PROPOSAL.
Title: PROPOSAL
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: G-Ri (G-Dragon/Seungri)
Author:oxygenlove
Summary: Mr. Kwon rejects Mr. Lee's proposal because of selfish motives.
AN: First ever smut I've written. Dedicated to and beta-ed by raid_kun because of this post of his.
PROPOSAL
"So why aren't you approving my proposal then? You approved Mr. Dong's proposal for piano lessons after school in his studio, you approved Mr. Choi's proposal for rapping and beat boxing lessons as an Alternative Class and even Mr. Kang's proposal for a Doraemon Fan club was approved! Sir, this is totally unfair!" He protests and you find it really endearing the way his eyes are flashing with his anger.
"Seungri, I thought I told you to call me Hyung when it's just the two of us." You scold him lightly, picking up the folder of his proposal off your desk again.
"You aren't listening to me, Mr. Kwon!" He says, annoyed at you now, you can tell. You smile at this because you think he looks really appealing when he's annoyed.
"Oh, I am listening. You're the one who's not listening to me, Seungri. I told you, you should ca-"
"Hyung! Happy now?" He rushes the words out like they're venom. "Will you please re-consider my proposal, hyung?" He smiles a fake smile your way.
"Why, why, why are you being so formal with me, anyway?" You flip through the pages of his proposal and think that it really isn't that bad. "I like your proposal, actually."
"Read it again! Re- what?" He stops and looks at you, bewildered. "You like my proposal but why the hell did you reject it?!" He nearly shouts and the way he's becoming informal with his swearing is making your smile grow wider.
"Because I needed to see you." You say matter-of-factly. He flinches from your smile and takes a step back.
"Hyung..." He says, worried now.
"I know that if I ask you to come here for any other reason, you won't. So I had to reject your proposal to make you come here and see me. I know how passionate you are about your -" You look at the heading in his folder. "-your Dance Competition 2009."
"Hyung, stop playing around." He says as you stand up from your chair, rounds the corner of your mahogany desk and start to walk towards him in slow steps. He matches yours with taking backward steps.
"Did you close the door, Seungri?" You ask, taking off the glasses you're wearing and placing them on the coffee table by your side.
"Yes, hyung, I did. I'm regretting it now, though." You chuckle at the reluctance in his steps now as he's nearing the door.
"So, yeah, anyway, Seungri, about that one last time-"
"It was a moment of weakness, hyung! A moment of weakness!" He shouts at you and you really are loving this.
"Ah, so it was a moment of weakness. You didn't seem weak at that time, though. I mean, you did pin me against the wall of the auditorium and started kissing me really hard. My secretary asked me the day after why my lips are bruised." You see his cheeks blushing. "Oh and I think you're a great kisser, by the way."
"Hyung, really. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I just lost control and-"
"Lost control? Oh! So you were just controlling yourself all this time?" You laugh, relieved. "And here I am thinking I'm the only one doing the controlling."
"Hyung, you?" He asks, eyes wide.
"Yeah, me. I mean, I become crazy when you walk in during staff meetings wearing that fucking red tie of yours and when you have that one black shirt on, damn, Seungri! And when you wear that really tight fitting black jeans? Hell, Ri. That almost really killed me." You think back to those many times and how you wanted to just jump him. To hell with school positions.
You've finally cornered him against the door. You reach back and check if he really did lock the door.
"I told you I locked it!" He whispers.
"Why are you whispering now?" You ask, fascinated by the red tint in his cheeks.
"Because there might be people outside!" He whispers again .
"You stupid kid. They're all in the auditorium, remember? That talk with Mr. Yang about 'Sexual Tension in School Part II' is today. You know, the continuation of last time's Part I, last time when you took advantage of me." You smile suggestively and he tries to escape you by going to his left. You block him with your arm, trapping him and stepping closer, bringing your body flush against his on the door.
"Hyung. Not today." He pleads and you smile against his neck, which you've been inhaling his sweet sweet scent from.
"When then? If not now, when?" And you bite his neck, feel him hump his hips against yours and-
"Hyu~ung!"
"Hmm, Seungri. Just like that. Moan just like that." You kiss along his collarbone, nips along his shoulder through his clothes .
"Stop? This- this is stupid! I don't want this!" He tries but you can feel him growing in his pants against your thigh and you beg for him not to reject you because you've waited for this moment for far too long.
"Stupid? Seungri, stupid?" You say against his neck.
"Yes, hyung. Stupid. I don't-"
And you pull him in, hard. You crush him to you more, body on body and he falls against you. You push him against the door and hear his gasp! but you don't care as you move in, stopping any more sounds from his lips by covering them with yours. He tries to push you away (a tug at your heart but you tell yourself hang in there) and he pushes, pushes until he gets tired, until he starts to kiss you back, swipes your lips with his tongue, invades your mouth and searches for yours and they dance and dance. It is wet, and sloppy, just the way you like it.
"Hyung. what-"
Your hand begin to travel downwards, caressing his arm, down his chest, down, down, down until it reaches the hem of his shirt and you try to pull it up, slip your hand inside the fabric and touch his bare skin. Hyung You map your territory with trembling fingers as his hands are lost in your hair, pulling, tugging, making both of you moan. Seungri The shirt was gone and you lick your way downwards, nip your way down his neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh that made him hump his hips against yours, which in turn made you moan.
"You tease..." You whisper against his skin and he shivers, you smile and start your descend. Slowly, slowly, licking, kissing, nipping your way down. You reach a nipple and suck.
"Hyung, augh-ah- hm. Ah. Hyung." He's crushing your head to his chest, humping his hips to yours like he's crazy and you just can't keep up with his body and you feel his erection against your jeans and you think Fuck I want that in me.
How that thought crossed your mind, you have no idea, but your cock suddenly jumping in your boxers told you it would like that so you make your way back up to whisper to his ear, tonguing it and breathing hotly in it...
"Fuck me." You hump your hips to him for effect and you can see his eyes go all wide.
"H-hyung...!" You feel his cheeks become warmer. He's blushing. How cute.
"Fuck. Me." And with every word you've dragged him to your mahogany desk, pulling him on top of you as you stare into his eyes, challeging him to back down now. You pull his head to your lips and suck an earlobe, panting against it, letting him hear how much you need it.
"Y-you can't b-be serious..." He says but he's already unbuttoning your shirt, humping your left leg dangling from the edge of the desk.
"Oh, I am serious, Mr. Lee. Fuck me on this desk or you're getting fired." He chuckles and you try not to melt. This is not the time for mushy thoughts about Seungri, you scold yourself.
"But-" He's sliding the shirt down your shoulders.
"But what? Why? You don't want me? Don't want this?" You hump the air once, twice, thrice. "I need it, Professor Lee Seunghyun. I need you in me so badly." You smile coyly up at him and his eyes change, they became darker, scarier and you smile cause that's exactly what you want, an animal.
"I guess, Mr. Kwon, that leaves me with no choice." Suddenly, your jeans are already around your ankles and you can't remember when he unbuttoned it or pulled the zipper down or when he took your belt off. When? For someone who was totally against this, he sure knows how to act fast. And he disappears from your vision and fuck.
"Seung- seungriiiii...." He's kissing your cock through your boxers, nipping at the tip slightly, making you squirm, making you thrash, papers, pens and proposal folders falling on the floor with a clatter and you could care less because hell, your employee is just about to suck you. "Seung- Lee Seung- aughnnn."
He bites the rim of your boxers and drags it down with his teeth. You lift your hips up and help him, fix your hands on his head as he surfaces back up. The cold air from the air conditioner making you shiver now that you're naked, but his breath on your hip bone, (Hell, that's hot).
"Damn!" He kisses the tip, snakes his tongue out and augh licks it, cleans the head and sucks hard on it. "SEUNGRI!"
And you try your hardest to lift your upper body and look at him, you succeed but oh god the sight of him, his lips red and pouty, glistening with your precum (hell damn fuck shit that's hot) and you fall back down on your desk with a thump! You give up and just lay there, trying to catch your breath but it keeps on evading you as he fucking start to lick up and down and back up again. And without a warning he takes you deep into his mouth, deepthroating you.
"FUCK! SEUNGRI!" He stays like that for a minute as your whole world pauses with him and you tug his hair and he wakes up and starts bobbing his head up and down, suckling, moaning around your cock as you try to pull him into you more, probably gagging him but you don't really fucking care because when he moans, the vibrations it sends up your spine are heaven. Ah, so this is heaven.
Suddenly, you see two of his fingers in front of you and he tries to push them into your mouth and you open your lips and suck on them. You suck at them like how he's sucking at your cock down there and you don't understand how the fuck is he so good at this?
The two fingers are pulled out and you're lost again until you feel something pushing against your opening. Seungri! Without warning he shoves the two fingers inside your ass and AUGHN more more more faster faster faster. And he pumps his fingers in and out and faster and deeper and he touches your- UGHN.
"Wait. Ah, I'm-I'm ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" You come into his mouth, the sticky liquid passing you by and dripping into his open lips and fuck, he takes the whole shot and nothing drips out of his mouth. He's still finger-fucking you and you're still so high and sensitive and you see him standing up. You look up at him with lidded eyes and see his mouth. Huh? He didn't swallow your cum but instead spits it into his hand and smirks at you. Oh no, please, no, you're so weak right now, no.
He's taken his pants off, when? You don't recall. But now he's pumping his cock with his hands, coating it with your cum as lube. (How fucking hot. But please no, not now.) He flips you on the table and covers you with his body.
"Mr. Headmaster, you are so going to get it." He whispers hotly into your ear, tonguing it like an expert and really, you need to ask him where he learned all this.
"Well, I did beg for it, didn't I?" You try to say but your voice, is that your voice? You sound so hoarse, so out of it, so lost in this Seungri-induced sex world.
"Yeah, you did, sir. You begged for it." And he pushes in.
Your vision blacks out for a second as you see darkness in front of you dotted out by white sparkles. You hear him panting, his moans directly deposited into your ear as he continues to assault your ear, fucking it hotly with his tongue as his hips, fuck, his hips. His hips just moving on their own accord, incredibly high speed and you feel nothing but his cock, sliding in and out of you and this is... the highest point of happiness you will ever possibly achieve.
"You- are- so freaking- fucking- tight." Each word punctuated by a sharp thrust and you clench around him and he falls on you and starts his small thrusts. And hell no! This new position. He's-
"Oh, is that your little Kwon Jiyong button?" He laughs a hoarse laugh and start to fuck you directly in that direction, hitting that spot each time. "Let me push it for you, Mr. Kwon."
"S-seungri. Augh." His right hand suddenly snakes in front of you and gets a hold of your forgotten cock (with which you've been fucking the mahogany desk with all this time).
"Can't forget this guy here." And he fists you and fucks you and augh in out in out up down up down. Hell.
You feel so good around me, hyung.
Shut up and fuck me harder.
Mr. Kwon, stop being a bitch and just-
Deeper, Seungri, deeper deeper deeper
You want it deeper?
Ah! Yes! faster Faster faster faster
You want it faster?
Harder, baby, harder.
It's building up inside you, starting somewhere, anywhere, and you want to stop it, want this moment to last longer but feel it's impossible as he suddenly turns his head and kisses you roughly, bruises probably forming in your lips again as he devours you, as you kiss him back, as his hips start to thrust into you in small quick succession, nearing nearing nearing...
"I'm- co-"
He loses himself into you and you feel his cum flowing inside you, filling you up completely and dripping back down your thighs, legs. Damn. And he pulls out and flips you on your back and hell, wait, gets in between your legs and sucks your cock again and deepthroats you and hell.
Ecstacy as you explode for the second time and this time he swallows all, drinks you and moves back up to lay with you on the mahogany desk and kisses you sweetly, slowly, lazily.
"We should.. fight... more often." He pants against your lips and you can't answer because you're still so weak. You just snuggle into his arms and hear his heartbeat, One, two, three, four, five, six...
One hundred sixty four beats.
"Where the hell did you learn all that?" You demand from him silently. He's tracing circles on your neck with his lips.
"Watching porn."
"I figured you'd be the type who'd watch porn before you do your lesson plans."
"And from fantasizing about you so much."
"Oh."
AN: So iamshyandembarassed. I've never written anything past kissing and this is so so more than kissing. Hope you don't throw rocks at me. I tried, really!
So even though nobody might be interested, here's how this fic came to be (taken from raid_kun 's lj):
Who would make a better college professor, 6 (Yoona) or 11 (Seungri)?
IDEK. If I had such good-looking professors, I'd probably be like the worst student ever.
(Not that I'm not already, but you know what I mean.)
I guess Yoona. Seungri would just be too damned arrogant to teach anything and some headmaster (JIYONG YES PRS) will come teach him a good lesson on teaching.
OH GOD EPIC FIC PRS SOMEONE WRITE?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: G-Ri (G-Dragon/Seungri)
Author:oxygenlove
Summary: Mr. Kwon rejects Mr. Lee's proposal because of selfish motives.
AN: First ever smut I've written. Dedicated to and beta-ed by raid_kun because of this post of his.
PROPOSAL
"So why aren't you approving my proposal then? You approved Mr. Dong's proposal for piano lessons after school in his studio, you approved Mr. Choi's proposal for rapping and beat boxing lessons as an Alternative Class and even Mr. Kang's proposal for a Doraemon Fan club was approved! Sir, this is totally unfair!" He protests and you find it really endearing the way his eyes are flashing with his anger.
"Seungri, I thought I told you to call me Hyung when it's just the two of us." You scold him lightly, picking up the folder of his proposal off your desk again.
"You aren't listening to me, Mr. Kwon!" He says, annoyed at you now, you can tell. You smile at this because you think he looks really appealing when he's annoyed.
"Oh, I am listening. You're the one who's not listening to me, Seungri. I told you, you should ca-"
"Hyung! Happy now?" He rushes the words out like they're venom. "Will you please re-consider my proposal, hyung?" He smiles a fake smile your way.
"Why, why, why are you being so formal with me, anyway?" You flip through the pages of his proposal and think that it really isn't that bad. "I like your proposal, actually."
"Read it again! Re- what?" He stops and looks at you, bewildered. "You like my proposal but why the hell did you reject it?!" He nearly shouts and the way he's becoming informal with his swearing is making your smile grow wider.
"Because I needed to see you." You say matter-of-factly. He flinches from your smile and takes a step back.
"Hyung..." He says, worried now.
"I know that if I ask you to come here for any other reason, you won't. So I had to reject your proposal to make you come here and see me. I know how passionate you are about your -" You look at the heading in his folder. "-your Dance Competition 2009."
"Hyung, stop playing around." He says as you stand up from your chair, rounds the corner of your mahogany desk and start to walk towards him in slow steps. He matches yours with taking backward steps.
"Did you close the door, Seungri?" You ask, taking off the glasses you're wearing and placing them on the coffee table by your side.
"Yes, hyung, I did. I'm regretting it now, though." You chuckle at the reluctance in his steps now as he's nearing the door.
"So, yeah, anyway, Seungri, about that one last time-"
"It was a moment of weakness, hyung! A moment of weakness!" He shouts at you and you really are loving this.
"Ah, so it was a moment of weakness. You didn't seem weak at that time, though. I mean, you did pin me against the wall of the auditorium and started kissing me really hard. My secretary asked me the day after why my lips are bruised." You see his cheeks blushing. "Oh and I think you're a great kisser, by the way."
"Hyung, really. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I just lost control and-"
"Lost control? Oh! So you were just controlling yourself all this time?" You laugh, relieved. "And here I am thinking I'm the only one doing the controlling."
"Hyung, you?" He asks, eyes wide.
"Yeah, me. I mean, I become crazy when you walk in during staff meetings wearing that fucking red tie of yours and when you have that one black shirt on, damn, Seungri! And when you wear that really tight fitting black jeans? Hell, Ri. That almost really killed me." You think back to those many times and how you wanted to just jump him. To hell with school positions.
You've finally cornered him against the door. You reach back and check if he really did lock the door.
"I told you I locked it!" He whispers.
"Why are you whispering now?" You ask, fascinated by the red tint in his cheeks.
"Because there might be people outside!" He whispers again .
"You stupid kid. They're all in the auditorium, remember? That talk with Mr. Yang about 'Sexual Tension in School Part II' is today. You know, the continuation of last time's Part I, last time when you took advantage of me." You smile suggestively and he tries to escape you by going to his left. You block him with your arm, trapping him and stepping closer, bringing your body flush against his on the door.
"Hyung. Not today." He pleads and you smile against his neck, which you've been inhaling his sweet sweet scent from.
"When then? If not now, when?" And you bite his neck, feel him hump his hips against yours and-
"Hyu~ung!"
"Hmm, Seungri. Just like that. Moan just like that." You kiss along his collarbone, nips along his shoulder through his clothes .
"Stop? This- this is stupid! I don't want this!" He tries but you can feel him growing in his pants against your thigh and you beg for him not to reject you because you've waited for this moment for far too long.
"Stupid? Seungri, stupid?" You say against his neck.
"Yes, hyung. Stupid. I don't-"
And you pull him in, hard. You crush him to you more, body on body and he falls against you. You push him against the door and hear his gasp! but you don't care as you move in, stopping any more sounds from his lips by covering them with yours. He tries to push you away (a tug at your heart but you tell yourself hang in there) and he pushes, pushes until he gets tired, until he starts to kiss you back, swipes your lips with his tongue, invades your mouth and searches for yours and they dance and dance. It is wet, and sloppy, just the way you like it.
"Hyung. what-"
Your hand begin to travel downwards, caressing his arm, down his chest, down, down, down until it reaches the hem of his shirt and you try to pull it up, slip your hand inside the fabric and touch his bare skin. Hyung You map your territory with trembling fingers as his hands are lost in your hair, pulling, tugging, making both of you moan. Seungri The shirt was gone and you lick your way downwards, nip your way down his neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh that made him hump his hips against yours, which in turn made you moan.
"You tease..." You whisper against his skin and he shivers, you smile and start your descend. Slowly, slowly, licking, kissing, nipping your way down. You reach a nipple and suck.
"Hyung, augh-ah- hm. Ah. Hyung." He's crushing your head to his chest, humping his hips to yours like he's crazy and you just can't keep up with his body and you feel his erection against your jeans and you think Fuck I want that in me.
How that thought crossed your mind, you have no idea, but your cock suddenly jumping in your boxers told you it would like that so you make your way back up to whisper to his ear, tonguing it and breathing hotly in it...
"Fuck me." You hump your hips to him for effect and you can see his eyes go all wide.
"H-hyung...!" You feel his cheeks become warmer. He's blushing. How cute.
"Fuck. Me." And with every word you've dragged him to your mahogany desk, pulling him on top of you as you stare into his eyes, challeging him to back down now. You pull his head to your lips and suck an earlobe, panting against it, letting him hear how much you need it.
"Y-you can't b-be serious..." He says but he's already unbuttoning your shirt, humping your left leg dangling from the edge of the desk.
"Oh, I am serious, Mr. Lee. Fuck me on this desk or you're getting fired." He chuckles and you try not to melt. This is not the time for mushy thoughts about Seungri, you scold yourself.
"But-" He's sliding the shirt down your shoulders.
"But what? Why? You don't want me? Don't want this?" You hump the air once, twice, thrice. "I need it, Professor Lee Seunghyun. I need you in me so badly." You smile coyly up at him and his eyes change, they became darker, scarier and you smile cause that's exactly what you want, an animal.
"I guess, Mr. Kwon, that leaves me with no choice." Suddenly, your jeans are already around your ankles and you can't remember when he unbuttoned it or pulled the zipper down or when he took your belt off. When? For someone who was totally against this, he sure knows how to act fast. And he disappears from your vision and fuck.
"Seung- seungriiiii...." He's kissing your cock through your boxers, nipping at the tip slightly, making you squirm, making you thrash, papers, pens and proposal folders falling on the floor with a clatter and you could care less because hell, your employee is just about to suck you. "Seung- Lee Seung- aughnnn."
He bites the rim of your boxers and drags it down with his teeth. You lift your hips up and help him, fix your hands on his head as he surfaces back up. The cold air from the air conditioner making you shiver now that you're naked, but his breath on your hip bone, (Hell, that's hot).
"Damn!" He kisses the tip, snakes his tongue out and augh licks it, cleans the head and sucks hard on it. "SEUNGRI!"
And you try your hardest to lift your upper body and look at him, you succeed but oh god the sight of him, his lips red and pouty, glistening with your precum (hell damn fuck shit that's hot) and you fall back down on your desk with a thump! You give up and just lay there, trying to catch your breath but it keeps on evading you as he fucking start to lick up and down and back up again. And without a warning he takes you deep into his mouth, deepthroating you.
"FUCK! SEUNGRI!" He stays like that for a minute as your whole world pauses with him and you tug his hair and he wakes up and starts bobbing his head up and down, suckling, moaning around your cock as you try to pull him into you more, probably gagging him but you don't really fucking care because when he moans, the vibrations it sends up your spine are heaven. Ah, so this is heaven.
Suddenly, you see two of his fingers in front of you and he tries to push them into your mouth and you open your lips and suck on them. You suck at them like how he's sucking at your cock down there and you don't understand how the fuck is he so good at this?
The two fingers are pulled out and you're lost again until you feel something pushing against your opening. Seungri! Without warning he shoves the two fingers inside your ass and AUGHN more more more faster faster faster. And he pumps his fingers in and out and faster and deeper and he touches your- UGHN.
"Wait. Ah, I'm-I'm ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" You come into his mouth, the sticky liquid passing you by and dripping into his open lips and fuck, he takes the whole shot and nothing drips out of his mouth. He's still finger-fucking you and you're still so high and sensitive and you see him standing up. You look up at him with lidded eyes and see his mouth. Huh? He didn't swallow your cum but instead spits it into his hand and smirks at you. Oh no, please, no, you're so weak right now, no.
He's taken his pants off, when? You don't recall. But now he's pumping his cock with his hands, coating it with your cum as lube. (How fucking hot. But please no, not now.) He flips you on the table and covers you with his body.
"Mr. Headmaster, you are so going to get it." He whispers hotly into your ear, tonguing it like an expert and really, you need to ask him where he learned all this.
"Well, I did beg for it, didn't I?" You try to say but your voice, is that your voice? You sound so hoarse, so out of it, so lost in this Seungri-induced sex world.
"Yeah, you did, sir. You begged for it." And he pushes in.
Your vision blacks out for a second as you see darkness in front of you dotted out by white sparkles. You hear him panting, his moans directly deposited into your ear as he continues to assault your ear, fucking it hotly with his tongue as his hips, fuck, his hips. His hips just moving on their own accord, incredibly high speed and you feel nothing but his cock, sliding in and out of you and this is... the highest point of happiness you will ever possibly achieve.
"You- are- so freaking- fucking- tight." Each word punctuated by a sharp thrust and you clench around him and he falls on you and starts his small thrusts. And hell no! This new position. He's-
"Oh, is that your little Kwon Jiyong button?" He laughs a hoarse laugh and start to fuck you directly in that direction, hitting that spot each time. "Let me push it for you, Mr. Kwon."
"S-seungri. Augh." His right hand suddenly snakes in front of you and gets a hold of your forgotten cock (with which you've been fucking the mahogany desk with all this time).
"Can't forget this guy here." And he fists you and fucks you and augh in out in out up down up down. Hell.
You feel so good around me, hyung.
Shut up and fuck me harder.
Mr. Kwon, stop being a bitch and just-
Deeper, Seungri, deeper deeper deeper
You want it deeper?
Ah! Yes! faster Faster faster faster
You want it faster?
Harder, baby, harder.
It's building up inside you, starting somewhere, anywhere, and you want to stop it, want this moment to last longer but feel it's impossible as he suddenly turns his head and kisses you roughly, bruises probably forming in your lips again as he devours you, as you kiss him back, as his hips start to thrust into you in small quick succession, nearing nearing nearing...
"I'm- co-"
He loses himself into you and you feel his cum flowing inside you, filling you up completely and dripping back down your thighs, legs. Damn. And he pulls out and flips you on your back and hell, wait, gets in between your legs and sucks your cock again and deepthroats you and hell.
Ecstacy as you explode for the second time and this time he swallows all, drinks you and moves back up to lay with you on the mahogany desk and kisses you sweetly, slowly, lazily.
"We should.. fight... more often." He pants against your lips and you can't answer because you're still so weak. You just snuggle into his arms and hear his heartbeat, One, two, three, four, five, six...
One hundred sixty four beats.
"Where the hell did you learn all that?" You demand from him silently. He's tracing circles on your neck with his lips.
"Watching porn."
"I figured you'd be the type who'd watch porn before you do your lesson plans."
"And from fantasizing about you so much."
"Oh."
AN: So iamshyandembarassed. I've never written anything past kissing and this is so so more than kissing. Hope you don't throw rocks at me. I tried, really!
So even though nobody might be interested, here's how this fic came to be (taken from raid_kun 's lj):
Who would make a better college professor, 6 (Yoona) or 11 (Seungri)?
IDEK. If I had such good-looking professors, I'd probably be like the worst student ever.
(Not that I'm not already, but you know what I mean.)
I guess Yoona. Seungri would just be too damned arrogant to teach anything and some headmaster (JIYONG YES PRS) will come teach him a good lesson on teaching.
OH GOD EPIC FIC PRS SOMEONE WRITE?