starting to wonder if he'd gone too far and if Jimin would back down. 

But then Jimin lowered his bum to his heels, going from kneeling to sitting, just like Namjoon commanded. 

"Aw well done pup. You're a clever one aren't you?"  

Jimin's head flopped to the side again. "Pup?"

"Puppy. Puppy (강아지)," he explained. 

From where he sat, Namjoon could see Jimin's chest rise and fall, could practically see his heart beating. Namjoon called Jimin puppy in Korean sometimes, but it felt different in English. 

He honestly hadn't thought much of it until he saw the way Jimin responded to it. 

“Okay, come here," he instructed, patting his knee. He repeated it in Korean, as if Jimin wouldn’t understand. 

“I know!” Jimin complained at the translation but Namjoon grabbed his chin.

“‘Good boys’ don’t talk back, Jimin. ‘Good boys’ listen and are obedient. Are you going to be good and listen?”

Jimin nodded eagerly, hair bouncing prettily.

Namjoon could almost see his invisible tail wagging. 

"Move your knees apart, Jimin.” Jimin inched his knees apart, with microscopic movements. “More,” Namjoon urged him to continue until he had them spread indecently wide, until he could see the muscles in Jimin’s thighs straining. His too-tight pants were always a blessing but now more than ever, Namjoon was appreciative. He wondered how Jimin would feel if they ripped. 

"There you go,” Namjoon smiled, scanning Jimin’s body in approval of the new position. “Daddy just wanted to see how hard your little cock is."

Jimin's eyes grew round like coins and he looked down to see a bulge in his pants that he hadn't thought was as obvious as it actually appeared to be. His reflex was to hide it but Namjoon was a step ahead, shaking his head. "Ah-ah. Hands off. I said I wanted to see."  

Jimin slowly lowered his hands back to the floor with a small groan that only made Namjoon grin wider.

"Good boy Jimin. You listen so well!"

"Thank you Hyung." His hands turned into little fists at his sides as he fought to keep his thighs apart against the ever-growing force of his arousal.

Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Namjoon sighed. "English." 

After a moment of tense waiting, Jimin gulped, loud enough for Namjoon to hear. "Thank you," he whispered, but Namjoon didn't move a muscle while he waited for Jimin to add the last part. "-Daddy."

Namjoon sat back and assessed Jimin carefully, crossing his legs as he did so. "What do you want Jimin?"  

Jimin swallowed loudly again and shifted a bit where he knelt. "I don't know."  

"Think hard pup,” Namjoon said, his eyes narrowing. “Use that big brain I know you have. And tell me what you want."  

"I can't,” Jimin was sweating as if he had just completed a taxing dance routine. Namjoon decided he liked the look. “I don't know, Hyung." 

"English, Jimin. Don't make me remind you again."

Jimin’s eyes darted to the floor and then back up to Namjoon’s intimidating face. "I don't know Daddy. I c-cant think."

"Can't think, Jimin? That's a shame. And just when I was starting to think you were so smart." 

Still kneeling, he bounced up and down in frustration, like he did whenever he whined. “I’m smart!”

"Hmm," Namjoon allowed his chest to rumble deeply as he thought. 

Jimin was starting to get antsy. Taking praise away from him and replacing it with disappointment somehow made him more eager to get the praise back. 

His wide eyes and clenched fists showed his desperation to get Namjoon's approval back. And the fact that he still hadn’t moved, showed his determination.

Slowly, Namjoon brought the sole of his shoe to the place between Jimin’s legs where his pants were taut. 

The shoe barely touched him but Jimin gasped and rocked forward immediately.

“No. Stay still,” Namjoon said bluntly, to which Jimin reacted with embarrassment and tried not to move under the foot. “Good.”

That word was the tiny bread crumb that fed Jimin just in time to keep him obedient. If he listened, Daddy would call him ‘good’ again. Daddy would be happy with him and think he was the greatest. 

From his place of submission on the floor, his eyes were glued to Namjoon’s face, darting to his mouth every few seconds and waiting for him to speak while being single-mindedly focused on the unmoving shoe at his crotch.

"Now,” Namjoon began in English. “Stick your tongue out Jimin. Like when we practiced the ‘L’ sound, remember?"  

It took a few seconds before Jimin complied. It was hard to obey an instruction when the reason wasn’t immediately apparent. But as Namjoon expected of his conscientious little student, Jimin did it without arguing. "Like thith?" He asked, tongue peeking out from between his teeth, pink and cute. 

"More."  

Jimin stretched it further like he was trying to catch a snowflake on the tip. 

"Perfect."  

Jimin’s tongue retracted and his mouth stretched into a beaming smile, pleased with himself and the compliment. 

“I didn’t say you could put it back in, did I?” Namjoon reprimanded him in a way he never had while they were student and tutor. He was sterner, harsher, over something seemingly insignificant.

But his delivery was effective since Jimin’s tongue was already out again, before Namjoon had even finished the scolding. 

Deliberately, Namjoon’s shoe began to slide against Jimin’s clothed erection. He felt Jimin’s body jerk and immediately stopped moving, fixing him with a cold stare. 

Jimin’s eyes were apologetic as Namjoon began to stroke him again, and he remained still this time. 

For whatever reason, most likely distraction, Jimin’s tongue had hidden itself back inside his mouth. 

Namjoon paused, foot resting softly against Jimin’s erection but not moving. “Tongue out if you want me to continue.”

It came back quicker than Namjoon could blink and he chuckled, rubbing again and enjoying the immense effort it took Jimin not to grind back up against the shoe. 

He wondered if Jimin knew how sexy and yet pathetic he looked on the floor, taking pleasure from a shoe. He wondered if Jimin knew how turned on Namjoon was from humiliating him but how much more from Jimin’s unwavering obedience.

If Namjoon told him, he worried Jimin would cum too soon from the praise. 

Saliva had to have been building up in his mouth now. And Namjoon wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw Jimin drool. Ignoring the instinct to close his mouth and swallow before he humiliated himself further was the sign of obedience that Namjoon was looking for.

“Can put it back in Hyung?” Jimin asked with his tongue still out, not helping him to form the words. It was almost impossible to understand but Namjoon decoded the gibberish because he was already expecting the question. 

“Not yet pup.”

Right as Namjoon said that, and Jimin looked crestfallen, spit hung from the sides of his tongue and fell.

It didn’t stop, like an upside-down bottle of syrup, Jimin drooled slow and steady, down onto Namjoon’s shoe. Some soaked into the front of his pants as well. He couldn’t really control where it fell.

“Oh dear oh no! My messy pup got my shoe all dirty!” Namjoon acted disappointed and upset to pull that sweetly heartbroken look from Jimin, the good boy who still had his tongue out, still drooling.

It worked. Jimin’s face crumpled sadly and then the boy went a step further. “I’ll clean it Hyung!”

Namjoon tried not to show his surprise and reverted to his default response to buy himself some time to get his arousal under control. “English, Jimin.”

“Daddy, I can clean it.”

“Fine. Go on. But no hands.”

Jimin didn’t look all that surprised by the extra command as he lowered his face to the floor and licked a stripe over the top of Namjoon’s shiny spit-covered shoe. The sight was more erotic than most porn Namjoon had watched. He wasn’t even being touched but Jimin’s pink glistening mouth, fat lips, and muscled tongue, all over Namjoon’s shoe simply out of obedience and a desire to please was incomparable to anything else. 

It gave new meaning to the word ‘servicing’. 

“Tell me Jimin, have you ever sucked a cock before?”

Jimin looked up at him with wide eyes, seeming embarrassed. But not for the reasons Namjoon would expect of someone who had just cleaned a shoe with their tongue. 

He shook his head no, sadly. 

“Strange," Namjoon said, contemplating. "You seem like someone-” he left it hanging there for long enough for Jimin to figure out what he meant and blush before he shook his head, “Nevermind.”

“I can try Daddy.”

Namjoon hummed thoughtfully as he took in Jimin’s hopeful expression, soft lips glossy with spit, and the front of his pants conspicuously wet. 

“I only let the best boys have treats like that.”

“I’m best Daddy,” Jimin said, breathless but confident.

“Well, I don’t know that for sure yet. Show me what you can do pup,”

Jimin lit up with anticipation and it was very reassuring to Namjoon for later. But it wasn’t what he had in mind right now.

Jimin was noticeably confused by the two fingers that Namjoon held down in front of his face. But determination took over him again and he opened his mouth loosely to let the fingers in.  

Namjoon was torturing himself. Jimin’s mouth was warm and wet, his tongue velvety. 

He kept his hand still, and would continue to do so, while Jimin worked to please him. 

“Go on, pretty boy. Suck,” Namjoon said.

The word ‘pretty’ had a wonderful effect on Jimin’s demeanor and Namjoon made a note of it. He knew ‘pretty boy’ was sometimes also used as an insult but nothing about being called pretty was insulting to Jimin. It made him glow, made him prettier.  

Jimin rounded his lips and sucked. His tongue rubbed the nerve-dense underside of Namjoon’s fingers, tasting him. With just his mouth, he created a delicious tightness that made Namjoon dizzy.

Namjoon needed to fuck something.

He had fingered enough girls in his life and Jimin’s mouth felt like a vagina. Maybe better. He would have to discover that later with his dick. It was the best way to evaluate these things, he thought.

“I’m not impressed yet, Jimin,” Namjoon said, even though his dick would disagree. It was very impressed and also angry at having to miss out.

Jimin wasn’t discouraged. And Namjoon had just made the entire situation more difficult for himself.

Jimin moaned around the long fingers against his tongue like he was eating a delicious meal after days of starvation. His eyelids floated closed and his body gyrated erotically. He was putting on a show and Namjoon couldn’t look away. 

His hands grabbed at his own muscled thighs as if in ecstasy and pain all at once. He lifted his weight up on his knees, trying to get more of Namjoon in his mouth and falling back down on his heels as if riding something forbidden.

It was as obscene as it could be with both of them still fully clothed. The way Jimin was sucking was somehow more intimate than sex and Namjoon couldn’t begin to predict what the real thing would be like.

He couldn’t predict anything at all with the way his brain had stopped working, so both of them were startled by Namjoon’s cell phone alarm, buzzing to alert them that their lesson was over.

“Looks like our time’s up,” Namjoon sighed, pulling his fingers away from a bewildered and dazed Jimin. “Maybe you will have improved next time we meet.”

______

Namjoon unlocked the door to his studio, switched on the lights, and nearly jumped out of his skin when the lights revealed a person already inside.

Jimin was early. He was also on his knees, in front of the door, and drooling profusely because he had his tongue out, just like Namjoon had instructed the day before. 

Namjoon’s hand was still frozen on the light switch and it took a few moments for him to catch his breath and for his heart rate to return to normal - or as normal as it could be with Jimin looking sinfully eager to be touched.

“Aw, look who wants to impress me today,” Namjoon smiled teasingly, making Jimin’s cheeks rosier than they already were. 

This time, his fingers were replaced by his cock and Jimin was all too happy about the change, taking it eagerly between his lips and nearly gagging immediately on it with enthusiasm. 

Namjoon chuckled and unlike their last lesson, he didn’t give Jimin the chance to put on a little show. 

He grabbed the back of his student’s head and fucked. 

It felt better than he had imagined. Wet and warm and Jimin just took it, convulsing helplessly when Namjoon’s sizable cock pushed past his palate and into his throat, cutting off his air. His eyes began to water but he remained docile. 

Namjoon pulled his hips back to let him breathe but Jimin only gasped and let his tongue loll out like a dog, inviting Namjoon to use his mouth again.

The second time Namjoon let him breathe, Jimin whined sadly. 

“I’m hard," he complained. And his throat sounded as abused as it was.

“I know.” 

At Jimin’s despondent yet yearning expression, Namjoon took his chin in his hand, lifting his face and gently wiping a stray tear.

“Good boys wait.”

Jimin blinked at him and then nodded slowly. Poor thing was a bit dumb from cock. 

“Say it Jimin. Good boys wait.” It was a corruption of their usual English lessons, a perverted imitation of what they usually did. 

“G-good boys wait.”

Namjoon's eyes narrowed harshly. “Who?”

Jimin blinked a few tears away before answering. “Daddy.”

Half of Namjoon's mouth smiled. “Say it again now. Properly.”

Jimin's hands were pressed between his legs, trying not to rub, trying not to move. He took a deep inhale before delivering. “Good boys wait, Daddy.”

With his large hand, Namjoon lay a few loving pats atop Jimin's head.  “I think I’ve been far too nice to you Jimin. Maybe if I had taught you this way from the beginning, you would have learnt faster."

The words didn't look like they were being absorbed by Jimin's brain at all. He hadn't taken his eyes off Namjoon's cock, shiny with Jimin's own spit and the more he watched it, the more restless he became. 

"Would you have worked harder if your reward was my cock, Jimin?"

"Yeah."

Namjoon had asked, and yet he was still surprised by Jimin's instant reply. Perhaps he couldn't believe the sincerity of it. He was playing a role but Jimin sounded so genuine. 

Namjoon's voice softened as he brought his hand to Jimin's face, caressing it softly. "Yeah?"

Jimin nodded earnestly. 

"You deserve it," Namjoon said sweetly, as he guided his stiff rod back to Jimin's lips and pushed inside. "You've worked so hard haven't you pup? You deserve a treat don't you?" 

Jimin couldn't answer but he worked hard to move his head back and forth as fast as he could, making Namjoon groan in appreciation. 

"Fuck Jimin. How do you do that? You're so perfect." 

Jimin seemed to melt into the floor from sheer delight but he didn't stop. He had to keep being perfect for Namjoon. 

But he had been hard since before Namjoon had even come into the studio. And the act of having his face fucked was making him ache with arousal in a way he never had before. He had never had to wait this long for sexual release before, and never while turned on past his limits. It was torment but the fun kind. ‘Good boys wait.’ 

Still, he could feel himself coming apart at the seams. Maybe he wasn't a good boy because he couldn't wait any longer.

He reached down to palm at his bulge, moving the fabric of his pants against his sensitive dick in a way that was both pleasurable and uncomfortable. 

When Namjoon noticed, he pulled away, leaving Jimin panting and wrecked. 

“Daddy please! Please,” Jimin blabbered, tears and snot and spit only making his pretty face somehow prettier, like a Baroque painting of anguish. 

“Aw, my boy knows his manners” Namjoon cooed softly - gentle and teasing at the same time.

"Daddy please, please more," he continued pleading. 

His desperation was adorable. "More" was a vague request, but Namjoon had some idea of what he wanted. 

"More what Jimin?" Namjoon asked. It was mean of him. It would be difficult to answer in English, Namjoon knew, and yet he had asked it anyway.

Tears pooled faster and heavier in Jimin's eyes and dropped like pretty crystals when he answered. "You."  

Namjoon pulled Jimin to his feet and kissed him. 

It didn't take Jimin long to react at all. He moaned deliciously and opened his mouth to let Namjoon in. He was passive yet enthusiastic, letting Namjoon take control but showing his enthusiasm through all the sinful noises that escaped him. 

"As impatient as you are, we can't do this on the floor,” Namjoon chuckled while finding his mouth suddenly chomped on by an impatient and no longer passive Jimin.  “Desk or chair? Choose."  

"D-desk," Jimin said hesitantly, sounding more like he was asking a question than giving an answer. 

"What do good boys say Jimin?" 

"Desk, please, Daddy."  

"Go on. Lay yourself out all pretty for me," Namjoon instructed and then added, "Pants off first, baby. Don't be dumb."  

Jimin hurried to pull off his pants, hopping on one foot and tugging on the other trouser leg so that he nearly fell over. When he was out of his pants, he looked down at his underwear for only a second before Namjoon interrupted his jumbled thoughts. "Those too."  

Jimin blushed but pulled them off. He looked like he wasn't sure which way he wanted to face, almost like he didn't know whether he should hide the front or the back from Namjoon's gaze. 

His cock was so hard but his ass was so bare and he moved his arms shyly to cover whatever he could. 

"Jimin," Namjoon began, as he normally would a scolding, making Jimin look up at him in mild fear. "Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this? How much it has taken not to just strip you naked and have my way with you every time you stammered through some inane English sentence?" 

"R-really?" 

"Yes. So fucking move your hands and let me have this, you beautiful boy." 

Again, Jimin was thrown by how aggressive the compliment was. His need to make Namjoon happy trumped his insecurities and he moved his arms out of the way with haste. 

Namjoon grabbed the hem of Jimin's t-shirt and lifted, divesting him of the last piece of clothing. He breathed a long sigh of relief like all his problems had suddenly disappeared at the sight of Jimin's skin. 

"Fucking beautiful," Namjoon said in awe. It was hard not to be speechless. Jimin was made to be looked at. 

Like the Statue of David, Jimin stood frozen, muscles tense but dick still glaringly erect as Namjoon’s fingers traced his ribs. He was simply exploring, feeling the skin on his sides expand when he breathed. Wherever his fingertips trailed, a shiver followed with a light scattering of pretty goosebumps across Jimin’s supple skin.

Lifting trembling fingers up to the top button of Namjoon’s shirt, Jimin’s voice trembled as well.
“C-can I?”

Namjoon nodded, and Jimin began unbuttoning, with the concentration of someone doing something far more dangerous than his actual task. He was handsome when he concentrated, Namjoon remembered saying. It was truer now more than ever.

 When the shirt hung open, Jimin’s hands were everywhere. Namjoon merely watched his face as Jimin took his turn exploring, wide chest, firm torso, sculpted shoulder and up to Namjoon’s sensitive neck. He used the hold he had to pull Namjoon’s face down to his for another kiss. 

Namjoon might not have shown it well but he was also getting impatient. It had been weeks of watching Jimin in sinfully tight clothes, growing more aroused and less inhibited with each meeting. Weeks of imagining what he would do if Namjoon grabbed that stupid notebook from him and bent him over the desk. 

“Enough,” Namjoon said abruptly into the kiss, grabbing Jimin by the shoulders and spinning him around. 

Jimin gasped like a surprised damsel but before he could get his bearings and figure out why he was no longer facing Namjoon, he was being pushed down onto the desk.

It was rough and assertive and exactly everything Jimin wanted from Namjoon the tutor. Everything he had been begging for with his eyes, every time he asked a stupid grammar question, at the end of every lesson, at the beginning of every lesson, and also in between.

"What do you do when you feel pleasure, Jimin?” Namjoon asked, now that he had Jimin exactly where he wanted him. He caressed the boy’s plump ass, held up by two thick muscled thighs, toes straining to touch the ground for support. 

“W- huh?” Jimin couldn’t concentrate with the way Namjoon was touching him. He’d just been waiting for too long. He’d never been fucked before. If that was what was going to happen, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. His mind was racing, with a billion thoughts a second. Thoughts that made him unable to respond.

Until suddenly he felt himself slapped on the ass. Slapped so hard that all his thoughts flew away and he cried out in surprise. 

“Do you scream like that when you cum?” Namjoon leaned over him to speak directly into his ear. He wanted his voice to be all Jimin heard and felt and thought of. “Do you dig your fingers in and scratch? Do you cry? Do you whimper and whine like a bitch?” With little warning, Namjoon pushed a lubed finger into Jimin’s hole, making him gasp. “I think about it all the time, Jimin. Do you go limp? I need to see it. I need to see you come apart beneath me. I bet it’s fucking musical.”

Jimin writhed under Namjoon’s weight, arching with need, or arching to be closer to Namjoon. 

“D-Daddy, please?”

Namjoon smiled because his boy was back to begging. That was where he wanted him to be. No anxiety, no insecurity and no fear. Just pleasure and need and sweet sweet submission.

“Quiet pup,” Namjoon shushed him kindly, adding another finger and starting to stretch him out for what was about to happen. “What do good boys do?”

Jimin wanted to answer, but instead he gasped at the feeling. It was so foreign. But he trusted Namjoon and when his ass got slapped again, he remembered that he was supposed to answer.

“Good boys wait Daddy.”

“That’s my clever boy.” Namjoon continued moving his fingers inside Jimin’s tight warm vice of an ass, imagining it around his cock. If Namjoon closed his eyes, with all the lube sliding out, it felt a bit like Jimin’s mouth but tighter and hotter. A criminal thought, Namjoon was sure, but there it was.

Jimin was distracted by a different part of what Namjoon said. “Y-your boy?”

“Yes. My boy. You’re mine Jimin. All mine. Right?”

Jimin had lost his words. He nodded excitedly like a bobble head against the table. How could he disagree when Namjoon’s fingers were up his ass and he was lying naked on the man’s desk?

Namjoon pushed into Jimin with the sole purpose of making him see stars. From the sounds he made, he must have. Namjoon fucked Jimin like he was conducting an orchestra. 

When he lifted Jimin’s chest off the desk to find his dick with his hand, Namjoon stroked it to pull a song without lyrics from Jimin’s mouth. 

Jimin reached a crescendo with a scream that was indeed as musical as Namjoon had imagined. 

The sound, the sight and the feeling of Jimin clenching as he spasmed with his orgasm had Namjoon reaching his peak before he was prepared. 

“J-Jimin, Jimin I don’t have anything, I don’t have anything to clean you up with. Here. In the studio,” Namjoon pulled out because he didn’t know where to cum. He didn’t want to leave poor Jimin with it leaking out of his ass, as tempting as that was. He didn’t want it to dry all over Jimin’s back either. So he held his dick awkwardly, pumping it fast while he was painfully close to cumming and afraid of finishing all at the same time. 

He might have been dominant but that didn’t mean all his awkwardness suddenly disappeared. And it was a trait that was choosing an awful moment to rear its head.

Smooth as ever,  Jimin turned to face Namjoon and dropped to his knees. He held his mouth open without a word and only a second or two later, Namjoon was throwing his head back and cumming. All of it landed on Jimin’s tongue, and it pooled in his mouth. Strings of cum added to the pool until Namjoon stopped stroking and fell carelessly back into his chair.  

That’s when Jimin finally swallowed. It burned a strange burn and he coughed.

Namjoon looked like he had reached some state of Nirvana, an alternate plane of reality that Jimin was almost afraid to disturb. He shuffled forward on his knees and looked at Namjoon’s blissed-out face.

And then, slowly, he placed his cheek on Namjoon’s knee. He wasn’t quite sure why, but it was nice.

Namjoon’s eyes opened as his consciousness returned to earth and his hand immediately found Jimin’s hair, petting it softly while they both came down from their orgasms with ragged breath and small tremors on Jimin’s part.

Namjoon let his hand move from Jimin's jaw, up the side of his face, and into his hair.

“What a sweet little angel my Jimin is,” Namjoon said with as much sincerity as one could say such a cringey thing.

Jimin's eyes drifted closed and his words were murmured so low that Namjoon almost didn't hear them. “Not an angel. I’m a fairy,” he said, reviving an old and petty argument they always had when they were joking around. Except this time, it was with a warmth and emotion that it had never had before.

“Jimin. What did I say about interrupting?” It was also supposed to be a joke in it’s own way but Jimin was too sleepy to get it and also still floating in a very submissive space.

He opened his eyes to murmur an apology but Namjoon shushed him and kept stroking his hair until his eyes closed again. Slowly, with gentle caresses, Namjoon lay Jimin's head on his lap. 

They stayed like that for a while. Jimin didn’t seem in a rush to move or say anything so Namjoon merely enjoyed his warm presence. That’s what Jimin was, he was warm from the inside, like a perpetual self-sustaining furnace. Having a boy like that, a boy who glowed, resting his cheek on his knee, made Namjoon feel like he was holding the world’s most invaluable treasure. 

"Jimin?" 

"Mm?" He answered with a hum.

"Come on. Come up here." 

Jimin's sleepy eyes blinked open and Namjoon helped him to his feet. Then he pulled him forward until Jimin got the idea and climbed onto his lap. 

"Do you know why I asked you to call me ‘Daddy’ ?" 

Jimin blinked slowly. "Because it's kinky?" 

Namjoon was speechless and Jimin still looked a bit dazed, like a cat after a big bowl of milk, ready to curl up right there for a nap. 

"Y-you knew?" 

"Yeah hyung. Kind of," Jimin murmured. 

Placing a hand at Jimin's back, Namjoon pulled him closer and let the mop of soft hair fall against his chest. 

Jimin snuggled closer and rested, pressing his soft cheek firmly against Namjoon's muscled bear body. 

"Why did you do it?" Namjoon asked softly, grateful and confused. His fingers found the nape of Jimin's neck and stroked the hair there. 

"Because you like it hyung. I want to do what you like. I wanna always do what you like."

Somehow, Namjoon knew that already but hearing it in words was impactful. Jimin had really been calling Namjoon ‘Daddy’ this whole time, knowing that it was just a kink. Knowing that Namjoon was getting off on it.

"Was I good?" Jimin asked, ever-eager for reassurance. 

Namjoon gave it to him gladly.

"You were the best, Jimin. My bestest boy. ” Namjoon kissed the top of his head. “It goes 'good' , 'better' and then 'Jimin' ." 

Jimin purred in satisfaction and muttered softly as he fell asleep. 

"Good, better, Jimin."