#f:l&sd

[hungline]

love and school days

pairing: namyoonjin  genre: fluff, teacher au, slice of life, rated g  warnings: none  words: 1500 

summary: Seokjin's students ask him how he's able to love two people at the same time and Seokjin explains that it isn't really that hard. 

“Mr. Kim?”

Seokjin looks up, a patient smile on his lips as he meets the gaze of one of his students.

They have their little fist stuck up straight in the air, a look of determination painted on their face. Seokjin nods and lets his smile curl at the edges, hand held out towards his student.

“Yes, what is it Jaehyun?” Seokjin asks, eyes darting once to make sure none of his other students also require his attention.

Jaehyun stands up then, surprising Seokjin, but he says nothing as his student readies himself, taking a deep breath before he asks, “How can you love Yoonie and Namsjoon at the same time?”

Seokjin’s smile doesn’t waver, bemused at how the rest of his class suddenly falls silent.

It’s no secret that Seokjin is with two people, two wonderful people who are still struggling through college and live with him while whining about their finals and homework, but questions like this always make his breath come a little quicker. His class has met both Yoongi and Namjoon twice before, once when they came in together to surprise Seokjin with lunch and two other times when they came in separately, their conflicting school schedules being the cause of that. His class adores them and they love how happy Seokjin becomes whenever they’re around or brought up, but Seokjin also knows that they’re children and children always have questions, especially about things they don’t quite understand yet.

Seokjin nods at the question though, unsurprised because knowing Jaehyun and his curiosity, the question should have honestly come sooner.

“Well,” Seokjin begins, tapping his chin in mock-thought when he already knows how he’s going to answer this one. “You love your mom and dad, don’t you?”

Jaehyun nods, eyes wide as he waits for Seokjin to continue.

“They’re two people, aren’t they?” Seokjin asks, patient smile back on his face. “You love two people. I love two people. We all love more than one person.”

Jaehyun tilts his head in thought before snapping his fingers together and lighting up from the inside. “Oh! I get it!”

Seokjin, still smiling, nods again and lets his eyes wander over the rest of his students, looks of understanding on almost all their faces. Until he meets the eyes of little Minhyuk.

Minhyuk stands just as Jaehyun sits, hand stuck up in the air. Seokjin nods at him, giving him permission to speak.

“What if we don’t have a mom and dad?” Minhyuk asks, teeth worrying his bottom lip.

Seokjin nods yet again, all too knowing of Minhyuk’s home situation. “Who helps your mom take care of you? Your grandma, right?”

Minhyuk nods silently, teeth still buried in his lip and Seokjin smiles at him, no judgment to be found in his open expression.

“You love your grandma, right? Just as much as you love your mom. You also love two people. That’s normal,” Seokjin says, relieved when Minhyuk finally lets his bottom lip spring free.

Minhyuk sits then and when Seokjin looks over his class again, everyone understands now.

  “Hey, you’re home early,” Seokjin says when the front door closes, letting a worn-out Namjoon spill into the foyer.

Namjoon looks up, his eyes glazed over but quickly perking up with excitement when his gaze land on his eldest boyfriend laid out on the couch in the living room. Seokjin smiles at him, amused at how puppy-like he can seem sometimes.

“Study group let out early. I think they’re finally getting a hold of the material,” Namjoon mutters, kicking his shoes off before dropping his backpack and making his way over to the couch. “Is Yoongi-hyung still in the studio?”

Seokjin holds up his phone, showing Namjoon the messages from their group chat. “You know he is.”

Namjoon grins at him, that dimple-y, goofy one that always makes Seokjin smile in response. “Oh, right. I think my phone died so I didn’t see those.”

“Gimme your phone, I’ll put it to charge while you shower,” Seokjin says in response, smile still on his face as Namjoon digs his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and drops it into Seokjin’s palm. “No kissing until you do. You smell, Namjoonie.”

Namjoon pouts at that but manages to sneak in one kiss anyway before disappearing down the hallway to their bathroom. Seokjin soon hears the shower head turn on and sits up on the couch, searching for Namjoon’s charger.

He finds it in the kitchen, resting atop the island and tangled beyond belief. Seokjin shakes his head at it before promptly untangling it and plugging it into the outlet, hooking Namjoon’s phone up to the charger. He turns back to the kitchen and rolls his shoulders before pushing his sleeves up and approaching the sink to clean his hands. He may as well get started on dinner now that Namjoon is home and Yoongi is sure to follow.

Seokjin hears the shower turn off a few minutes later and almost laughs when the shower curtain falls. Namjoon groans loud enough to be heard all the way from the kitchen, but Seokjin knows he’s fine and continues to work on dinner, digging out their wok for the stir fry he’s making. The bathroom door opens and Seokjin almost laughs again when Namjoon’s grumbling only becomes louder as he heads towards their bedroom. Namjoon’s phone dings on the island and Seokjin looks over to see a text from Yoongi, saying he’s on his way home.

When Namjoon finally comes into the kitchen and sits at the island, playing with his phone as Seokjin works, Seokjin feels the tightness in his chest begins to recede. It doesn’t disappear completely, but when Seokjin’s feeling antsy or someone has asked him about his relationship, he always feels the quick tightening in his chest. It doesn’t loosen until he’s at home, having dinner with both of his boyfriends.

The front door opens just as Seokjin is throwing everything into the wok and Yoongi drops all of his things in the foyer, rushing into the kitchen to drag Namjoon out. Not that Seokjin would have burned the younger, but Namjoon is accidental-prone and being near fire is enough to make Yoongi break out in a nervous sweat. Seokjin laughs as they kiss hello in the foyer, before Namjoon is pushing Yoongi towards the bathroom, nose wrinkled up in slight disgust at how sweaty Yoongi smells.

When Yoongi comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Namjoon is already in the bedroom, an outfit for Yoongi laid out as he waits for him to dress. Seokjin is putting the finishing touches on their dinner as Yoongi dresses, jumping when arms wind across his waist as he turns the stove off.

“Jesus, Yoongi,” Seokjin mutters, hand held to his heart as it races underneath his touch.

Yoongi’s lips press to his nape, large hands gripping at Seokjin’s sweater. “Food done?”

“Yeah. Set the table, please?” Seokjin asks, turning in the younger’s arms to press a kiss to his nose.

Yoongi pouts at that then goes on tiptoe to give Seokjin a proper kiss and the elder melts under it, laughing when Namjoon’s hand is suddenly on the small of his back, warranting both of their attention. Yoongi kisses him slowly, pulling Namjoon down by the neck to meet his height before releasing them both to grab the plates and cups. Namjoon kisses Seokjin’s cheek first until he gives in and kisses him square on the mouth. Seokjin’s hands curl into Namjoon’s hair before he pulls away, remembering the food behind him.

“Go sit. I’ll be out with the food right now,” Seokjin murmurs, pressing another kiss to Namjoon’s lips before letting the younger go, a dopey look on his face as he approaches Yoongi.

Yoongi laughs at him as he sits down, ruffling Namjoon’s still damp-hair as he sits across from him, leaving the head of the table empty for Seokjin. Seokjin rolls his eyes but grabs the wok, glad that it isn’t burning hot anymore and grateful for the block of wood Yoongi set out in the center of the table. Seokjin places the wok on top of it, quickly sitting down as Yoongi serves them, slapping Namjoon’s hands away when they get too close to the wok for his liking. Namjoon pouts at that like a kicked puppy but forgets about it when Yoongi sets his plate down in front of him.

Seokjin smiles at Yoongi when his own plate is set down in front of him and waits until Yoongi’s served his own plate before raising his chopsticks and taking the first bite. The younger two watch him chew, only digging into their own food once he’s swallowed and moaned aloud at his own cooking, smiles on their faces at their hyung’s theatrics.

The tightening in Seokjin’s chest is gone now, his feelings loose as the two men he loves sit and eat beside him. He knows with certainty that Yoongi and Namjoon love him back.

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