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Eyyy! Trigger warning for abuse. Nothing graphic, just mentions of it.
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Mr. Park loved his job. He'd been teaching for four years, and was proud to say that he hadn't had a student fail his class yet.

Some of his fellow teachers and district observers said that it was his engaging methods of teaching, others said that it was because he was animated and enthusiastic.

Jimin himself just enjoyed teaching, so he credited it all to the love of his job.

He liked the friends he made as a teacher, especially his older friend Kim Seokjin.

Kim was a foods teacher, meaning he taught kids how to cook and told them the properties of certain foods.

Jimin was also a fan of meeting such large amounts people. Every year, he got a new group of students and the former groups always came back to see him.

Now...for the past four years, he'd been very serious and very professional about his job.

But, at the beginning of his fifth year as a teacher, he met a student who gained his attention instantly.

He was a tall guy, with black hair and dark eyes. His skin was only slightly dark, and he seemed to enjoy clothes on the baggier side. He was quiet, compassionate, shy, cute, helpful, respectful-

But Jimin never wanted to be that creepy, old teacher who hit on students. He wanted to remain professional and serious. He wanted to keep his job.

It was so hard though! It was so hard to resist the urge to pull this kid into his lap.

"Sonsaeng-nim?"

Jimin's head snapped up from his desk and he looked straight into the dark eyes of Jeon Jungkook.

"Yes? Did you finish your paper?"

"Mhm," the small smile that appeared on Jung's lips made Jimin smile brightly.

The student held his paper out and Jimin reached out to take it. The teacher couldn't help noticing the way Jungkook's hands looked so small in his baggy, uniform jacket sleeves.

"Thank you, Mr. Jeon."

The student slightly nodded and turned away, going back to his desk.

Jimin laid Jungkook's paper in the stack with the other kids', then looked to his computer.

According to his calendar, it'd only been two months since he met Jeon Jungkook. He was starting to feel more and more like a pervert with every day that passed.

He shouldn't think of Jungkook the way he does; he shouldn't think of Jungkook at all, unless he was talking to the kid directly.

But on late nights, when he was alone in his apartment, Jungkook would slip into his mind and he'd have to turn on the tv for a distraction.

He refuses, absolutely refuses, to think of Jungkook sexually. He knows his mind wants to, but he refuses to let his weird ass hormones control him.

The bell rang and Jimin looked up, saying goodbye to everyone and waving at a few students, who waved back at him.

He dropped his head back to his lesson plans then exhaled.

"Park Sonsaeng-nim?"

Jimin's body stiffened and he almost mechanically looked up to Jungkook, "Yes?"

Jungkook shuffled on his feet, his face turning red.

"Is something wrong?" Jimin furrowed his brow.

"N-No....I...I need some help...with algebra II work and...my math teacher...she's really...scary. S-So I was wondering...if you could help me."

"I mean," Jimin glanced down to his paperwork, "I could try. I am a culture major though."

"I-I know," the student nodded, "But...I talk to Kim sonsaeng-nim and...he said all teachers had t-to go through math classes more complicated than this."

"Yeah," Jimin smiled, "That's true. Sure, I'll help you."

"You sure you aren't busy?" Jungkook interlocked his fingers and dropped his hands in front of himself.

This action drew Jimin's attention to a place it should not be, but he quickly nodded and drew his eyes away from the student's body.

"Yeah, I...I can finish my lesson plans later tonight. It'll be a snap."

"Okay," Jungkook smiled, "Thank you Sonsaeng-nim."

"N-No problem," Jimin smiled, "If you want, we can go back to your desk. Less clutter than up here."

The student nodded and went towards his desk.

Jimin took a deep breath then stood up, only to sit back down and fix his situation in the waistband of his pants.

Once he felt that he was concealed and unnoticeable, he stood and went back to Jungkook.

Jimin pulled a desk chair over and took a seat, looking at the paper Jungkook slid towards him. The top of it read the name of a formula he was familiar with, but didn't fully remember.

The teacher pointed to it, "Do you have the full formula written down somewhere? I only slightly remember this."

"Yeah," Jungkook reached down into his bag and pulled out a light red, spiral notebook.

Jimin thought it was cute; seeing as how all of Jungkook's writing utensils and calculator case were the same color.

"It's...all of this and...I can never figure out how to organize it so I don't confuse myself."

Jimin blinked and looked to the page Jungkook had opened to. He read the whole thing a few times then gasped in remembrance. "Oh this thing!" He laughed.

Jungkook smiled at the childish behavior from his teacher.

"I used to list all of my variables off to the side and...as I read the problem, I'd fill in everything, like a equals thirty-three; b equals eighty-eight. Then once that was done, I just replaced everything in the formula. It helped me a lot."

"Okay," Jungkook spoke softly as he nodded, "I'll try that, thank you."

"No problem."

Jimin stayed with him for the first few problems, but if there was one thing about Jungkook that Jimin admired most, it was his ability to learn fast.

So by the fourth problem, Jungkook didn't need to be babied anymore and Jimin went to his desk.

He stayed there, writing up lesson plans for the next two weeks, for at least half an hour.

Then he looked up to find Jungkook still working.

"Won't your parents be worried?" The teacher suddenly asked.

Jungkook paused for a second then shook his head, "It's Wednesday, they both work late today."

"Oh...don't you wanna go home, though?"

Jungkook blushed and put his pencil down, "Am I bothering you, Sonsaeng-nim?"

"No, absolutely not," Jimin laughed slightly and stood up. He made his way through the desks to Jungkook, taking a seat in the chair from before, "Kids like you can't annoy me."

"Kids like me?" The younger's eyes widened and Jimin took note of that.

"Quiet, determined and attentive....smart kids."

Jungkook seemed to deflate as he relaxed and he shook his head, "I'm not smart, I just..."

"You just?" Jimin pried, even though he knew he probably shouldn't.

"I don't have any distractions. Nothing interests me, so why not pay attention in class?"

Jimin let out a breath through his nose and Jungkook looked up to him, "But you're smart, Jungkook. Smart enough you can carry your entire class into a B average on every test."

Jungkook blushed and looked to his homework, "Thank you....S-Sonsaeng-nim."

Jimin stared at his student's features for a bit, admiring his jawline in particular. His eyes soon trailed down, however, to the latter's neck.

His next action was unforgivable, creepy, and down right insane. Yet he only thought this after he leaned in and kissed Jungkook's neck.

The taller male froze, gasping in a breath as Jimin's tongue grazed his skin after the older licked his lips.

The teacher took a deep breath then moved his lips to Jungkook's ear, "You're my favorite student, Jungkook."

"Sonsaeng-nim?" The seventeen year old turned to the twenty eight year old.

Jimin could see the uncertainty in Jungkook's eyes, also fear and worry. It was cute, so he chuckled, "Smart and adorable."

"Park Sonsae-"

"Please," Jimin stopped him, reaching up to push his index finger across Jungkook's chin, "call me Jimin."

"I-I don't think I should," the student shook his head and looked away, beginning to pack away all of his things.

"Jungkook," Jimin made him pause, his hands resting on top of the desk, "Why did you ask me, out of all the teachers, to help you?"

"B-Because I-I trust you to-to be n-nice to me."

Jimin smiled and forced the other to look at him, "You trust me?"

"Y-Yeah," Kook nodded, "I-I sh-should go. This shouldn't...shouldn't happen, Sonsaeng-nim."

"I know...I've been thinking that since we met, but...it's really hard, Jungkook. Especially when you're so irresistible."

"Sonsaeng-nim, please don't hurt me," he whispered.

"Hurt you?" Jimin furrowed his brow, "No...No I'd never hurt you. Why would you think that?"

Jungkook looked away again and he bit his lip, harsh enough to turn the pretty pink to a ghostly white.

"Jungkook," Jimin grabbed his student's hand and Kook looked to him, "Has someone hurt you before?"

The tears that started welling up in Jung's eyes told Jimin the answer he dreaded, so he quickly pulled his student into a hug.

"It's okay," Jimin soothed as Jungkook started crying, "You're safe here, Jungkook. I won't hurt you."

Fifteen minutes passed easily, then Jungkook pulled away as he hiccuped quietly, "I-I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Jimin smiled, "But...Jungkook-ah...will you tell me who hurt you? Can you do that?"

Jungkook shook his head at first, then stopped himself and nodded before mumbling, "Father."

Jimin pouted and reached out towards Jungkook, "How did he hurt you? Did he hit you?"

"N-No he...he touches me...like...the bad way. And it hurts, so I...but he can't know I told you! No one can know!"

"Okay," Jimin nodded and grabbed his student's hand again, "I won't tell, I promise...as long as you tell me everything I need to know, okay?"

"Okay."

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The next day, Jimin saw Jungkook in a whole new light. Instead of the quiet kid who was very respectful, he saw the broken boy who had nothing left of himself to share. Someone had already taken everything from him.

Jungkook's father sexually, physically and often verbally abused him.

Jungkook got the courage to show Jimin the fingerprint-shaped bruises on his hips yesterday, then had to go once his father called his cellphone.

All of this really ticked Jimin off.
Jungkook was a sweet kid, wouldn't hurt a fly on purpose if his own life depended on it. To know that he was hiding so much hurt and so much pain, only pissed Jimin off more.

"S-Sonsaeng-nim," Jungkook approached his desk after class, holding his right elbow in his left hand, "I...I need to know if you can do me a favor?"

"Yeah," Jimin stood up immediately, "What do you need?"

"I...I need a place to stay tonight. I...I told my dad that I was staying at a friend's...but I don't have any friends."

"That's not true," Jimin shook his head, "I'm your friend Jungkook."

The younger blushed and slightly smiled.

"Of course you can stay with me," Jimin nodded, "Do you have everything you need with you?"

"Y-Yes, I do," Jungkook nodded. A small pause gave him time to take a deep breath before he exhaled and said, "I trust you Sonsaeng-nim."

"That means a lot to me, Jungkook," Jimin nodded, "Grab your stuff. We can both do our homework after dinner."

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"Sorry it's not a real meal," Jimin laughed lightly laughed as he sat two bowls of ramen on the table, "I'm a single guy on a teacher's income."

"It's fine," Jungkook smiled, "Thank you for cooking."

"My pleasure, Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook lifted his right arm, but quickly put it back down.

Jimin furrowed his brow at this and watched as Jungkook easily used his left hand.

"You're ambidextrous?" Jimin asked.

"Ah, no...I'm just used to," the teenager blushed then looked to his lap, "to using both hands."

Jimin understood what he meant, but quickly blew it off. He got up and moved around the table, "Can I see your arm, Jungkook?"

The teenager waited for a few beats, then put his chopsticks down. He slipped his jacket off his left arm, then slowly pulled it from his right.

Jimin grabbed his right hand, then slowly stretched his arm out.

Jungkook hissed in pain, but didn't stop Jimin.

Slowly, the older pulled his student's sleeve up above his elbow.

And suddenly, Jimin was seeing red.

The boy's elbow was purple all the way around and the inside of it had a knot forming. It seemed like a ligament or tendon had come loose.

"What did he do?"

"It...It's shameful," Jungkook blushed harder and looked away.

"You need to see a doctor, Jungkook. Finish eating and we'll go to the Urgent Treatment Center downtown, okay?"

"Alright," Jungkook nodded, staring at his arm, "S-Sonsaeng-nim?"

"Yeah?"

"Um," Jungkook was a bit shocked by the informality, "Uh...I...thank you."

Jimin smiled then reached up to ruffle the taller's hair, "It's no problem, Kookie."

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It turns out, all Jungkook needed to do was hold ice over the knot. It was just swelling, but Jimin was better off safe than sorry, especially with Jungkook.

"Sorry to be so much trouble," Jungkook grimaced as he took a seat on the couch.

"It's no trouble at all," Jimin chimed, bringing an ice pack over to him.

Jungkook held out his arm and Jimin held the ice over the knot.

"Jungkook-ah, did your dad do this on purpose?"

"I...I don't think so. He just," Jungkook blushed a dark red, "held my arm behind my back for a long time."

Jimin sighed and shook his head, "Does he force himself on you a lot?"

Jungkook slowly nodded.

"Why haven't you told anyone before now? He shouldn't be doing this, Jungkook. It's abuse."

"I.... My mother would divorce him. I want my family to stay together. And...I've never trusted anyone enough to tell them."

"I'm glad you trust me," Jimin nodded, "I'm glad I can help. You're too nice for this, Jungkook-ah. You don't deserve this."

"Thanks, Sonsaeng-nim."

That put Jimin back in his lane. It made him remember that, even if he was playing the role of Jungkook's lover, he wasn't anything remotely like that to the younger.

"You know what," Jimin placed Jungkook's left hand over the ice pack, "I have a sling from where I pulled my shoulder out of place. I'll get that for you."

The teacher stood up and went to his bedroom. He dug around in the top of his closet, but quickly found the sling.

"You know, college can get crazy, but I need you to promise me you won't-"

Jimin stopped once he looked up, only to find Jungkook half naked on the sofa.

He held his hand up over his eyes and blushed, "Jungkook! W-What are you doing!"

"I need to repay you, hyung. I don't have any money with me, so..."

"No," Jimin moved closer and picked up the teen's pants, "Please get dressed. You don't owe me anything. I want to help you, Jungkook."

"But, Sonsaeng-nim-"

"No, really!" Jimin nervously laughed, handing the taller his clothes, "I...I promise that you don't owe me a thing!"

Jungkook hesitated, then nodded, "Okay...thank you."

"You're welcome," Jimin exhaled and laid the sling on the coffee table, "Um...I'm gonna shower. Once the swelling goes down, you should too. But...I'll leave you a towel and a wash cloth on the sink, alright?"

"Alright, thank you," Jungkook mumbled.

"I'll get you a blanket and a pillow. In the meantime, you can watch whatever you want. I have Hulu, so..."

"Sonsaeng-nim...my dad says I'm not allowed to watch tv."

"Why?"

"He says it's not good for my brain or my body. He says I'll get fat if I watch tv."

"That's not true," Jimin shook his head, "Here," Jimin quickly turned on his Hulu and selected a claymation show called Pingu, "This is innocent, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Jungkook smiled to himself and nodded, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Jungkook-ah."

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After Jimin took his shower, he came out to find Jungkook asleep in the light of the television.

He was fully clothed and cuddled under the blanket Jimin gave him with a melted ice pack over his arm, which jutted out off the couch.

Jimin smiled as he reached down and slowly grabbed the ice pack. The knot was a lot smaller now, and that relieved the older male.

He quietly moved to put the ice pack in the freezer then flipped on the light over the kitchen sink before turning off the tv.

After making sure Jungkook was tucked in, he went off to his bedroom.

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Jimin woke up when he felt the bed shift, but didn't open his eyes.

Only when the covers lifted up and he felt an arm slink around his waist did he jolt and quickly turn over.

He was met with the worried expression of an adorable and freshly showered Jungkook.

The teacher rubbed his face and yawned, "Is everything okay?"

"I'm scared by myself," Jungkook whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Jimin managed a smile, "I wouldn't want you to be scared."

"Good night Sonsaeng-nim," Jungkook cutely yawned into his sweatshirt sleeve, which was cutely too big for him.

"Good night."

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"Sonsaeng-nim," Jungkook's sweet voice brought a smile to Jimin's lips.

"What time is it?" Jimin mumbled.

"Six thirty," Jungkook responded, "Your alarm went off a while ago."

"Yeah," Jimin inhaled, squeezing Jungkook in his arms tighter.

Wait...

"Oh," Jimin jolted back a bit, "I-I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"I didn't mean to. I must've moved closer in my sleep."

"It's okay," Jungkook giggled.

"I'm sorry," Jimin bit his lip and Jungkook pressed into his teacher's chest. "Jungkook-ah?"

"It feels nice when you hold me. It's so much different from him."

Jimin clenched his jaw at that and moved closer to the taller, "I'm glad."

Jungkook giggled and suddenly started pulling on Jimin's shirt, "We should get ready for school."

"Yeah," Jimin slowly and barely agreed, "Actually, you're staying here today."

"What? But, if my father finds out I didn't go, he'll-"

"I'll take care of it," Jimin lightly pat the teen's back, "I'll make sure you're safe."

Jungkook hesitated then quickly hugged his teacher back, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, Jungkook-ah."

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Jimin went into work and talked to the principal directly. He informed him that Jeon Jungkook's parents were not to know of his absence to school.

When asked why, Jimin said it was for the safety of the child and the principal almost immediately understood.

So he agreed to the terms and went to tell the secretary who made calls to the homes of absent students.

After that, Jimin's day went smoothly. He didn't have a single problem all day and surprisingly only had to tell a few students to be quiet.

He did hear the whispers in the halls about Jungkook. The girls seemed worried and concerned while the guys basically said 'Good riddance faggot.'

They all spoke as if they knew Jungkook had died. Maybe more people knew about his secret than Jungkook thought.

Or maybe they thought the lonely kid at the back of every class committed suicide.

That thought made Jimin worry. He left Jungkook in his apartment with knifes and razors and

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