ordinary life (part i of ii)
Ordinary Life
Part i of ii
Yoochun/Junsu
PG-13 - NC-17.
Romance. Drama. Comedy.
Summary: They were just normal, single professors. Or were they?
Part i || Part ii
Note: For junshoo. You wanted this kink ._. And special thanks to suju_shinki for pushing me to finish and post this up! I know I’ve been too much of a procrastinator. I could feel your virtual fingers coming out from the screen to strangle me while I moan and bitch about lifeT3T
Comments and concrits? :DDD
ordinary life; part i
Professor Kim Junsu eyed the student intently, analysing him for a moment before looking down at the report, eyes raptly skimming through the printed words. The student squirmed uncomfortably.
The silence was agonising. Well, to the student, at least.
“Alright, Jung. I’m passing you on effort alone. No more chances after this. Understood?” Professor Kim spoke sternly, creases marring his forehead as he reached for a red pen to re-grade the paper. “I’ll update the Student Administration System with your new marks. Inform me if the SAS has not reflected the new academic results at your end by the end of the week.”
The student’s eyes lit up in happiness and relief as he nodded furiously. He’d managed to pass this difficult assignment for the module, after all. Thank god.
“On the contrary Kim-sshi, Jung’s grade should remain as it is.”
Junsu’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing into thin slits at the source of the voice.
“And why is that, Park-sshi?”
“Jung needs to learn his lesson. Begging the professors to pass him when his assignments are-” Jung Yunho could feel holes burning into the back of his head, “-below satisfactory will not help him in life; presently or future wise.”
Yunho gulped. This doesn’t look good.
“The meaning of working hard to achieve success and results will be clear once he realises begging will get him nowhere.” Park Yoochun drawled, as he stood by the door frame.
“I assure you Park-sshi; Jung’s past performance has been consistent. A student should not be failed in entirety just because of one assignment.”
The bespectacled professor almost snorted. He straightened himself from leaning against the doorway. “Just last term Jung was pleading me to reassess his failing grades as well.”
“And why would that concern me, Park-sshi? The attendance has shown that Jung has been attending my classes regularly and has shown consistent effort in his assignments. As such, he deserves to be graded a positive on this module.” Junsu replied with an air of finality in his voice, as he handed Yunho back his report. “You may leave, Jung.”
“You’re too soft on the students, Kim-sshi.”
“Whether I’m lenient on the students or not remains to be my problem, Park-sshi. Please do not concern yourself in this.”
“It concerns me when you’re letting students pass as and when they please.”
“Pass my students as and when they please? For your information Park-sshi, I grade my students strictly based on the criterion set by the university. And again, whether they pass or fail my modules remains to be none of your concern. Please stay out of this, Park-sshi.” Junsu replied politely albeit through gritted teeth. Chucking the heavy crystal paper weight at that scrawny man has never felt so tempting before. Wait, that painting looks more satisfying.
“Based on the criterion? The criterion does not state passing the student based on effort alone, Kim-sshi-”
“As educators, we are allowed to exercise subjectivity, Park-sshi, in case you have forgotten.” The soft shuffling of sneakers caught Junsu’s attention. “Jung, what are you still doing here? You may leave.” He turned back to face Yoochun, lips set in a hard line.
“Stay, Jung.”
“Leave.”
“Stay.”
“He’s my student, and we’re done discussing the finalisation of his grade. Hence, he may leave.” Junsu directed a fierce glare at the other man. The day Kim Junsu backs down would be the day he worships and kiss that gargantuan forehead resting atop Park Yoochun’s face. Wait, that wasn’t entirely-
A loud obnoxious cough followed by the impatient tapping of expensive brown loafers caught the attention of the bickering colleagues (and a mortified looking student who was standing between the verbal spitfires, about to pass out at any given moment).
“Park Yoochun-sshi. Kim Junsu-sshi.” Said men looked up from their heated debate, gazes blazing. It was Shim Changmin, the -stuffy, in Junsu’s opinion- dean.
Yunho took it as his chance to quietly crawl out from the office. Back to the real world where he couldn’t feel a certain someone darting flamethrowers to the back of his head.
The tension in the office was high, to the point that if this was an alternate world, Changmin could already imagine them as Ron and Hermione, stupefying and throwing bludgers at each other. Yes, Shim Changmin loved Harry Potter references. They were interesting.
“What seems to be the problem,” This time, Changmin silently added.
“Nothing.”
Unison reply.
Oh, so this they could agree on, but not on simple student affairs. The dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. “You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Monosyllabic answers. Unison reply. Again.
The dean adjusted his spectacles and inwardly sighed. Shim Changmin was this close to punching the cat pictures just above Kim Junsu’s head.
Think happy, think happy. Just a few more days before your vacation starts, Shim. The tall dean unconsciously felt for his inhaler in his suit pocket. And your therapist appointment.
“Alright, then.” He took a seat, staring pointedly at both men behind his dark rimmed glasses. And waited. His foot resumed its tapping.
5, 4, 3, 2-
“He started it!” Junsu accused the other man childishly, nostrils unattractively flaring. An arm and a finger flung out to emphasis his point.
Changmin vaguely wondered what he’d seen in this man when he agreed to hire him. Oh. Right. He was on dimenhydrinate that day.
Yoochun snorted. “It’s not my fault you take pity on the students too easily.”
“How dare you say that Park Yoochun-”
Changmin could feel his temple throbbing as the duo resumed their argument. What had he done in his previous life to deserve this?
“Well maybe you were a worthless scum who slept with the King’s wife, that’s why!” Junsu exclaimed.
Did Changmin accidentally say that thought out loud? His lips twitched. This could be a pretty good reason to fire Junsu then.
“Kim-sshi,” Yoochun growled, emphasising on the ‘sshi’, “Take that back right now.”
Or maybe not. Pity the insult wasn’t directed to Changmin. What a disappointment.
He cleared his throat loudly. “10 page report. On marking criterion and staff behaviour. By tomorrow.” The dean stood up, regally dusting off imaginary lint on his suit.
“Merry Christmas in advance to you both. Enjoy your holidays,” And I hope you get coals in your stockings tonight, Changmin thought darkly, as he left the office with a soft click.
:: ✈ ::
Chocolates.
Dozens, wait no, hundreds of sweet, delicious artificially sweetened cacao were sitting on his desk. Waiting to be unwrapped, waiting to be melted oh-so tantalisingly in his mouth. Oh dear god. The greatest sin of all things edible. Chocolate. Sweet, delicious, calorie-inducing chocolate.
Kim Junsu is having a craving, and he’s going to relinquish that craving right here, right now. He took a step closer to his desk, tongue already peeking out from the side of his lips as his eyes ravished the wonderful treats in front on him. Nimble fingers reached out to tear apart a particular shiny gold wrapping.
Oh how he anticipated the feel of luscious velvety goodness melting and flowing down his throat.
Will it be bittersweet? Maybe it has nuts in it or fuck maybe-
The door to Junsu’s office slammed open, with a bespectacled man barging in and talking at top speed.
“-and these changes can be made.” The man paused, when he heard no response. “Junsu, are you even listening-” Yoochun looked up. A gradual smirk made its way up his lips.
“Kim-sshi.” Yoochun drawled, amusement lighting up his dark orbs. “Busy aren’t we?”
A loud wheeze erupted from the other as Junsu choked on his half-devoured cacao heaven, face burning up at being caught red-handed while indulging his secret, sinful pleasure. God damn it Park Yoocunt.
“What can I do for you, Park-sshi?” Junsu cleared his throat, accidentally choking on his spit in the process.
He leaned against his mahogany wooden desk; face straight and arms casually folded, in an attempt to salvage the pitiful remains of his manly, charismatic image. At least he looked good in this suit today.
Mirth flickered in the bespectacled man’s liquid orbs. “Looks like someone’s popular with the student population.” Yoochun picked up a glittery love note attached to a chocolate box in amusement. The card was dotted with pink hearts and lipstick.
“At least they like me. Unlike a certain boring someone.” Junsu muttered cynically under his breath.
“Ah, but Kim-sshi, I did receive gifts from our beloved students too.” Yoochun drawled lazily, the corners of his red, plump lips twitching.
Junsu narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the other. Impossible. Which student would like this pompous, arrogant, over-confident bastard?
A sleazy wink from said bastard. Bloody hell.
Mouth unintelligently gaping in outrage, Junsu got up from his desk and trudged past Yoochun, barging into the other’s office just next door. Junsu sputtered at the massive amounts of colourful, fragrant bouquets, mouth-watering chocolates and girly pink love letters littered all over the other’s spacious office. Nostrils flaring, Junsu turned back around and slammed the door of his office open, only to find a smug-looking Yoochun grinning charmingly in Junsu’s sacred swivelling office chair.
Junsu had never wanted to fling chocolates so badly at someone before.
:: ✈ ::
Reaching home already? ㅠㅠ
A sleek, black car came to a slow stop before the red traffic light; the man inside paused for a moment to put his shades away before pulling out his BlackBerry. He'd heard the beeping of a new message.
Soft light emitted from Yoochun's smartphone as he scrolled to read the new text. Tiny crinkles of happiness lifted the corners of his eyes as keyed in his response.
I'll be home in a few minutes, baby.
A/N: Eheheheh.
Comments are much appreciated like pink cotton candy♥
Part ii
Part i of ii
Yoochun/Junsu
PG-13 - NC-17.
Romance. Drama. Comedy.
Summary: They were just normal, single professors. Or were they?
Part i || Part ii
Note: For junshoo. You wanted this kink ._. And special thanks to suju_shinki for pushing me to finish and post this up! I know I’ve been too much of a procrastinator. I could feel your virtual fingers coming out from the screen to strangle me while I moan and bitch about lifeT3T
Comments and concrits? :DDD
ordinary life; part i
Professor Kim Junsu eyed the student intently, analysing him for a moment before looking down at the report, eyes raptly skimming through the printed words. The student squirmed uncomfortably.
The silence was agonising. Well, to the student, at least.
“Alright, Jung. I’m passing you on effort alone. No more chances after this. Understood?” Professor Kim spoke sternly, creases marring his forehead as he reached for a red pen to re-grade the paper. “I’ll update the Student Administration System with your new marks. Inform me if the SAS has not reflected the new academic results at your end by the end of the week.”
The student’s eyes lit up in happiness and relief as he nodded furiously. He’d managed to pass this difficult assignment for the module, after all. Thank god.
“On the contrary Kim-sshi, Jung’s grade should remain as it is.”
Junsu’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing into thin slits at the source of the voice.
“And why is that, Park-sshi?”
“Jung needs to learn his lesson. Begging the professors to pass him when his assignments are-” Jung Yunho could feel holes burning into the back of his head, “-below satisfactory will not help him in life; presently or future wise.”
Yunho gulped. This doesn’t look good.
“The meaning of working hard to achieve success and results will be clear once he realises begging will get him nowhere.” Park Yoochun drawled, as he stood by the door frame.
“I assure you Park-sshi; Jung’s past performance has been consistent. A student should not be failed in entirety just because of one assignment.”
The bespectacled professor almost snorted. He straightened himself from leaning against the doorway. “Just last term Jung was pleading me to reassess his failing grades as well.”
“And why would that concern me, Park-sshi? The attendance has shown that Jung has been attending my classes regularly and has shown consistent effort in his assignments. As such, he deserves to be graded a positive on this module.” Junsu replied with an air of finality in his voice, as he handed Yunho back his report. “You may leave, Jung.”
“You’re too soft on the students, Kim-sshi.”
“Whether I’m lenient on the students or not remains to be my problem, Park-sshi. Please do not concern yourself in this.”
“It concerns me when you’re letting students pass as and when they please.”
“Pass my students as and when they please? For your information Park-sshi, I grade my students strictly based on the criterion set by the university. And again, whether they pass or fail my modules remains to be none of your concern. Please stay out of this, Park-sshi.” Junsu replied politely albeit through gritted teeth. Chucking the heavy crystal paper weight at that scrawny man has never felt so tempting before. Wait, that painting looks more satisfying.
“Based on the criterion? The criterion does not state passing the student based on effort alone, Kim-sshi-”
“As educators, we are allowed to exercise subjectivity, Park-sshi, in case you have forgotten.” The soft shuffling of sneakers caught Junsu’s attention. “Jung, what are you still doing here? You may leave.” He turned back to face Yoochun, lips set in a hard line.
“Stay, Jung.”
“Leave.”
“Stay.”
“He’s my student, and we’re done discussing the finalisation of his grade. Hence, he may leave.” Junsu directed a fierce glare at the other man. The day Kim Junsu backs down would be the day he worships and kiss that gargantuan forehead resting atop Park Yoochun’s face. Wait, that wasn’t entirely-
A loud obnoxious cough followed by the impatient tapping of expensive brown loafers caught the attention of the bickering colleagues (and a mortified looking student who was standing between the verbal spitfires, about to pass out at any given moment).
“Park Yoochun-sshi. Kim Junsu-sshi.” Said men looked up from their heated debate, gazes blazing. It was Shim Changmin, the -stuffy, in Junsu’s opinion- dean.
Yunho took it as his chance to quietly crawl out from the office. Back to the real world where he couldn’t feel a certain someone darting flamethrowers to the back of his head.
The tension in the office was high, to the point that if this was an alternate world, Changmin could already imagine them as Ron and Hermione, stupefying and throwing bludgers at each other. Yes, Shim Changmin loved Harry Potter references. They were interesting.
“What seems to be the problem,” This time, Changmin silently added.
“Nothing.”
Unison reply.
Oh, so this they could agree on, but not on simple student affairs. The dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. “You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Monosyllabic answers. Unison reply. Again.
The dean adjusted his spectacles and inwardly sighed. Shim Changmin was this close to punching the cat pictures just above Kim Junsu’s head.
Think happy, think happy. Just a few more days before your vacation starts, Shim. The tall dean unconsciously felt for his inhaler in his suit pocket. And your therapist appointment.
“Alright, then.” He took a seat, staring pointedly at both men behind his dark rimmed glasses. And waited. His foot resumed its tapping.
5, 4, 3, 2-
“He started it!” Junsu accused the other man childishly, nostrils unattractively flaring. An arm and a finger flung out to emphasis his point.
Changmin vaguely wondered what he’d seen in this man when he agreed to hire him. Oh. Right. He was on dimenhydrinate that day.
Yoochun snorted. “It’s not my fault you take pity on the students too easily.”
“How dare you say that Park Yoochun-”
Changmin could feel his temple throbbing as the duo resumed their argument. What had he done in his previous life to deserve this?
“Well maybe you were a worthless scum who slept with the King’s wife, that’s why!” Junsu exclaimed.
Did Changmin accidentally say that thought out loud? His lips twitched. This could be a pretty good reason to fire Junsu then.
“Kim-sshi,” Yoochun growled, emphasising on the ‘sshi’, “Take that back right now.”
Or maybe not. Pity the insult wasn’t directed to Changmin. What a disappointment.
He cleared his throat loudly. “10 page report. On marking criterion and staff behaviour. By tomorrow.” The dean stood up, regally dusting off imaginary lint on his suit.
“Merry Christmas in advance to you both. Enjoy your holidays,” And I hope you get coals in your stockings tonight, Changmin thought darkly, as he left the office with a soft click.
:: ✈ ::
Chocolates.
Dozens, wait no, hundreds of sweet, delicious artificially sweetened cacao were sitting on his desk. Waiting to be unwrapped, waiting to be melted oh-so tantalisingly in his mouth. Oh dear god. The greatest sin of all things edible. Chocolate. Sweet, delicious, calorie-inducing chocolate.
Kim Junsu is having a craving, and he’s going to relinquish that craving right here, right now. He took a step closer to his desk, tongue already peeking out from the side of his lips as his eyes ravished the wonderful treats in front on him. Nimble fingers reached out to tear apart a particular shiny gold wrapping.
Oh how he anticipated the feel of luscious velvety goodness melting and flowing down his throat.
Will it be bittersweet? Maybe it has nuts in it or fuck maybe-
The door to Junsu’s office slammed open, with a bespectacled man barging in and talking at top speed.
“-and these changes can be made.” The man paused, when he heard no response. “Junsu, are you even listening-” Yoochun looked up. A gradual smirk made its way up his lips.
“Kim-sshi.” Yoochun drawled, amusement lighting up his dark orbs. “Busy aren’t we?”
A loud wheeze erupted from the other as Junsu choked on his half-devoured cacao heaven, face burning up at being caught red-handed while indulging his secret, sinful pleasure. God damn it Park Yoocunt.
“What can I do for you, Park-sshi?” Junsu cleared his throat, accidentally choking on his spit in the process.
He leaned against his mahogany wooden desk; face straight and arms casually folded, in an attempt to salvage the pitiful remains of his manly, charismatic image. At least he looked good in this suit today.
Mirth flickered in the bespectacled man’s liquid orbs. “Looks like someone’s popular with the student population.” Yoochun picked up a glittery love note attached to a chocolate box in amusement. The card was dotted with pink hearts and lipstick.
“At least they like me. Unlike a certain boring someone.” Junsu muttered cynically under his breath.
“Ah, but Kim-sshi, I did receive gifts from our beloved students too.” Yoochun drawled lazily, the corners of his red, plump lips twitching.
Junsu narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the other. Impossible. Which student would like this pompous, arrogant, over-confident bastard?
A sleazy wink from said bastard. Bloody hell.
Mouth unintelligently gaping in outrage, Junsu got up from his desk and trudged past Yoochun, barging into the other’s office just next door. Junsu sputtered at the massive amounts of colourful, fragrant bouquets, mouth-watering chocolates and girly pink love letters littered all over the other’s spacious office. Nostrils flaring, Junsu turned back around and slammed the door of his office open, only to find a smug-looking Yoochun grinning charmingly in Junsu’s sacred swivelling office chair.
Junsu had never wanted to fling chocolates so badly at someone before.
:: ✈ ::
Reaching home already? ㅠㅠ
A sleek, black car came to a slow stop before the red traffic light; the man inside paused for a moment to put his shades away before pulling out his BlackBerry. He'd heard the beeping of a new message.
Soft light emitted from Yoochun's smartphone as he scrolled to read the new text. Tiny crinkles of happiness lifted the corners of his eyes as keyed in his response.
I'll be home in a few minutes, baby.
A/N: Eheheheh.
Comments are much appreciated like pink cotton candy♥
Part ii