Great Teacher Lee Jinki [1/?] Encounter
Title: Great Teacher Lee Jinki
Pairing: Ontae, slight!2min
Length: Chaptered
Summary: Jinki just wants to finish his student teaching program before graduating university. He faces obstacles in the form of delinquent high school student Taemin, who’s dying to get in his pants. Enter music teacher, Key who wants to take tyrannical control of the school. And the hunky student Minho who has something going on with Taemin, the little minx. Amidst all the drama, Jinki’s best friend Jonghyun is not helping. Will Jinki survive long enough to reach his dream of becoming a teacher?
Rating: NC -17
Warning: sex, language, occasional appearances by Dubulge
Jinki looked down at the packet in his hands that said Daejin High School across the top in big, bold letters. Musing, he used a finger to trace over the black print.
With a clunk, the office door opened forcefully and Soojung (she always wanted to be called by her first name), his professor and also counselor and occasional life coach for the past four years walked in, late as usual, cutting preliminary greetings as she swung her over-sized bag on her desk and took a seat across from him.
“Did you wait long?” Before Jinki even had a chance to reply Soojung threw something into his lap. It was a can of cold coffee. “Drink it. You’re going to need it.”
Without further ado, Soojung jumped into an explanation of Jinki’s student teaching program for the next semester and Jinki just sat there sipping his coffee as words like “taking the reins” “lesson plans” and “proper conduct” washed over him with the force of a pack of wild ponies on crack. As Soojung’s lecture got longer Jinki started to wonder if he should take notes or something but couldn’t get himself to move under his counselor’s intense gaze.
When she was done, Soojung sighed and ran a hand through her hair impatiently as she reached over to grab Jinki’s coffee out of his hand once more and took a hearty swig from it. “Look, this is your last step before you graduate and go on to get your teaching licensure but it’s not supposed to be overly hard.”
Jinki nodded, kind of wanting his coffee back but knowing better not to ask.
“Still, don’t fuck it up.”
He gulped.
Jinki felt the muscles of his face start to strain as he made a valiant effort to maintain the benign smile that had been on his face since 8am in the morning. He nodded along eagerly to the teacher’s (Mrs. Yeom, he reminded himself mentally) explanation of things such as the newly installed computers in the library and the Dewey decimal system as she finished up the final leg of their school tour, finally arriving in front of a door that read “staff only”.
Jinki allowed himself to be ushered in and seated in one corner of the teacher’s lounge before his assigned teacher frittered away again, probably to attend to more important tasks than to show around the new student-teacher. His first day nerves only worsened considering he was essentially abandoned for the next two hours. After finishing orientation and taking a tour of Daejin high school, there wasn’t much to do until lunch time and then his algebra class in the afternoon.
As he thrummed his fingers lightly on the table, he glanced down at his watch for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. Jinki had never been very fond of this watch-a birthday gift from his father that he secretly thought was pretentious-but today he just felt that much more resentful towards it. His watch was one of those fancy, minimalist designs that didn’t include a second hand, consequently denying Jinki the feeling of immediate relief that time was indeed passing.
Looking around the fairly crowded room, Jinki wondered what kind of teacher he would be when he finally attained his license. Frankly, he couldn’t say that most of the teachers in this school were exactly models of inspiration (he secretly vowed not to be like them). There were plenty of them, yapping away on their cell phones or gossiping with one another, who clearly didn’t give a fuck. But there were also others, like the one who was gazing at Jinki intensely from across the table, who perhaps cared too much.
Kibum, or “Key” as he introduced himself this morning during orientation, was currently a music teacher and something of a hotshot around the school as a likely candidate to be promoted to head of the parents’ association, despite his young age. He was also kind of crazy. Jinki wasn’t entirely sure why Key would want to take over the parents’ association because he had never met anyone who hated students more. Rather, his distaste for students seemed to give him some kind of sadistic pleasure that fueled his life.
“Let’s make a clean sweep!” Key punctuated his words with a bang of his fist on the table. There was a vindictive gleam in his eyes that made Jinki shudder. Key, who had for some reason taken a liking to Jinki when he first arrived, was informing him of his daily habit of scouring the school grounds during lunch hours to patrol for “hooligans” and bringing them to justice by “the scruff of their collars”. It wasn’t even his administrative job or anything: apparently he just did it for the feeling of self-fulfillment. Key had extended his hand towards Jinki for help in his task: considering Key had been the only teacher who had bothered to befriend him, other than the teacher who he was assigned to work with, Jinki found himself saying yes.
Activity was slow in terms of delinquent hunting and as Jinki’s stomach started to grumble a little, he began to regret agreeing to what seemed like a fruitless task. Key was still as spirited as ever in his task from what Jinki could see of him in the distance, running around with his ruler probably causing more havoc than the students he was out to catch. Perhaps that was because Key always took his lunch early, so that he could devote his time during student lunch hours to his self-proclaimed mission.
Jinki sighed a little and kept walking and walking. He trudged around to the back of the building that led to the school’s half-assed attempt at a garden, a dirt path leading to a small, hastily fenced-in plot of land. And what he saw there among the overgrown weeds and wilted flowers finally made him stop.
Jinki stared, half fascinated half horrified at the sight of the strange youth before him. She was obviously breaking school rules but she didn’t even try to hide it as she smoked her cigarette nonchalantly in broad daylight in the middle of a fucking garden.
The kid looked like the embodiment of everything that was wrong with society’s youth today: the whirls of cigarette smoke and the tight clothing, especially the tattered black skinny jeans that were way too exposing gave off a dangerous kind of sex appeal that had no place in an institution for learning. At first glance the round eyes, high cheekbones, and messily tied up ponytail gave off the impression of a pretty girl but upon closer inspection, the overall flatness in body indicated otherwise.
The she-boy took a drag from his cigarette and cocked an eyebrow at Jinki, “What are you looking at?” It wasn’t a question so much as it was a threat. Jinki could just hear the silent expletive at the end. Maybe Jinki would have even felt a bit threatened if the kid hadn’t had the body equivalent to an Olsen twin. The anorexic one.
“I’m quaking in my shoes,” Jinki muttered, staring at the youth with a renewed feeling of disapproval. The boy’s eyes narrowed.
Briefly Jinki wondered if kids had been this rebellious when he had been in high school. He supposed they had, except he had never been aware of it as his high school days had consisted of long nights in the library on Fridays and even longer days spent doing homework on Saturdays (he liked to take his time on assignments).
While Jinki was wasting time reminiscing on his pathetic high school past, he almost missed the boy in question flick the butt of his cigarette obnoxiously close to Jinki’s feet and start to walk away. Cringing at the boy’s utter disregard for littering laws, Jinki hurried to stop the boy with what he hoped was his most intimidating teacher-in-training voice.
“Stop, young man!”
Jinki puffed out his chest a little: he was already well on his way to becoming a regular, cracking down on hooligans and laying down the law of the school. He surreptitiously pushed up the bridge of his horn-rim glasses in what he hoped appeared as a scholarly-looking gesture. However, Jinki’s body deflated again like a helium balloon in hot weather when he saw the said hooligan slowly turn around with what looked suspiciously like a smirk on his face.
Though the boy’s attempted escape was speedy, the amount of time it took him to walk back to where Jinki stood was a lot slower. Jinki wondered if it was intentional, just like how he wondered if the sensual sway of hips and sexy pursing of lips was intentional too. Jinki felt the tips of his ears redden, an old tendency that seemed to exist just to embarrass him at times like this.
Before he knew it, the boy was leaning in, way too close for comfort, peering up at Jinki with doe eyes that were squinting just a bit in what appeared as concentration. “You’re cute,” he declared after a moment, pulling back, smirking even more when he saw how Jinki’s eyes widened.
Then he was leaning in once again, and Jinki found that he couldn’t move, helplessly staring down at the teenage boy whose face was getting closer and closer. The soft, plush lips were surprisingly gentle against his, a whiff of smoke and an aftertaste of something tangy sweet, like jolly ranchers. Jinki winced at the irony.
When the boy pulled away, he was grinning up at Jinki as if kissing strangers was just an everyday thing. Jinki thought he could see the devil in that grin.
“You’d be cuter if you didn’t have such a stick up your ass.” Jinki felt a hand on his butt, squeezing it hard. Twice. He had never felt more molested.
Jinki hadn’t had anyone hit on him in years. He blamed it on his intense workload (his best friend Jonghyun blamed it on his social awkwardness and terrible sense of style). His undergraduate years were spent in equal monk-like abstinence to his high school years as he worked towards gaining a double degree in education and math. Now that he was in his final semester of college (he was graduating a semester later than all his friends because he took a semester off to go to that service trip to India last year), he had to finish up his current student teaching program while also working a side job in the evenings as a waiter at a Japanese grill for some extra cash.
Though his family and even some of his friends still wondered why Jinki wasted his talents going into teaching (Jinki’s father still said the word with a derisive curl of his lip), Jinki’s dream ever since he was a kid was to become a teacher (he blamed it on his childhood fascination with GTO). Jinki persevered towards his goal, sometimes to the point that other things in his life kind of fell to the wayside, one of those being his sex life.
Hence, the fact that some hot juvenile delinquent had kissed him, felt him up, and then subsequently turned out to be in his afternoon algebra class made him flustered to say the least.
He had asked Kibum about the strange boy after he had stumbled back into the building in a confused haze, minutes before the lunch hour ended. He remembered the dark look that came over Key’s sharp features. Key left Jinki shaking his head, pondering upon his cryptic words.
“Oh, Lee Taemin? Not much can be done about that one. He’s an untouchable.”
Following his brief encounter with Key, Jinki had gathered up his teaching materials and situated himself in the third floor classroom that would hold second year algebra. Of all his luck, he was in one of the older wings in the school that didn’t have very good air circulation. Perfect for learning math, Jinki thought drily. Though opening all the windows made it marginally better, it was still no match for the muggy Korean weather. Jinki wiped the sweat that was accumulating under his glasses. At least if he broke out in a nervous sweat in front of his students, he could blame it on the heat.
Jinki gave a tentative smile to the students that filed in after the first bell. Something about the muscles of his face felt a little off but he didn’t want to grin like an idiot. He didn’t want to appear easy to the kids. Somewhere in the midst of all the students pouring into the classroom, Jinki decided it was a good idea to reorganize the papers on his desk. And when he looked back up again from pretending to be busy, he nearly fell out of his chair at the sight of the face smiling back at him.
It was him. Lee Taemin. He had put his long hair down from his pony tail and it was blonde, shoulder-length, tousled, and pretty much fucking perfect looking despite the humidity that was making Jinki feel like he was sweating out his entire water intake since yesterday.
The other students didn’t seem to think much of the fact that Taemin was standing only inches away from the new student-teacher with an insolent grin. Jinki though, felt like his heart would fall out his chest.
“Hey, Jinki.”
Jinki looked down at his chest. Damn his orientation nametag. “That’s seonsaengnim to you,” Jinki retorted in a whispered hiss. He hoped the panic didn’t show through in his voice.
The boy’s voice lowered to a husky whisper, “Oh c’mon Jinki, aren’t we past the formalities at this point?” His side swept bangs fell into his eyes as he cocked his head.
“Go. To. Your. Seat.” Jinki muttered through grit teeth, his eyes nervously continuing to survey the other students. With a shrug, the boy did as he was told. But not before he winked saucily.
With a final backwards glance at the algebra teacher who sat in the corner of the room giving him encouraging smiles, Jinki stood up on shaky legs and faced the sea of faces that looked back at him with a mixture of boredom and anticipation. Jinki tried hard to ignore one face in particular that seemed to shine with some kind of light even from the back row of the classroom.
“H-hi everyone. My name is Lee Jinki. I am a student-teacher here and I’ll be taking over the class from now on…”
Following the polite applause from the students-quite probably induced by hand signals from the teacher-Jinki moved to write his name on the board.
Jinki. Out of nowhere, he had the vivid image of his name coming out of those plush, sinful lips. The sound of his name obviously being savored by a roll of that pink, wet tongue laving each syllable as if it were sweet candy or maybe even his-
His chalk broke. Students looked on curiously as he fumbled around the board for extra chalk, consequently finding none. He left his name at “Jink”, hoping that it didn’t sound too much like the name of some line of adult toys.
Next he moved to pick up the stack of worksheets he had organized earlier. One fumbling hand later, his neatly arranged papers were scattered on the floor and a very-disoriented Jinki was scrambling around to pick them up again to the amusement of the class and one Lee Taemin.
Needless to say, for his first lesson Jinki was something of a hot mess.
a/n I'm already far into this fic, predicting around 5 parts or so. Tell me if i'm wasting my time lol
Oh, and this fic has nothing to do with the manga GTO