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in lecture.

[suggestive. college au. prof!mingyu.]

professor kim mingyu took his course seriously, using every single lecture as an opportunity to slightly stray from the curriculum, attempting to inspire the crowd. with calculus.

to his success, and your surprise, you were one of his inspired pupils. each time he dove into the history of a mathematician after introducing a theorem they proved, his passion couldn’t help but latch onto you.

at this point, you couldn't tell whether you had considered switching to a math major because of this newfound interest, or because it meant you would spend more time in your professor's department.

༉‧₊˚.

the week before the midterm you knew you were fucked. your notebook was full of two months worth of information but your mind was bare of knowledge.

if you had no shame, you might admit that you were distracted in class. staring at his back while he wrote on the board was sure to break your focus. he always wore a button up that fit just right around his body. his shirt sculpted him well around his shoulders with rolled up sleeves that fit tight around his biceps.

back in your dorm, blanking staring at your notes under the light of your desk lamp made your stomach turn. if you wanted to prepare for this exam, you would have to start paying attention soon. with tomorrow morning's lecture, you expected to stop letting your mind wander and focus on the material.

༉‧₊˚.

"today's gonna be a little different." he uttered the words while sorting his things on the desk in the corner of the room, dropping a stack of papers on the wooden surface.

"i want you all to try out a practice worksheet." he announces with his arms crossed, hip leaning against his desk. "i'll give you eight minutes to complete these eight problems, then you’ll split you into pairs and you can compare your work."

he walked around the class to pass out the worksheet. he handed you the worksheet and you thanked him while catching a glimpse of his calloused hands. when he walked away the aroma of his woodsy cologne warmly filled your lungs. your eyelids fluttered as you inhaled it, pleasantly delighted by the scent.

he started a timer on his phone and the class had begun working. you noticed him completing the problems alongside his students, crouching over a desk, one hand propping himself above the desk and the other bearing a pencil.

while everyone was silent and working, you looked up at your professor. he gnawed on his lip while staring at the worksheet, you could see the areas he marked up on his paper from your desk. some problems on his copy had a short answer where yours extended past the answer box.

shit, you thought. i need to go to office hours.

suddenly the blaring of his phone rang and your time was up. the students around you sat up straight, murmuring small groans of frustration.

“alright, find a pair. i want you to compare answers with each other, talk about how you got there, i’ll be coming around to help you out if you need it.” his instruction boomed through the room with ease while the shuffling of students rising from their seats with papers in hand began.

you remain in your seat, not knowing many people in your class. those you did know had already found a partner. you weren’t sure what to do or if you could even get out of your chair.

a tap on your shoulder breaks your small panic.

“hi,” a bright smile beams as you turn, “could i be your partner?”

“sure,” you say shyly, not expecting to be approached. much less by someone cute.

“i’m chan.” the way he smirks has your heart fluttering. how have you never noticed him in your relatively small lecture before?

“i’m y/n,” you can’t help the warmth that spreads in your face, feeling a smile growing on your lips.

“so what’d you get for the first problem?” he asks.

༉‧₊˚.

time seemed to slow with chan. he would scoot as close to you as he could, sliding his worksheet towards yours and pointing at similarities in your work. you found yourself stumbling on your words when he locked eyes with you.

his cologne lingered in the air between you, a bit stronger than your professors, but equally pleasant. you held back a delighted sigh that tempted to leave your throat. you couldn’t recall a guy your age who was so easy to be around the way chan was.

he was so kind and very funny. when you were clearly confused he would waste no time in carefully explaining his work to you. and when things got quiet between you, he’d have the perfect one liner to make you giggle a bit too loudly.

“what’s going on over here?” mingyu walks up to you after helping other students.

“just working through our answers.” chan answered.

“did you need help with anything? ‘cause it doesn’t sound like much work is getting done.” he replied while looking at you. his tone seemed to shift with a slight furrow in his brow. he sounded much less friendly than when class had started.

“that’s alright, professor. we’ll get back to it.” chan says.

“alright.” he speaks frankly, then walks away towards a different group.

“yikes.” chan breaks the silence after he's far away enough.

“did we make him mad?” you ask.

"no idea."

“sorry, maybe i laughed too loud.” you offer timidly.

“don’t apologize for that,” chan smirks, “it was cute.”

༉‧₊˚.

“alright, everyone. we’ve got only a couple minutes left. i want you to take these worksheets home. you can use them as practice material for the exam. you can bring it after the exam and turn it in.” mingyu announces while students pack up to leave.

“hey, uh, y/n, could i get your number?” chan asks you before leaving. “maybe we could do the homework or study for the exam together sometime?” he extends his phone to you carefully.

“oh, sure.” you smile and take his phone, typing in your digits and handing it back to him.

you had no problem giving him your number after today. of course chan couldn’t leave without finding a way to hear more from you.

you, on the other hand, couldn’t leave without knowing when your professor had office hours. chan was a great help but you still weren’t understanding the fundaments of the skills covered on the worksheet, much less the skills covered since the beginning of the semester.

chan left the class along with the crowd after waving goodbye with a smile that could’ve knocked you on your back. you waved and felt heat rush to your cheeks as you gathered your stuff.

walking towards the front of the class, you stood before your professor’s desk, waiting for him to turn around.

when he faces you, he simply stares without acknowledgement. “hi, professor, i had a question.” you look up at him with your tail between your legs. he’s much taller when he’s directly in front of you.

he sits back against the surface of his desk and crosses his arms against his chest, now closer to your height he seemed more approachable. he doesn’t utter a word, but rather nods his head to signal that you can continue speaking.

“when are your office hours? i think i might need extra help with this unit.” you ask.

his face relaxes and he speaks. “it’s every monday, wednesday, and friday from 3-4pm.”

“okay. hopefully i’ll see you there sometime next week.” you smile politely before turning towards the door.

“hopefully?” he says, stopping you in your tracks before you could walk away. “or definitely?” he faces you with his head tilted while remaining against his desk.

his question confused you, but you thought to entertain him so you could leave peacefully. “definitely.” you lightly chuckle, awkwardly fidgeting with the straps of your bag.

“that’s what i like to hear.” he smiles, rising to his feet again. “then i’ll see you around, hm?”

“yes, sir.” you sheepishly reply, seeing yourself out of the class soon after.

that was weird.