Labor Productivity
Title: Labor Productivity
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: xxbbq
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kris
Word Count: 5,721
Summary: Baekhyun makes a bet that he can score with his TA.
Warnings: crack and general fail of adhering to what was supposed to be an nc-17 rated prompt
Rating: PG-13
One
“A hundred says I’ll get him before the semester is over.”
Baekhyun pshes at the youngest in their group of friends as he swallows the food in his mouth. “Please, Sehun. As if he’s even into you. You’re like. A tadpole. And too tall. I bet he goes for the cute, petite type. Like me.”
Sehun rakes a hand through his half blonde, half black hair, frizzled from too many terrible dye jobs, and quirks an eyebrow at his friend. “Do you think you can do better, hyung? Maybe you’re wrong and maybe he likes guys a little younger. Some guys like fresher meat, if you get my drift.” Sehun makes an immature face at Baekhyun, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that makes Chanyeol and Luhan choke on their food, Baekhyun snorts but sits up straighter, in challenge.
“A hundred says I’ll get in his pants before the semester is over.”
“You sure, hyung?” Sehun asks. Baekhyun bobs his head up and down, the wispy ends of his brunette hair catching in his eyes. He’s confident he’ll be able to win over Sehun. The younger male is certainly eye-catching and attractive but he’s also prone to being awkward when he tries to put the moves on someone.
“Shake on it,” a voice down the table, Jongdae, urges. “S’not official until you guys shake on it with us as witnesses.” Chanyeol and Luhan nod eagerly beside them, always willing participants in whatever shenanigans Sehun and Baekhyun like to cook up. Kyungsoo just looks resigned as he sighs into his lunch, mumbling a quiet ‘you’re going to regret this’. But of course, no one listens to reason.
Baekhyun and Sehun firmly clasp hands and, each with a competitive glint in their eyes, shake hands, sealing their deal.
÷
The aforementioned him is one Wu Yifan, a grad student pursuing a master’s degree in economics. He’s some six foot two walking Adonis of a man with Chrome Hearts lining his ears, chains and rings laced around his neck and fingers. He’s also got dirty blonde, effortlessly messy windswept hair à la One Direction’s Harry Styles.
The best part, of course, is that Wu Yifan is also the student teacher for Professor Kim Joonmyun’s economics lecture, a class Baekhyun and Sehun both had found boring (unless Jongdae was there to stutter and blush over his answers when he was called on) until Yifan’s arrival a couple weeks prior.
Wu Yifan’s easy demeanor had won over every female in the class and earned more than his fair share of unbelievable tch, so whats from the males (until he had proved too grudgingly likable with his undergrad basketball career that almost signed him into a multi-million dollar contract with an NBA team).
Baekhyun had simply admired from afar, taking every opportunity during lectures to let his eyes idly roam over Yifan’s pleasing figure and occasionally stop and ponder over the taste of the older man’s lips. Or the kinds of sounds that would come out of those lips if he’d tongue the studs in the teaching assistant’s ear.
Well, he’s got now got an entire semester devoted to finding out if the reality lived up to the dream.
÷
Professor Kim wraps up his hour of lecture with a reminder to the class about their next exam, craning his neck to speak louder over students’ groans. “Before you go, please review the first five chapters of the textbook in preparation for the exam which will be given a week from now. Feel free to download the lecture slides, and of course, make use of our office hours.” To the side, Yifan nods in agreement.
As the rest of his classmates pile out the door, Baekhyun walks up to the TA’s desk, where Yifan was quietly packing away his things. “Ah, excuse me, Yifan-sshi?” Baekhyun asks, getting ready to turn on his game face.
Yifan looks up with a smile and Baekhyun has to fight the urge to coo at how cute the other man looked. “Hey, what can I do for you…Baekhyun? Right?”
Caught off guard at hearing his name, Baekhyun ends up blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “You know who I am?” he asks incredulously.
The TA looks sheepish as he shrugs carelessly, a hand coming up to shyly scratch his nape. Baekhyun almost melts. “It’s my job to know everyone’s names?”
“Wow, Professor Kim doesn’t even know who I am. And I don’t even raise my hand in class!” Baekhyun’s completely flabbergasted, and definitely more than a little pleased.
Again, Yifan shrugs. “I, uh, I guess I just like to know who my students are so when they need help, I don’t feel awkward asking for their name.” Yifan offers a small smile and Baekhyun finds that he can’t help but smile back. “So, what did you need?”
“Right,” Baekhyun says, remembering why he came up to talk to the TA in the first place. “I was wondering if you had time for one-on-one tutoring sessions. I’m ashamed to say that I really didn’t pay much attention in class.” He blushes as he admits his inattention because it’s somehow embarrassing when Yifan is scrutinizing him. It makes him feel small.
“Yeah, sure.” Yifan digs into his bag and pulls out his iPhone. He taps a few buttons and offers it to Baekhyun. “Just give me your contact details and we can block off times that work for both of us.” Baekhyun smiles as he takes the blonde’s phone, making sure to let his fingers linger as they trailed over Yifan’s ring-studded ones.
He inputs his number and texts himself. “There,” he says, handing Yifan’s phone back to pull out his own. “Now I have yours, too.” Baekhyun shoots a flirty smile at the TA. “I’m gonna head out, now, okay? I’ll text you my schedule later?”
Yifan chuckles and Baekhyun fights the need to squeal when he catches the slight pink tint on the blonde’s cheeks. “I’ll be waiting for it,” Yifan blurts out before he can catch himself. “Um, uh, I mean…”
Baekhyun chuckles at the blonde, giddy with excitement at how smooth everything seems to be going, and just manages to catch himself before he almost walks into the doorjamb. Reeling with embarrassment, he averts his eyes and shuffles out with the last of his classmates.
÷
He works out a tutoring schedule with Yifan over the course of his next class (you’re in class? shouldn’t you put your phone away? Baekhyun finds himself smiling as he texts back don’t worry bout it. unlike econ, i got beginner’s music theory in the bag). Due to Yifan’s busy research schedule in addition to the courses he’s required to student each, the only available time that they can meet up each day is over lunch. They decide to conduct the meetings in Yifan’s office, a luxury few student teachers had.
Baekhyun texts his friends and tells them he’ll be skipping out on lunch for the rest of the semester because of the tutoring sessions. He makes sure to add in that they were going to be taking place in the TA's own office. It's not long before his phone buzzes with the first message.
how'd you do that!!! i could only get him to meet me in the library TT, is the text he receives in reply from Sehun.
i'm telling you, Baekhyun taps in reply. he likes 'em fun-sized :p
÷
Baekhyun throws a flirty smile behind him at the underclassman that whistled at him as they passed each other and shouted, “I’m Kim Jongin please marry me!” before being dragged away by his embarrassed friends who kept bowing in apology as they disappeared around the corner.
He had woken up this morning with a purpose-dress to impress, taking care to don an extra nice pair of tight, white skinny jeans that do nothing to hide his shapely thighs. He had debated over wearing a tight shirt or t-shirt, but in the end, he'd decided to opt for a wide-necked shirt to maximize collarbone visibility.
“You sure are attracting attention with that outfit, hyung.”
Baekhyun chuckles and reaches up to ruffle Sehun’s hair. “I don’t plan to lose, even if it’s to you. You look pretty good yourself, today, maknae,” he compliments, drinking in the sight of Sehun in tight pants and a loose tank that should be illegal for how much skin it didn’t cover.
Sehun pulls a face and whines, “Stop calling me that. I’m legal now!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Baekhyun shrugs. “Get going. You know how Kyungsoo will get on your case if you’re late for class.”
“We’re not finished with this discussion, hyung!”
Baekhyun waves halfheartedly to Sehun’s disappearing figure as he walks into Professor Kim's lecture. He catches Yifan’s eye and smiles innocently in greeting, the smile that Jongdae thinks is weird because his lips form a rectangle and Chanyeol says makes him look like a twelve year old dweeb. But it surprisingly works pretty well, especially when he’s dressed the way he is right now because it makes it seem like he’s oblivious to his own sex appeal. Baekhyun feels his face warm up, when he catches Yifan's intent gaze attempt to be discreet about ogling, and presses a hand to his cheek as if to brush off a piece of hair.
“Hey Yifan-sshi,” he greets as he sashays across the student teacher’s desk before sliding into a front row seat.
The seat choice proved to be a smart move, especially when Baekhyun noticed that the TA's attention seemed to divert over to the bottom half of his body more often than not, during the lecture.
Baekhyun drops his pen and bends over exaggeratedly to pick it up. When he comes back up, Yifan is staring resolutely at his laptop screen, fingers tapping away while Professor Kim drones on.
÷
The door to Yifan’s office is open when Baekhyun stops in for his first tutoring session.
“Yifan-sshi,” he greets with a bow.
The TA looks up from his papers and waves away the formalities and gestures for Baekhyun to sit. “Don’t worry about that. Just call me hyung. I’m not that much older than you and I feel like we’ll be good friends by the end of this semester, anyway.”
Baekhyun grins as he ducks his head in acquiescence because if he has his way, they'll hopefully be a lot more than just good friends in these upcoming months. And judging by the glances in lecture, the brunette things he definitely has a fair chance. He takes the seat across from Yifan and pulls out his books, all the while scheming on how many passes he could possibly make at the TA during this session.
However, about twenty minutes into tutoring session, Baekhyun realizes that he may actually need the extra help if he wants to pass the exam. “Wow,” he breathes, eyeing the papers strewn about the desk dismally, “I didn’t think I was that bad.” He frowns as he reads over terms and definitions printed in the text. Oligopolistic what?
Yifan grins wryly and lightly pats Baekhyun's hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll aim for passing this time around and go for the A next time around, yeah?”
“Okay, yeah,” Baekhyun says gratefully, trying to ignore the tingling in his hand where the blonde touched it. “Thanks, hyung.”
Baekhyun pushes thoughts of the bet out of his head and focuses on wrapping his brain around Karl Marx and Maynard Keynes. He's got an entire semester devoted to winning Yifan. He could afford to procrastinate for a bit, and he could definitely make use of the tutoring sessions he scored.
÷
The week progresses with Baekhyun diligently learning under Yifan's tutelage. Yifan is incredibly supportive during those sessions, rewarding Baekhyun with proud smiles when he understands something, and has an endless supply of patience in dealing with Baekhyun's frustrations when he just can't seem to grasp a concept.
“Ugh!” Baekhyun groans as he drops his head onto the glossy pages of his textbook. “I give up. I just don’t understand it.” He feels a hand nudge his head and he peers up at Yifan’s tired smile.
“Do you wanna take a break?” Yifan’s eyes soften at Baekhyun’s sad nod. “Come on, it’ll be good to change the scenery. We’ve been cooped up in this office all week.” The blonde stretches and starts gathering his books. “There’s a nice café around the corner that makes the best sandwiches. We can get some food in your stomach while we study. How about it?”
Baekhyun’s had enough of pouring over economic theory after economic theory in Yifan’s enclosed office-the space doesn’t even have windows-illuminated only by the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He scrambles to stuff his books and notes into his backpack and follows Yifan out.
On the way over to the café, they chat about whatever comes to mind. Yifan asks about Baekhyun’s music classes and the brunette returns the gesture by asking about the progress of Yifan’s research and graduation thesis. But really, Baekhyun ends up paying more attention to the amount of times Yifan’s tongue darts out to wet his lips than to the pros and cons of contractionary monetary policy versus expansionary monetary policy in a stagnant economic environment.
Baekhyun’s lost in thoughts of how nice Yifan’s lips look one second, and the next second, he’s crushed against a warm chest. “Whaaa?”
“Hey, watch yourself, there. Can’t have you walking into traffic,” Yifan chides and Baekhyun shivers as the smooth, baritone timbre of the blonde’s voice travels down his spine. Baekhyun’s fingers curl against Yifan’s shirt and when he lifts his head up, he locks eyes Yifan, and all the blood rushes to his face at the close proximity of their faces.
“Um.”
“Oh! Uh,” Yifan immediately lets go of Baekhyun, hands flying off as if burned. “Right. Sorry. Oh, the light’s green, let’s go. The café’s just across the street.” The blonde reaches towards Baekhyun and Baekhyun thinks Yifan’s going to grab his hand or something but he doesn’t and just awkwardly gestures over at a storefront with a colorful awning, instead. “Come on.”
Baekhyun, having cooled down from earlier, grins and decides to take the lead by grabbing one of Yifan’s hands in both of his, chattering away happily about how excited he is to try out the café to make the gesture seem not on purpose, on the spur of the moment.
Inside the café, Baekhyun grabs a table while Yifan places their order at the counter. He grabs a small booth in the corner and when Yifan sits down with their lunch, their knees knock into each other. “Did you want to move to a bigger table?” Yifan asks after apologizing for his long legs. Baekhyun shakes his head as he picks up a sandwich and takes a big bite.
They’re both quiet as they focus on appeasing their hunger. Baekhyun finishes eating first, and he picks up his drink to take a sip, hiding his mischievous smile behind it as he thinks of the perfect way to tease the TA. He lays out his book as Yifan finishes up eating and pretends to immerse himself in his notes.
Yifan jumps and chokes on his food when he feels a foot running up and down against his calf. He stares incredulously at Baekhyun but when the other boy doesn’t look up from his notes, Yifan figures it’s probably an unconscious kicking habit or something-he’s just feeling it because the table is so cramped and there’s no leg space. Yifan finishes up eating with a permanent blush on his face, oblivious to the amused stares shot at him across the table from the brunette.
Baekhyun, on the other hand, sniggers into his hands and keeps “accidentally” running his feet up Yifan’s legs, enjoying the way Yifan’s face seems to grow more purple the higher his foot travels.
Yifan isn’t going to know what hit him when Baekhyun really turns on the charm.
÷
Baekhyun runs excitedly up to Yifan after class, waving his exam paper around and shoving the bright red ‘B-‘ in the blonde’s face.
“I did it! I did it! I actually passed and did pretty well!”
“I know,” Yifan smiles, indulging Baekhyun’s enthusiasm. “I graded them.”
“It’s all thanks to you, hyung,” Baekhyun gushes.
Yifan blushes at the praise. “You earned it, Baek.”
Now, it was Baekhyun’s turn to blush, cheeks growing warm at the nickname and the warm look in Yifan’s eyes. “Awe, shucks,” he says, slapping Yifan’s arm half-heartedly to dispel the sudden influx of feelings that seemed to make his stomach swirl anxiously. “Come on, let me treat you to dinner as a thank you for turning my almost certain F to a B minus.”
÷
They go to a hole-in-the-wall place near Baekhyun’s apartment for dinner because that’s all Baekhyun can (is willing to) afford on a university budget. The portions are generous, though, and the prices are cheap but Baekhyun still pouts when Yifan orders triple helpings of ddeokbokki for himself.
“You said you didn’t even like ddeokbokki!” the smaller male whines as he spears his own piece of spicy rice cake shoves it in his mouth. “Hmph!”
Yifan doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed at being called out. “That was before you fed me a piece and I decided I liked it.” He forks some more pieces of rice cake into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “Ugh, so good.”
Baekhyun sniffs indignantly as he pays the bill when they finish. “You’re lucky I’m nice.”
The blonde laughs and drapes himself over Baekhyun’s shoulders and coos in his ear. “Awe, you know you love me,” he sing-songs. Baekhyun freezes as he’s handed his change, but Yifan doesn’t seem to notice, tugging Baekhyun up and declaring that they should go for a walk to burn off all the food they ate.
There’s no park nearby so the two of them end up walking around aimlessly in a comfortable silence. Occasionally, Baekhyun would brush his hands against Yifan’s. The first couple times he did it, the blonde would flinch away almost immediately, and then he would exaggerate his arm swings, making it a point to “accidentally” touch Yifan’s hand. Yifan had seemed so fed up with the hand, at one point, that he’d surprised the hell out of Baekhyun by grabbing the younger’s hand and tucking it in his elbow. Baekhyun stopped his shenanigans at that point and just clung on to the blonde’s arm as he started leading them towards his apartment.
“This is me. Tada,” he declares when they reach his apartment complex.
“Nice place,” Yifan comments, looking around.
Baekhyun clears his throat nervously. “You, uh, wanna come up, hyung?”
“Oh, uh, I better not. Should get going so I don’t get home too late. Thanks for the offer, though.” Yifan pats Baekhyun on the shoulder and the shorter male tries not to look disappointed as he nods in understanding.
“Right, you still probably have a ton of work to do, and you already spent so much time with me, today.”
“Maybe next time, yeah?”
“Promise?” Baekhyun persists, brightening immediately at the thought of there being a next time. He grins when Yifan nods and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s got his arms wrapped around the blonde’s waist in a hug. Yifan’s arms immediately come up to circle around Baekhyun’s smaller body.
“Thanks for all your help, hyung, really.” Baekhyun lifts his head to peer up at the taller man with a grateful smile. “You’re the best.”
Yifan looks down and beams at the brunette. “Anytime, Baek. What are friends for?”
“Yeah.” Baekhyun lets his arms fall away and he feels Yifan do the same. “So, I’m gonna go up, okay? You should probably go now, too, before you miss the bus.”
The tall blonde nods. “I’ll just…” Yifan waves his arms around awkwardly, unable to determine a direction. Baekhyun chuckles and helps him out. “That way. Right. So, uh, I’ll see you, then. Good night.”
Baekhyun stays to watch Yifan leave, making sure he was going the right way. He stares until the blonde turns a corner and then turns around to go up to his apartment.
“Friends, huh.”
Baekhyun will have to change that.
÷
Baekhyun decides that a random day in the middle of the week is a good time to dye his hair, and he pulls Sehun along to the store to pick out colors.
“I’m thinking something outstanding and unique. Like magenta.” Baekhyun picks up a box of purplish hair dye and shows it to Sehun. “What do you think?”
Sehun makes a face. “Magenta?”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun chirps. “Remember your skittles hair?”
“But magenta, though,” Sehun says, ignoring Baekhyun in favor of never re-living the memories of his skittles rainbow hair, courtesy of Chanyeol and a blindfold. He takes the box and puts it next to the brunette’s head, biting his lip in thought. “Hm. Maybe you could actually pull it off.”
“You think so?” Baekhyun asks, walking towards the cash register after taking the box from the younger. “Will you dye my hair for me?”
Sehun nods as he follows. “Sure, why not.”
When they get back to Baekhyun’s apartment, they shuffle into the bathroom and Baekhyun plops himself down on the toilet, eyes idly following his younger friend around as he gets everything ready to dye Baekhyun’s hair.
“Why the sudden dye job?” Sehun lets out a small ‘blegh’ when he accidentally takes in a huge whiff of the chemicals. “It’s for our TA isn’t it?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“You think he’ll like it?” Baekhyun asks, not bothering to deny it. Sehun shrugs in reply as he combs the dye into the older’s brown strands.
“How’s your tutoring sessions going?”
“Believe it or not,” Baekhyun tilts his head to the side at Sehun’s gentle nudge, “they’ve actually been legitimate tutoring sessions. Turns out I really needed them. Say, what are you doing, anyway? I haven’t heard a peep outta you. And you usually like to gloat.”
Sehun snorts and laughs, a strange mix that ends up sounding like ‘yehet’. “You’ll see,” he coos.
÷
When Baekhyun ambles into the lecture hall the next day, he’s met with a shocked but appreciative look from Yifan. As soon as he sits down in his seat, he feels his phone vibrate. Taking it out of his pocket, Baekhyun sees it’s a text message from the TA. He quirks an eyebrow at Yifan, who only keeps his eyes trained to the laptop screen.
your hair looks very good. very cute (＾＿＾)ｖ
Baekhyun can’t help the goofy smile that appears on his face. The smiley was so cute and really, it was kind of childish, too, but for some reason, it just fit Yifan so well.
He shoots back a quick thanks hyung~ o (^‿^✿) and shoves his phone away as Professor Kim starts lecturing. Baekhyun catches Yifan’s eye and beams brightly at the older man, satisfaction settling in his gut when the TA’s cheeks develop a slight flush.
÷
“Hey hyung,” Baekhyun greets with perky grin when he drops in for their tutoring session later.
Yifan looks from up his laptop and Baekhyun’s grin drops as his jaw goes slack. He never knew glasses could look so sexy.
When the silence gets to be a tad uncomfortable, Yifan clears his throat. “Um, are you gonna sit or…?”
Baekhyun drops into the seat but doesn’t take out his books. Instead, he leans forward, propping himself on his elbows, and stares unabashedly at Yifan. “You,” he begins suddenly, “you should wear those more often. You look hot.”
Yifan sputters out a choked ‘thanks’, not expecting the sudden compliments and straighforwardness. And then, “You really think so?” The blonde ducks his head down, suddenly shy.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun breathes, “you should wear them all the time.”
Yifan smiles, gums and all, in gratitude. “Thanks, Baek. Everyone usually says I look nerdy.”
“Do I get a reward for paying you such a high compliment?” Baekhyun jokingly makes gross kissy faces at the blonde and Yifan just shakes his head, chuckling.
“None of that,” he chides gently, gesturing for Baekhyun to take out his books. “I am your TA, after all. It would be inappropriate. And people would think you’re bribing me for good grades.”
Baekhyun laughs it off but oh, does he like to toe the line.
÷
And toe the line he does.
Baekhyun ups his game in lectures and in their tutoring sessions, thankful that this semester fell into the warmer months of the year. This meant less clothing, more skin, and he takes every opportunity to wear something that shows off his milky skin. The magenta-haired male even stoops to borrowing Sehun’s obscenely low-cut tanks when his outfits start to blur together.
His plunging necklines and artfully ripped holes gains him a lot of attention among the student crowd and even earns him an avid fanboy (stalker?), some Kim Jongin or other from the freshman class.
Sometimes, Baekhyun will catch Yifan shifting his eyes away quickly when he looks over. Or sometimes during their tutoring sessions, he’ll peek at the blonde while pretending to study his notes and notice the older staring at him intently, like he was deep in thought. However, none of Baekhyun’s efforts seem to do the trick to make Yifan do something, anything, beyond their friendly skinship.
÷
“UGH,” Baekhyun screams into Chanyeol’s pillow.
“Please don’t get your drool all over my pillow, thanks.” Chanyeol scribbles something in his notebook and nudges Luhan with his foot. “Hey, let me see your answers. I wanna check if mine are the same.” Luhan hums, passes over his notes, and goes back to leaning against Chanyeol’s leg with his textbook.
“Ughhh,” Baekhyun whines.
“Baek, please,” Luhan shushes, “we’re trying to study.”
“But this is important,” he pouts, lifting his face off of Chanyeol’s pillow to wibble his lip at the duo buried in notes on the floor.
“If it will not help us become geniuses so we don’t have to study this crap, then it’s not important.” Chanyeol grunts in agreement and hands back Luhan’s notes.
“I’m just. Ugh.” Baekhyun groans in frustration and beats Chanyeol’s pillow. “He doesn’t respond to me at all!” Chanyeol and Luhan both ignore him but he runs his mouth, the last couple weeks of one-sided flirting finally making him crack. “Like sometimes he blushes but I guess that’s sort of a natural thing. And sometimes, he’ll hug me or put a hand on my shoulder but it’s never more than that!” Baekhyun flops back down on Chanyeol’s bed, having gotten up in the middle of his tirade. “Trying to get in Yifan’s pants is like pulling teeth.” The magenta-haired male sighs and curls into a ball, snuggling into the blankets.
Chanyeol shrugs, uninterested. “But you’re invested in this bet, too!” Again, Chanyeol shrugs.
“Nah, we’re not, really,” Luhan chimes in. “It doesn’t really matter which one of you wins or loses. All that matters is that we have a punishment ready for the loser.”
“But, but, but,” Baekhyun cries, “help out a friend here? Please?”
“I dunno, maybe Yifan’s not the type to read between the lines?” Chanyeol wonders. “Not like you’re being subtle, but maybe he’s just dense when it comes to the mating ritual.”
“Yeah,” Luhan agrees. “Maybe he’s the type of guy who needs a big slap to the face. Not literally but you know what I mean. Like so.” Luhan suddenly tackles Chanyeol to the ground, ignoring the taller male’s indignant protests and cries of ‘murder!’ and tries to smash their faces together. “C’mere, lemme kiss you!” Chanyeol laughs boisterously and tries to shove Luhan off.
Baekhyun thinks Luhan and Chanyeol might have a point. Maybe Yifan really did need some handholding in the mutual attraction department.
÷
They were sitting in the café again because the fluorescent lights coupled with the lack of windows in Yifan’s office (which probably used to be a storage room) made Baekhyun’s head pound.
Yifan is relaxed, in the zone, completely focused on explaining the latest topic of Professor Kim’s lectures. Every so often, he would stop and take a sip of the green tea latte he ordered. Instead of paying attention, Baekhyun finds himself zeroing in on the blonde’s small, almost beakish lips.
“Hey, are you even paying attention?” Yifan snaps, waving a hand over Baekhyun’s zoned-out face.
“I wanna kiss you,” Baekhyun says.
“Uh, what?” The TA doesn’t know whether Baekhyun is pulling his leg or being serious because the smaller man’s facial expressions don’t change. “You, um.” Yifan can feel the heat tickling at his neck, wanting to crawl up his cheeks. “You want to kiss me? Did I hear that right?”
Baekhyun nods wildly, like a bobble-head doll. “Yep,” he answers, popping the ‘p’.
Yifan sighs. “Look, Baek, I’m flattered, and you’re really cute, too-”
“Then, what’s the big deal?” Baekhyun interjects impatiently. “You think I’m cute, I wanna kiss you, I see a win-win situation here?”
“But it would be inappropriate because I’m a TA and you’re my student-”
“And that’s a perfect recipe for fun sex,” Baekhyun purrs, corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. “We don’t even need to roleplay!”
Yifan knocks his funny bone into the edge of the table. “Baekhyun!” he hisses, face contorting in pain. “We’re in public!”
“And so what?” Baekhyun gripes, frowning. “You know, I don’t know if you’ve realized this but this entire semester, I’ve been pretty obvious about being interested in you.”
“Baek-”
“No, hyung, I just. I dunno. I don’t understand why you won’t respond to my flirting.”
“Baek, you’re nice, and I do like you,” Yifan admits, “but I just can’t. I want to keep this strictly TA and student relationship. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”
“But hyung-”
“I think we’re done here, today.” Yifan’s gentle yet stern tone puts an end to Baekhyun’s fruitless protests. “Same time tomorrow, my office. Professor Kim’s gonna give a pop quiz two days from now. Shhh, don’t tell anyone I told you, okay?”
Baekhyun nods listlessly as he watches the blonde walk away.
Guess I’ll just have to make him see it my way.
÷
The next day, Yifan is going over the material he plans to cover in the tutoring session, when the door whips open with a bang, and Baekhyun is standing in the doorway with a steely glint in his eyes.
“Hey, Baek, right on time. Let’s get started right away. We’ve got some ground to cover to prepare you for the pop quiz tomorrow-”
Yifan’s cut off when he finds there’s suddenly a Baekhyun squishing his lap. “Baek,” he sputters, “What exactly are you trying to do-”
“You really don’t want me?” Baekhyun asks, not looking the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead, he looks pretty confident in the face of rejection, much to Yifan’s confusion. “Think about it, hyung.”
“I stand by my words from, yesterday. It’s not…it would be awkward.” Yifan frowns. “Maybe we should end these tutoring sessions. Baek, please.” Yifan shifts and tries to nudge the smaller male off of his lap when Baekhyun suddenly bats his hands away.
Baekhyun curls his fists into Yifan’s shirt and shifts impossibly closer, pressing their bodies together, and grinds down. Yifan sends a prayer up to whatever deity there is as he feels his body react, hips jerking slightly and a moan slipping out his mouth.
“If we weight the options here, I think you should just give in and let me have my way with you.” Yifan starts to protest but Baekhyun is quick to shut him up with a kiss that leaves the blonde gasping. “See, here’s the thing,” he continues, as if the kiss didn’t even happen, “be with me and we get to put this windowless room to good use, for once, or be with me and you get mind-blowing sex. There’s no room for you to lose. I have an absolute advantage. It’s in your best interest to give in, hyung.”
“I don’t think you quite understand what an absolute is-”
Yifan is interrupted for the last time with another kiss from Baekhyun and a whispered, “How about you stop talking and put that mouth to work.”
÷
“Fork over the dough, Sehun.”
The maknae grumbles as he shoves the dollar bills in Baekhyun’s direction. Baekhyun let’s a victorious “ha!” as he reaches for the proffered money when the bills are snatched from Sehun’s hand.
“Hey!” Baekhyun turns around to find Yifan staring down at him with a smirk on his face. “Hyung!” the once-again-brunette squeaks. “Um, I can explain!”
Yifan stuffs the bills into his wallet and sits down, dropping an arm around Baekhyun. “Don’t worry about that. Sehunnie and I had a long talk when he spilled the beans,” he explains, leaving Baekhyun fishing for words. “So,” the TA continues, “we made a bet on top of your bet.”
“And what was that,” Baekhyun breathes, shocked.
“That you’d end up begging.”
“Hey!” Baekhyun protests, indignant. “I did not!”
Yifan dismisses the brunette’s protests with a wave. “Poh-tay-toh, poh-tah-toh. It was close enough.”
“You’re not…you’re not even mad?” Baekhyun asks, confused.
“Well, I mean, I was a little frustrated when I found out but I figured I got my revenge because I made a bet on you, so call it even?”
“So this means Baekhyun lost?” Luhan interrupts before the brunette can retort with an answer.
“Yes!” “No!” Sehun and Baekhyun shout simultaneously.
“There was another bet going on that I didn’t know about! And you!” Baekhyun points an accusing finger at Sehun. “This is why you never wanted to tell me anything! You were in on it!”
Sehun smiles sheepishly. “Oops?”
“Baek,” Yifan coos, rubbing his hands up and down Baekhyun’s arms, trying to calm him down. “When Luhan and Chanyeol force you into a skirt tomorrow, just wear it with pride, hm?”
Baekhyun turns to look at the blonde, gob-smacked. “In a what?”
“And we can take advantage of it later.”
Across the table, Sehun chokes on his lunch.
A/N:
Hey sweet cheeks (I bet you’re thinking “oh my god who is this person that’s so creepy”)! Your prompts were A+, I squealed so hard when I saw the assignment. I wish I could’ve spent the months leading up to this more wisely because you deserve the fic of all fics with a cherry on top and plenty of whipped cream. Alas, I could only do so much with the time I was able to find and meagre writing skills. I’ll probably come back and revisit this one of these days to give it a makeover worthy of your wonderful self (after I’m done running away from the over-fail that is this entire fic’s existence, of course).
One
Author: Anonymous until 1/30/14
For: xxbbq
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kris
Word Count: 5,721
Summary: Baekhyun makes a bet that he can score with his TA.
Warnings: crack and general fail of adhering to what was supposed to be an nc-17 rated prompt
Rating: PG-13
One
“A hundred says I’ll get him before the semester is over.”
Baekhyun pshes at the youngest in their group of friends as he swallows the food in his mouth. “Please, Sehun. As if he’s even into you. You’re like. A tadpole. And too tall. I bet he goes for the cute, petite type. Like me.”
Sehun rakes a hand through his half blonde, half black hair, frizzled from too many terrible dye jobs, and quirks an eyebrow at his friend. “Do you think you can do better, hyung? Maybe you’re wrong and maybe he likes guys a little younger. Some guys like fresher meat, if you get my drift.” Sehun makes an immature face at Baekhyun, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that makes Chanyeol and Luhan choke on their food, Baekhyun snorts but sits up straighter, in challenge.
“A hundred says I’ll get in his pants before the semester is over.”
“You sure, hyung?” Sehun asks. Baekhyun bobs his head up and down, the wispy ends of his brunette hair catching in his eyes. He’s confident he’ll be able to win over Sehun. The younger male is certainly eye-catching and attractive but he’s also prone to being awkward when he tries to put the moves on someone.
“Shake on it,” a voice down the table, Jongdae, urges. “S’not official until you guys shake on it with us as witnesses.” Chanyeol and Luhan nod eagerly beside them, always willing participants in whatever shenanigans Sehun and Baekhyun like to cook up. Kyungsoo just looks resigned as he sighs into his lunch, mumbling a quiet ‘you’re going to regret this’. But of course, no one listens to reason.
Baekhyun and Sehun firmly clasp hands and, each with a competitive glint in their eyes, shake hands, sealing their deal.
÷
The aforementioned him is one Wu Yifan, a grad student pursuing a master’s degree in economics. He’s some six foot two walking Adonis of a man with Chrome Hearts lining his ears, chains and rings laced around his neck and fingers. He’s also got dirty blonde, effortlessly messy windswept hair à la One Direction’s Harry Styles.
The best part, of course, is that Wu Yifan is also the student teacher for Professor Kim Joonmyun’s economics lecture, a class Baekhyun and Sehun both had found boring (unless Jongdae was there to stutter and blush over his answers when he was called on) until Yifan’s arrival a couple weeks prior.
Wu Yifan’s easy demeanor had won over every female in the class and earned more than his fair share of unbelievable tch, so whats from the males (until he had proved too grudgingly likable with his undergrad basketball career that almost signed him into a multi-million dollar contract with an NBA team).
Baekhyun had simply admired from afar, taking every opportunity during lectures to let his eyes idly roam over Yifan’s pleasing figure and occasionally stop and ponder over the taste of the older man’s lips. Or the kinds of sounds that would come out of those lips if he’d tongue the studs in the teaching assistant’s ear.
Well, he’s got now got an entire semester devoted to finding out if the reality lived up to the dream.
÷
Professor Kim wraps up his hour of lecture with a reminder to the class about their next exam, craning his neck to speak louder over students’ groans. “Before you go, please review the first five chapters of the textbook in preparation for the exam which will be given a week from now. Feel free to download the lecture slides, and of course, make use of our office hours.” To the side, Yifan nods in agreement.
As the rest of his classmates pile out the door, Baekhyun walks up to the TA’s desk, where Yifan was quietly packing away his things. “Ah, excuse me, Yifan-sshi?” Baekhyun asks, getting ready to turn on his game face.
Yifan looks up with a smile and Baekhyun has to fight the urge to coo at how cute the other man looked. “Hey, what can I do for you…Baekhyun? Right?”
Caught off guard at hearing his name, Baekhyun ends up blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “You know who I am?” he asks incredulously.
The TA looks sheepish as he shrugs carelessly, a hand coming up to shyly scratch his nape. Baekhyun almost melts. “It’s my job to know everyone’s names?”
“Wow, Professor Kim doesn’t even know who I am. And I don’t even raise my hand in class!” Baekhyun’s completely flabbergasted, and definitely more than a little pleased.
Again, Yifan shrugs. “I, uh, I guess I just like to know who my students are so when they need help, I don’t feel awkward asking for their name.” Yifan offers a small smile and Baekhyun finds that he can’t help but smile back. “So, what did you need?”
“Right,” Baekhyun says, remembering why he came up to talk to the TA in the first place. “I was wondering if you had time for one-on-one tutoring sessions. I’m ashamed to say that I really didn’t pay much attention in class.” He blushes as he admits his inattention because it’s somehow embarrassing when Yifan is scrutinizing him. It makes him feel small.
“Yeah, sure.” Yifan digs into his bag and pulls out his iPhone. He taps a few buttons and offers it to Baekhyun. “Just give me your contact details and we can block off times that work for both of us.” Baekhyun smiles as he takes the blonde’s phone, making sure to let his fingers linger as they trailed over Yifan’s ring-studded ones.
He inputs his number and texts himself. “There,” he says, handing Yifan’s phone back to pull out his own. “Now I have yours, too.” Baekhyun shoots a flirty smile at the TA. “I’m gonna head out, now, okay? I’ll text you my schedule later?”
Yifan chuckles and Baekhyun fights the need to squeal when he catches the slight pink tint on the blonde’s cheeks. “I’ll be waiting for it,” Yifan blurts out before he can catch himself. “Um, uh, I mean…”
Baekhyun chuckles at the blonde, giddy with excitement at how smooth everything seems to be going, and just manages to catch himself before he almost walks into the doorjamb. Reeling with embarrassment, he averts his eyes and shuffles out with the last of his classmates.
÷
He works out a tutoring schedule with Yifan over the course of his next class (you’re in class? shouldn’t you put your phone away? Baekhyun finds himself smiling as he texts back don’t worry bout it. unlike econ, i got beginner’s music theory in the bag). Due to Yifan’s busy research schedule in addition to the courses he’s required to student each, the only available time that they can meet up each day is over lunch. They decide to conduct the meetings in Yifan’s office, a luxury few student teachers had.
Baekhyun texts his friends and tells them he’ll be skipping out on lunch for the rest of the semester because of the tutoring sessions. He makes sure to add in that they were going to be taking place in the TA's own office. It's not long before his phone buzzes with the first message.
how'd you do that!!! i could only get him to meet me in the library TT, is the text he receives in reply from Sehun.
i'm telling you, Baekhyun taps in reply. he likes 'em fun-sized :p
÷
Baekhyun throws a flirty smile behind him at the underclassman that whistled at him as they passed each other and shouted, “I’m Kim Jongin please marry me!” before being dragged away by his embarrassed friends who kept bowing in apology as they disappeared around the corner.
He had woken up this morning with a purpose-dress to impress, taking care to don an extra nice pair of tight, white skinny jeans that do nothing to hide his shapely thighs. He had debated over wearing a tight shirt or t-shirt, but in the end, he'd decided to opt for a wide-necked shirt to maximize collarbone visibility.
“You sure are attracting attention with that outfit, hyung.”
Baekhyun chuckles and reaches up to ruffle Sehun’s hair. “I don’t plan to lose, even if it’s to you. You look pretty good yourself, today, maknae,” he compliments, drinking in the sight of Sehun in tight pants and a loose tank that should be illegal for how much skin it didn’t cover.
Sehun pulls a face and whines, “Stop calling me that. I’m legal now!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Baekhyun shrugs. “Get going. You know how Kyungsoo will get on your case if you’re late for class.”
“We’re not finished with this discussion, hyung!”
Baekhyun waves halfheartedly to Sehun’s disappearing figure as he walks into Professor Kim's lecture. He catches Yifan’s eye and smiles innocently in greeting, the smile that Jongdae thinks is weird because his lips form a rectangle and Chanyeol says makes him look like a twelve year old dweeb. But it surprisingly works pretty well, especially when he’s dressed the way he is right now because it makes it seem like he’s oblivious to his own sex appeal. Baekhyun feels his face warm up, when he catches Yifan's intent gaze attempt to be discreet about ogling, and presses a hand to his cheek as if to brush off a piece of hair.
“Hey Yifan-sshi,” he greets as he sashays across the student teacher’s desk before sliding into a front row seat.
The seat choice proved to be a smart move, especially when Baekhyun noticed that the TA's attention seemed to divert over to the bottom half of his body more often than not, during the lecture.
Baekhyun drops his pen and bends over exaggeratedly to pick it up. When he comes back up, Yifan is staring resolutely at his laptop screen, fingers tapping away while Professor Kim drones on.
÷
The door to Yifan’s office is open when Baekhyun stops in for his first tutoring session.
“Yifan-sshi,” he greets with a bow.
The TA looks up from his papers and waves away the formalities and gestures for Baekhyun to sit. “Don’t worry about that. Just call me hyung. I’m not that much older than you and I feel like we’ll be good friends by the end of this semester, anyway.”
Baekhyun grins as he ducks his head in acquiescence because if he has his way, they'll hopefully be a lot more than just good friends in these upcoming months. And judging by the glances in lecture, the brunette things he definitely has a fair chance. He takes the seat across from Yifan and pulls out his books, all the while scheming on how many passes he could possibly make at the TA during this session.
However, about twenty minutes into tutoring session, Baekhyun realizes that he may actually need the extra help if he wants to pass the exam. “Wow,” he breathes, eyeing the papers strewn about the desk dismally, “I didn’t think I was that bad.” He frowns as he reads over terms and definitions printed in the text. Oligopolistic what?
Yifan grins wryly and lightly pats Baekhyun's hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll aim for passing this time around and go for the A next time around, yeah?”
“Okay, yeah,” Baekhyun says gratefully, trying to ignore the tingling in his hand where the blonde touched it. “Thanks, hyung.”
Baekhyun pushes thoughts of the bet out of his head and focuses on wrapping his brain around Karl Marx and Maynard Keynes. He's got an entire semester devoted to winning Yifan. He could afford to procrastinate for a bit, and he could definitely make use of the tutoring sessions he scored.
÷
The week progresses with Baekhyun diligently learning under Yifan's tutelage. Yifan is incredibly supportive during those sessions, rewarding Baekhyun with proud smiles when he understands something, and has an endless supply of patience in dealing with Baekhyun's frustrations when he just can't seem to grasp a concept.
“Ugh!” Baekhyun groans as he drops his head onto the glossy pages of his textbook. “I give up. I just don’t understand it.” He feels a hand nudge his head and he peers up at Yifan’s tired smile.
“Do you wanna take a break?” Yifan’s eyes soften at Baekhyun’s sad nod. “Come on, it’ll be good to change the scenery. We’ve been cooped up in this office all week.” The blonde stretches and starts gathering his books. “There’s a nice café around the corner that makes the best sandwiches. We can get some food in your stomach while we study. How about it?”
Baekhyun’s had enough of pouring over economic theory after economic theory in Yifan’s enclosed office-the space doesn’t even have windows-illuminated only by the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He scrambles to stuff his books and notes into his backpack and follows Yifan out.
On the way over to the café, they chat about whatever comes to mind. Yifan asks about Baekhyun’s music classes and the brunette returns the gesture by asking about the progress of Yifan’s research and graduation thesis. But really, Baekhyun ends up paying more attention to the amount of times Yifan’s tongue darts out to wet his lips than to the pros and cons of contractionary monetary policy versus expansionary monetary policy in a stagnant economic environment.
Baekhyun’s lost in thoughts of how nice Yifan’s lips look one second, and the next second, he’s crushed against a warm chest. “Whaaa?”
“Hey, watch yourself, there. Can’t have you walking into traffic,” Yifan chides and Baekhyun shivers as the smooth, baritone timbre of the blonde’s voice travels down his spine. Baekhyun’s fingers curl against Yifan’s shirt and when he lifts his head up, he locks eyes Yifan, and all the blood rushes to his face at the close proximity of their faces.
“Um.”
“Oh! Uh,” Yifan immediately lets go of Baekhyun, hands flying off as if burned. “Right. Sorry. Oh, the light’s green, let’s go. The café’s just across the street.” The blonde reaches towards Baekhyun and Baekhyun thinks Yifan’s going to grab his hand or something but he doesn’t and just awkwardly gestures over at a storefront with a colorful awning, instead. “Come on.”
Baekhyun, having cooled down from earlier, grins and decides to take the lead by grabbing one of Yifan’s hands in both of his, chattering away happily about how excited he is to try out the café to make the gesture seem not on purpose, on the spur of the moment.
Inside the café, Baekhyun grabs a table while Yifan places their order at the counter. He grabs a small booth in the corner and when Yifan sits down with their lunch, their knees knock into each other. “Did you want to move to a bigger table?” Yifan asks after apologizing for his long legs. Baekhyun shakes his head as he picks up a sandwich and takes a big bite.
They’re both quiet as they focus on appeasing their hunger. Baekhyun finishes eating first, and he picks up his drink to take a sip, hiding his mischievous smile behind it as he thinks of the perfect way to tease the TA. He lays out his book as Yifan finishes up eating and pretends to immerse himself in his notes.
Yifan jumps and chokes on his food when he feels a foot running up and down against his calf. He stares incredulously at Baekhyun but when the other boy doesn’t look up from his notes, Yifan figures it’s probably an unconscious kicking habit or something-he’s just feeling it because the table is so cramped and there’s no leg space. Yifan finishes up eating with a permanent blush on his face, oblivious to the amused stares shot at him across the table from the brunette.
Baekhyun, on the other hand, sniggers into his hands and keeps “accidentally” running his feet up Yifan’s legs, enjoying the way Yifan’s face seems to grow more purple the higher his foot travels.
Yifan isn’t going to know what hit him when Baekhyun really turns on the charm.
÷
Baekhyun runs excitedly up to Yifan after class, waving his exam paper around and shoving the bright red ‘B-‘ in the blonde’s face.
“I did it! I did it! I actually passed and did pretty well!”
“I know,” Yifan smiles, indulging Baekhyun’s enthusiasm. “I graded them.”
“It’s all thanks to you, hyung,” Baekhyun gushes.
Yifan blushes at the praise. “You earned it, Baek.”
Now, it was Baekhyun’s turn to blush, cheeks growing warm at the nickname and the warm look in Yifan’s eyes. “Awe, shucks,” he says, slapping Yifan’s arm half-heartedly to dispel the sudden influx of feelings that seemed to make his stomach swirl anxiously. “Come on, let me treat you to dinner as a thank you for turning my almost certain F to a B minus.”
÷
They go to a hole-in-the-wall place near Baekhyun’s apartment for dinner because that’s all Baekhyun can (is willing to) afford on a university budget. The portions are generous, though, and the prices are cheap but Baekhyun still pouts when Yifan orders triple helpings of ddeokbokki for himself.
“You said you didn’t even like ddeokbokki!” the smaller male whines as he spears his own piece of spicy rice cake shoves it in his mouth. “Hmph!”
Yifan doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed at being called out. “That was before you fed me a piece and I decided I liked it.” He forks some more pieces of rice cake into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “Ugh, so good.”
Baekhyun sniffs indignantly as he pays the bill when they finish. “You’re lucky I’m nice.”
The blonde laughs and drapes himself over Baekhyun’s shoulders and coos in his ear. “Awe, you know you love me,” he sing-songs. Baekhyun freezes as he’s handed his change, but Yifan doesn’t seem to notice, tugging Baekhyun up and declaring that they should go for a walk to burn off all the food they ate.
There’s no park nearby so the two of them end up walking around aimlessly in a comfortable silence. Occasionally, Baekhyun would brush his hands against Yifan’s. The first couple times he did it, the blonde would flinch away almost immediately, and then he would exaggerate his arm swings, making it a point to “accidentally” touch Yifan’s hand. Yifan had seemed so fed up with the hand, at one point, that he’d surprised the hell out of Baekhyun by grabbing the younger’s hand and tucking it in his elbow. Baekhyun stopped his shenanigans at that point and just clung on to the blonde’s arm as he started leading them towards his apartment.
“This is me. Tada,” he declares when they reach his apartment complex.
“Nice place,” Yifan comments, looking around.
Baekhyun clears his throat nervously. “You, uh, wanna come up, hyung?”
“Oh, uh, I better not. Should get going so I don’t get home too late. Thanks for the offer, though.” Yifan pats Baekhyun on the shoulder and the shorter male tries not to look disappointed as he nods in understanding.
“Right, you still probably have a ton of work to do, and you already spent so much time with me, today.”
“Maybe next time, yeah?”
“Promise?” Baekhyun persists, brightening immediately at the thought of there being a next time. He grins when Yifan nods and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s got his arms wrapped around the blonde’s waist in a hug. Yifan’s arms immediately come up to circle around Baekhyun’s smaller body.
“Thanks for all your help, hyung, really.” Baekhyun lifts his head to peer up at the taller man with a grateful smile. “You’re the best.”
Yifan looks down and beams at the brunette. “Anytime, Baek. What are friends for?”
“Yeah.” Baekhyun lets his arms fall away and he feels Yifan do the same. “So, I’m gonna go up, okay? You should probably go now, too, before you miss the bus.”
The tall blonde nods. “I’ll just…” Yifan waves his arms around awkwardly, unable to determine a direction. Baekhyun chuckles and helps him out. “That way. Right. So, uh, I’ll see you, then. Good night.”
Baekhyun stays to watch Yifan leave, making sure he was going the right way. He stares until the blonde turns a corner and then turns around to go up to his apartment.
“Friends, huh.”
Baekhyun will have to change that.
÷
Baekhyun decides that a random day in the middle of the week is a good time to dye his hair, and he pulls Sehun along to the store to pick out colors.
“I’m thinking something outstanding and unique. Like magenta.” Baekhyun picks up a box of purplish hair dye and shows it to Sehun. “What do you think?”
Sehun makes a face. “Magenta?”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun chirps. “Remember your skittles hair?”
“But magenta, though,” Sehun says, ignoring Baekhyun in favor of never re-living the memories of his skittles rainbow hair, courtesy of Chanyeol and a blindfold. He takes the box and puts it next to the brunette’s head, biting his lip in thought. “Hm. Maybe you could actually pull it off.”
“You think so?” Baekhyun asks, walking towards the cash register after taking the box from the younger. “Will you dye my hair for me?”
Sehun nods as he follows. “Sure, why not.”
When they get back to Baekhyun’s apartment, they shuffle into the bathroom and Baekhyun plops himself down on the toilet, eyes idly following his younger friend around as he gets everything ready to dye Baekhyun’s hair.
“Why the sudden dye job?” Sehun lets out a small ‘blegh’ when he accidentally takes in a huge whiff of the chemicals. “It’s for our TA isn’t it?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“You think he’ll like it?” Baekhyun asks, not bothering to deny it. Sehun shrugs in reply as he combs the dye into the older’s brown strands.
“How’s your tutoring sessions going?”
“Believe it or not,” Baekhyun tilts his head to the side at Sehun’s gentle nudge, “they’ve actually been legitimate tutoring sessions. Turns out I really needed them. Say, what are you doing, anyway? I haven’t heard a peep outta you. And you usually like to gloat.”
Sehun snorts and laughs, a strange mix that ends up sounding like ‘yehet’. “You’ll see,” he coos.
÷
When Baekhyun ambles into the lecture hall the next day, he’s met with a shocked but appreciative look from Yifan. As soon as he sits down in his seat, he feels his phone vibrate. Taking it out of his pocket, Baekhyun sees it’s a text message from the TA. He quirks an eyebrow at Yifan, who only keeps his eyes trained to the laptop screen.
your hair looks very good. very cute (＾＿＾)ｖ
Baekhyun can’t help the goofy smile that appears on his face. The smiley was so cute and really, it was kind of childish, too, but for some reason, it just fit Yifan so well.
He shoots back a quick thanks hyung~ o (^‿^✿) and shoves his phone away as Professor Kim starts lecturing. Baekhyun catches Yifan’s eye and beams brightly at the older man, satisfaction settling in his gut when the TA’s cheeks develop a slight flush.
÷
“Hey hyung,” Baekhyun greets with perky grin when he drops in for their tutoring session later.
Yifan looks from up his laptop and Baekhyun’s grin drops as his jaw goes slack. He never knew glasses could look so sexy.
When the silence gets to be a tad uncomfortable, Yifan clears his throat. “Um, are you gonna sit or…?”
Baekhyun drops into the seat but doesn’t take out his books. Instead, he leans forward, propping himself on his elbows, and stares unabashedly at Yifan. “You,” he begins suddenly, “you should wear those more often. You look hot.”
Yifan sputters out a choked ‘thanks’, not expecting the sudden compliments and straighforwardness. And then, “You really think so?” The blonde ducks his head down, suddenly shy.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun breathes, “you should wear them all the time.”
Yifan smiles, gums and all, in gratitude. “Thanks, Baek. Everyone usually says I look nerdy.”
“Do I get a reward for paying you such a high compliment?” Baekhyun jokingly makes gross kissy faces at the blonde and Yifan just shakes his head, chuckling.
“None of that,” he chides gently, gesturing for Baekhyun to take out his books. “I am your TA, after all. It would be inappropriate. And people would think you’re bribing me for good grades.”
Baekhyun laughs it off but oh, does he like to toe the line.
÷
And toe the line he does.
Baekhyun ups his game in lectures and in their tutoring sessions, thankful that this semester fell into the warmer months of the year. This meant less clothing, more skin, and he takes every opportunity to wear something that shows off his milky skin. The magenta-haired male even stoops to borrowing Sehun’s obscenely low-cut tanks when his outfits start to blur together.
His plunging necklines and artfully ripped holes gains him a lot of attention among the student crowd and even earns him an avid fanboy (stalker?), some Kim Jongin or other from the freshman class.
Sometimes, Baekhyun will catch Yifan shifting his eyes away quickly when he looks over. Or sometimes during their tutoring sessions, he’ll peek at the blonde while pretending to study his notes and notice the older staring at him intently, like he was deep in thought. However, none of Baekhyun’s efforts seem to do the trick to make Yifan do something, anything, beyond their friendly skinship.
÷
“UGH,” Baekhyun screams into Chanyeol’s pillow.
“Please don’t get your drool all over my pillow, thanks.” Chanyeol scribbles something in his notebook and nudges Luhan with his foot. “Hey, let me see your answers. I wanna check if mine are the same.” Luhan hums, passes over his notes, and goes back to leaning against Chanyeol’s leg with his textbook.
“Ughhh,” Baekhyun whines.
“Baek, please,” Luhan shushes, “we’re trying to study.”
“But this is important,” he pouts, lifting his face off of Chanyeol’s pillow to wibble his lip at the duo buried in notes on the floor.
“If it will not help us become geniuses so we don’t have to study this crap, then it’s not important.” Chanyeol grunts in agreement and hands back Luhan’s notes.
“I’m just. Ugh.” Baekhyun groans in frustration and beats Chanyeol’s pillow. “He doesn’t respond to me at all!” Chanyeol and Luhan both ignore him but he runs his mouth, the last couple weeks of one-sided flirting finally making him crack. “Like sometimes he blushes but I guess that’s sort of a natural thing. And sometimes, he’ll hug me or put a hand on my shoulder but it’s never more than that!” Baekhyun flops back down on Chanyeol’s bed, having gotten up in the middle of his tirade. “Trying to get in Yifan’s pants is like pulling teeth.” The magenta-haired male sighs and curls into a ball, snuggling into the blankets.
Chanyeol shrugs, uninterested. “But you’re invested in this bet, too!” Again, Chanyeol shrugs.
“Nah, we’re not, really,” Luhan chimes in. “It doesn’t really matter which one of you wins or loses. All that matters is that we have a punishment ready for the loser.”
“But, but, but,” Baekhyun cries, “help out a friend here? Please?”
“I dunno, maybe Yifan’s not the type to read between the lines?” Chanyeol wonders. “Not like you’re being subtle, but maybe he’s just dense when it comes to the mating ritual.”
“Yeah,” Luhan agrees. “Maybe he’s the type of guy who needs a big slap to the face. Not literally but you know what I mean. Like so.” Luhan suddenly tackles Chanyeol to the ground, ignoring the taller male’s indignant protests and cries of ‘murder!’ and tries to smash their faces together. “C’mere, lemme kiss you!” Chanyeol laughs boisterously and tries to shove Luhan off.
Baekhyun thinks Luhan and Chanyeol might have a point. Maybe Yifan really did need some handholding in the mutual attraction department.
÷
They were sitting in the café again because the fluorescent lights coupled with the lack of windows in Yifan’s office (which probably used to be a storage room) made Baekhyun’s head pound.
Yifan is relaxed, in the zone, completely focused on explaining the latest topic of Professor Kim’s lectures. Every so often, he would stop and take a sip of the green tea latte he ordered. Instead of paying attention, Baekhyun finds himself zeroing in on the blonde’s small, almost beakish lips.
“Hey, are you even paying attention?” Yifan snaps, waving a hand over Baekhyun’s zoned-out face.
“I wanna kiss you,” Baekhyun says.
“Uh, what?” The TA doesn’t know whether Baekhyun is pulling his leg or being serious because the smaller man’s facial expressions don’t change. “You, um.” Yifan can feel the heat tickling at his neck, wanting to crawl up his cheeks. “You want to kiss me? Did I hear that right?”
Baekhyun nods wildly, like a bobble-head doll. “Yep,” he answers, popping the ‘p’.
Yifan sighs. “Look, Baek, I’m flattered, and you’re really cute, too-”
“Then, what’s the big deal?” Baekhyun interjects impatiently. “You think I’m cute, I wanna kiss you, I see a win-win situation here?”
“But it would be inappropriate because I’m a TA and you’re my student-”
“And that’s a perfect recipe for fun sex,” Baekhyun purrs, corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. “We don’t even need to roleplay!”
Yifan knocks his funny bone into the edge of the table. “Baekhyun!” he hisses, face contorting in pain. “We’re in public!”
“And so what?” Baekhyun gripes, frowning. “You know, I don’t know if you’ve realized this but this entire semester, I’ve been pretty obvious about being interested in you.”
“Baek-”
“No, hyung, I just. I dunno. I don’t understand why you won’t respond to my flirting.”
“Baek, you’re nice, and I do like you,” Yifan admits, “but I just can’t. I want to keep this strictly TA and student relationship. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”
“But hyung-”
“I think we’re done here, today.” Yifan’s gentle yet stern tone puts an end to Baekhyun’s fruitless protests. “Same time tomorrow, my office. Professor Kim’s gonna give a pop quiz two days from now. Shhh, don’t tell anyone I told you, okay?”
Baekhyun nods listlessly as he watches the blonde walk away.
Guess I’ll just have to make him see it my way.
÷
The next day, Yifan is going over the material he plans to cover in the tutoring session, when the door whips open with a bang, and Baekhyun is standing in the doorway with a steely glint in his eyes.
“Hey, Baek, right on time. Let’s get started right away. We’ve got some ground to cover to prepare you for the pop quiz tomorrow-”
Yifan’s cut off when he finds there’s suddenly a Baekhyun squishing his lap. “Baek,” he sputters, “What exactly are you trying to do-”
“You really don’t want me?” Baekhyun asks, not looking the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead, he looks pretty confident in the face of rejection, much to Yifan’s confusion. “Think about it, hyung.”
“I stand by my words from, yesterday. It’s not…it would be awkward.” Yifan frowns. “Maybe we should end these tutoring sessions. Baek, please.” Yifan shifts and tries to nudge the smaller male off of his lap when Baekhyun suddenly bats his hands away.
Baekhyun curls his fists into Yifan’s shirt and shifts impossibly closer, pressing their bodies together, and grinds down. Yifan sends a prayer up to whatever deity there is as he feels his body react, hips jerking slightly and a moan slipping out his mouth.
“If we weight the options here, I think you should just give in and let me have my way with you.” Yifan starts to protest but Baekhyun is quick to shut him up with a kiss that leaves the blonde gasping. “See, here’s the thing,” he continues, as if the kiss didn’t even happen, “be with me and we get to put this windowless room to good use, for once, or be with me and you get mind-blowing sex. There’s no room for you to lose. I have an absolute advantage. It’s in your best interest to give in, hyung.”
“I don’t think you quite understand what an absolute is-”
Yifan is interrupted for the last time with another kiss from Baekhyun and a whispered, “How about you stop talking and put that mouth to work.”
÷
“Fork over the dough, Sehun.”
The maknae grumbles as he shoves the dollar bills in Baekhyun’s direction. Baekhyun let’s a victorious “ha!” as he reaches for the proffered money when the bills are snatched from Sehun’s hand.
“Hey!” Baekhyun turns around to find Yifan staring down at him with a smirk on his face. “Hyung!” the once-again-brunette squeaks. “Um, I can explain!”
Yifan stuffs the bills into his wallet and sits down, dropping an arm around Baekhyun. “Don’t worry about that. Sehunnie and I had a long talk when he spilled the beans,” he explains, leaving Baekhyun fishing for words. “So,” the TA continues, “we made a bet on top of your bet.”
“And what was that,” Baekhyun breathes, shocked.
“That you’d end up begging.”
“Hey!” Baekhyun protests, indignant. “I did not!”
Yifan dismisses the brunette’s protests with a wave. “Poh-tay-toh, poh-tah-toh. It was close enough.”
“You’re not…you’re not even mad?” Baekhyun asks, confused.
“Well, I mean, I was a little frustrated when I found out but I figured I got my revenge because I made a bet on you, so call it even?”
“So this means Baekhyun lost?” Luhan interrupts before the brunette can retort with an answer.
“Yes!” “No!” Sehun and Baekhyun shout simultaneously.
“There was another bet going on that I didn’t know about! And you!” Baekhyun points an accusing finger at Sehun. “This is why you never wanted to tell me anything! You were in on it!”
Sehun smiles sheepishly. “Oops?”
“Baek,” Yifan coos, rubbing his hands up and down Baekhyun’s arms, trying to calm him down. “When Luhan and Chanyeol force you into a skirt tomorrow, just wear it with pride, hm?”
Baekhyun turns to look at the blonde, gob-smacked. “In a what?”
“And we can take advantage of it later.”
Across the table, Sehun chokes on his lunch.
A/N:
Hey sweet cheeks (I bet you’re thinking “oh my god who is this person that’s so creepy”)! Your prompts were A+, I squealed so hard when I saw the assignment. I wish I could’ve spent the months leading up to this more wisely because you deserve the fic of all fics with a cherry on top and plenty of whipped cream. Alas, I could only do so much with the time I was able to find and meagre writing skills. I’ll probably come back and revisit this one of these days to give it a makeover worthy of your wonderful self (after I’m done running away from the over-fail that is this entire fic’s existence, of course).
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