Sensei Mino
Title: Sensei Mino
Pairing: Namsong
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Prompt #2: Ever since Team A’s dance from the second battle, I have been wanting a story about “Mino sensei”. Not in a complete different setting but maybe as a role play situation with Nammie for fun where Mino is the teacher and Nammie is the student, maybe when they go back and visit their high school?
"Wah! This school is freaking-tiny.” Seungyoon says with a smirk as his eyes run over Mino’s high school, Yongin Ko-deng Hakyo. Jinwoo snickers at Seungyoon’s side, Seunghoon snorts from the other side, and Taehyun merely sighs in the back as the four gaze around the small structure and it’s solid red bricks of tradition and foundation.
"That's beecause Yongin is an older and smaller city with hills on either side. It’s pretty much a one long valley, so what kind of high school were you expecting? Not all of us came from a metropolis background." Mino says as he lightly smacks Seungyoon across the back of his head, eliciting a shrill of laughter from the younger boy.
Mino grunts his displeasure and continues walking towards the school’s playground and basketball hoops, ignoring the hollering of the three boys and instead allowing the fresh air of winter to welcome his senses. He stops midway and closes his eyes, the cold but gentle breeze tickling his skin as he lets the memories of selfishness, naiveté, and boyhood stream down his being and into the ground from once which he came.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Comes a soft voice from behind Mino, two warm hands plastered on his back, a trickle of cold November breath ghosting down his nape. Mino slowly opens his eyes and turns around with a smile as Taehyun’s pale but flushed face greets his vision. The vocalist returns the smile as he steps forward, his face not a feet away from Mino’s. "It’s not everyday that YG sajangnim let’s us go on vacation, so if you’re dwelling on something deep and profound, I want in."
"I’m just thinking about how long it has been since I’ve came back home." Mino says as he takes in his surroundings and everything that was once his home, everything that is still his home. He looks back at Taehyun and nudges his head towards his school in the form of a question, a sly smile pulling on his lips as he ignores the three onlookers in the back that are lost in their own world of wonder and amazement of the school.
"I thought you’d never ask." Taehyun says with a smile of his own as he falls in line with Mino and starts the trudge towards the main classroom building, their shoulders brushing with each step, their hands slightly ghosting one another, their hearts beating in the same rhythm of understanding and companionship.
"Is this your classroom?" Taehyun asks as Mino leads them to a solitary room with the markings of the senior class, the door left ajar and the room lit up with the afternoon sun. Mino nods his head and moves forward, opening the door and signaling for Taehyun to go first, eliciting a snort from the vocalist’s lips.
The two walk into the room and in silence, roam their gazes around the class that looks almost exactly the same since Mino had left it; the desks in the same condition, the walls dark and smudged as ever, the board clinging onto bits and pieces of chalk because it could never erase well.
Mino walks up to the front of the class and places his hands over the teacher’s desk, the brittle material of it wearing off as pieces of it stray onto Mino’s fingers. Taehyun walks to the back of the class, his fingers dancing over each desk before he comes to the last desk. He turns around and watches Mino with interest, his gaze on the older boy’s back as the sun brightly beams down on Mino’s darker complexion, making his skin a golden brown.
"Teach me." Taehyun says with no warning as Mino stills at the front, his eyes snapping up to Taehyun’s, his hands lamely falling to his side, his breath hitching in sheer bewilderment. He quirks a brow in questions at the vocalist who merely smiles back before he settles himself in the last desk, his arms coming up on top of the desk. A coy smile plays on Taehyun’s lips as he leans forward on the desk, orbs never leaving Mino’s. "Teach me, Mino-sensei."
"Sensei?" Mino says with smile as he falls back on the teacher’s desk, crossing his arms with his gaze never leaving Taehyun’s, the younger boy merely smiling at him. "Well, all right." Mino says as he pushes himself off the desk and towards the board where the teaching stick lay; he grabs it and faces Taehyun again, a smirk of mischief playing on his lips.
"Nam Taehyun, have you done your homework?" Mino tries to ask with a stern face, a smile threatening to break past his lips as he makes his way down the class. Taehyun shakes his head in reply, his eyes never leaving the stick in Mino’s hand. "No? Well, we can’t have that now can we?"
Mino says as he comes to a stop at Taehyun’s desk, the stick slamming down onto the hard wood, his body towering over the vocalist’s and casting a shadow over Taehyun’s frame. Mino picks up the stick and places it under Taehyun’s chin, gently running it across the smooth skin before lifting that pale face up and up and up before stopping, a small sigh of content leaving Taehyun’s lips.
"What shall we do with boys like you who don’t do their homework?" Mino asks in a hushed whisper as he brings his face down to Taehyun’s, their noses inches apart, Taehyun’s eyes seeking Mino’s lips, the stick a solid border between the two. Mino quickly closes the gap he whispers "a punishment, that’s what.” onto Taehyun’s lips before his lips come down on Taehyun’s, the stick crashing down to the ground, a loud crack eliciting the room of it’s solidity and harshness, of how kisses are just as rough and whole and solid.
The stick rolls away in a slow stream of consistency as Taehyun pulls Mino down onto the desk, his lips eager and brutal, his breath erratic and tongue relentless. Mino slams his hands onto the desk to hold himself upright before pulling Taehyun up with him, the desk a cursed barrier between them and so much more that can be offered to two people who yearn for the other’s touch.
Mino sidesteps the blasted desk and pulls Taehyun flush against him, pushing the vocalist back against the wooden slab and leaning down to bite at his pale jaw, his smooth neck, and slender collarbones, a taste of fresh winter and pure talent clinging onto the skin. Taehyun’s fingers thread their way into Mino’s short dark locks, his breathing growing harsher and harsher before a clattering of chairs snaps the two out of their world and back into reality.
"Ah shit, not again these two again." Seunghoon says behind a shocked Seungyoon and Jinwoo as the dancer slowly starts to back away. Mino quickly uprights himself and clears his throat while Taehyun harshly breaths through his noise, his eyes glaring down on the two members who are rooted to the ground, their gazes altering between Mino and Taehyun.
Seunghoon gulps loudly before he turns around and trips over to the door, the dominating presence of Taehyun and his displeasure almost hitting him in the back, leaving the other two clueless and shocked.
"Yah! Seungyoon! Jinwoo! Run!" Seunghoon exclaims as he dashes out of the room as Taehyun grabs the stick and stalks towards the three of them, cold anger and murder melting in his orbs. The said two hyungs look at each other before turning around and dashing out of the room, screaming for Taehyun to spare them and that they were sorry, they didn’t mean to interrupt.
"I’m going to pummel the three of you into the ground if it’s the last thing I do." Taehyun growls as he chases down his hyungs who are out to ruin his life.