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You pushed your rolling chair back from the desk with a sigh. “He’s gonna make me commit murder. I swear to god.”
Chan started chuckling next to you, shaking his head as Seungmin refused to leave the booth. “He’s such a perfectionist.”
“We’ve recorded the same line fifteen times, and he’s still not satisfied.” You massaged your temples, staring down at the desk. “I’m the fucking vocal coach for god’s sake. I’m supposed to be the pain in the ass, not him.”
“Hey, can we play back the second to last take again?” Seungmin asked, frowning down at his lyric sheet. “I think it might’ve been better then the fifth take.”
You slammed your hand over the ‘talk’ button, opening the line of communication to the booth. “Get your ass out of the booth, Seungmin.” You’d finally lost it, Chan just laughing his ass off at your reaction.
“But—”
“OUT!” You cut Seungmin off, throwing a thumb over your shoulder when he shot you an annoyed expression.
Seungmin sighed, but removed his headphones and started to collect his things.
“Finally.” You leaned back in your chair with a sigh, Chan wiping away tears as he continued to lose it.
Seungmin finally came out of the booth, pouting slightly, and walked over to sit on the couch. “Look Noona, I know we were in there for a while, but I still think I can do better on the last chorus.”
You looked at him then, lightening up just a bit. “Seungmin, look at me.” He met your eyes as Chan finally started to calm down. “You sound great. Seriously. And we’re over time by almost half an hour.”
“Yeah mate, we’re recording the performance video for this track tonight, and your part was the last one we needed to finalize it.” Chan elaborated. “Which means I only have a few hours to get it done and sent out.”
“Well then, if it’s being finalized, I should definitely get back in there and—”
“That’s it.” You stood up, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up off the couch. “Get out. Go practice or something if you’re really that worried about it. Or better yet, go get me a matcha latte before I fire you as my voice student.”
“Oh come on Noona! You can’t do that.” Seungmin challenged you as you pushed him towards the door. Then he looked at Chan with concern. “Can she do that?”
“Bye Seungmin!” Chan just waved at him as you got him through the studio door, locking it once he was outside. Seungmin stood there for a moment, staring daggers at you and Chan, but you just waved at him through the glass. With a huff he turned and stalked away. “See, you can get away with that because you’re his voice teacher. When I try to kick him out, it’s a whole ordeal. He actually respects your authority.”
“Yeah well he doesn’t act like it. He acts like I’m an annoying older sister who nags him ruthlessly.” You sighed, coming back to sit next to Chan.
‘But you are an older sister who nags him ruthlessly.” Chan pointed out.
“Yeah, okay, but not like that. You know what I meant.” Chan raised a brow at you. “Oh, shut it.”
“Hey, as his teacher you could totally reprimand him you know. You’re the one who lets him get away with all the cheeky banter.”
You sighed, but let the topic drop. You stuck around for another half hour, helping Chan with his mixing a little, but mainly just catching up. It had been a while since they’d had you in the studio for a full 8 member group coaching. Seungmin was the only member who you saw on a regular basis, as he took voice lessons once a week.
You’d been friends with Chan for longer then you’d know the others. He’d been the one to suggest you look for a job at JYP when you left the school you’d been giving lesions at last year. Now you were a full time voice teacher at JYP, working will trainees and idols alike. The members of Stray Kids were the closest to your age, and that’s why you were comfortable with their informal attitude towards you. And like Chan had said, you encouraged them to do so.
“Alright, I have to run. I need a break before my next set of lessons in a hour.” You said, checking the clock.
“Okay, yeah, go take a break!” Chan encouraged you as you were gathering your stuff. “You work too hard.”
“Ha! Not the pot calling the kettle black.” You teased him. “You work way harder then I do. At least I go home at the end of the day. You still sleeping in your studio?”
“Hey, I don’t really do that anymore!” Chan protested, but when you gave him a look he caved. “Okay, sometimes I still do…But its been weeks, Noona, weeks!”
“Yeah, okay.” You slung your bag over your shoulder. “What time are they keeping y’all here til?”
“Actually we’re supposed to be done at eight tonight.” Chan looked hopeful that it would be true. “What about you?”
“I’m also done at eight.” You said, pausing when he raised an eyebrow at you. “Why?”
“Want to get dinner tonight? We barely got to talk today and I miss you.” Chan flashed his dimples and you smiled.
“Yeah actually, I’d love to.” You agreed, ruffling his hair as you made your way towards the door. “I’ll text you when I’m done, maybe we can meet in the lobby.”
“Cool, I’ll see you tonight.” He waved at you as you unlocked the door.
“Bye Channie!” You gave him a smile as you left the studio. You’d barely turned to walk down the hall when your path was suddenly blocked by none other then Kim Seungmin. “Jesus Christ! You scared me.”
“Sorry Noona.” Seungmin was holding a bag from the cafe around the corner. “I was wondering…what are you doing right now?”
“I have a break before my next lesson. I was gonna get a snack.” You eyed the bag and his unusually innocent expression. “Why?”
“Well, I was hoping you could fit me in for a coaching really quickly? I know I’ve been a pain today, but I’m just extra nervous about this last chorus for Secret Secret.” He lifted the bag then, offering it to you. “I bought you a matcha latte. And one of those croissants you like.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly, but took the bag from him. “You get fifteen minutes, then I’m kicking you out, got it?”
“Yes! Yes I swear, that’s all I need.” He bounced a little as he started to follow you to your office. “Thank you, Noona.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” You patted his shoulder, surprised at his sincerity. He must really be nervous about this filming tonight. “Come on.”
Seungmin followed you into your office and got set up as you opened the bag from the cafe. He’d gotten you a large matcha latte and a croissant filled with strawberries and cream. He was really trying to butter you up. You took a sip of the drink and let out a little ‘mmm!’ because it was so good. When you looked up at Seungmin, sitting by the piano, he was smiling at you. You got up and walked over to sit next to him on the bench.
“So explain to me exactly what’s wrong with your last part?” You asked him as he turned back to the keys.
“It does’t feel… effortless. It feels like I’m straining a bit.” Seungmin explained.
“Okay.” You nodded, setting your drink down and facing him. “Sing it for me.”
Seungmin nodded, playing his first note on the piano before taking a deep breath and singing the last line of the song. “Every single one of them, even to the last drop at my fingertips.”
He sang it full out and clear, but you heard what he meant. It was missing something. “Okay. I see what you’re saying. Try it again, this time mix in your head voice.”
He nodded, sitting up straight and singing the line again, looking at the wall. “Every single one of them, even to the last drop at my fingertips.”
It was even cleaner this time. You thought about how he could combine the two ideas. “This song it about unrequited love right?”
“Yeah…” Seungmin trailed off, frowning down at the piano.
“So when you love someone and they don’t feel it back, it’s crushing, yeah? You feel like you’re pouring yourself out and becoming empty. You’re desperate to get anything back from that person, even if it’s just a smile.” You explained. “This time, when you sing the line, pretend that you’re really feeling all of that.”
His head was bowed and he took a few deep breaths. You didn’t find this odd, assuming he was getting into character. Seungmin gave himself the pitch again, and this time when he opened is mouth to sing, you saw true passion on his face. “Every single one of them, even to the last drop at my fingertips!”
“That’s it!” You clapped, finally getting the sound you were looking for. “That’s exactly the sound we want. Good job.” You patted him on the shoulder before getting up and going back to your desk to eat your snack.
Seungmin stood up suddenly, making you pause with the croissant hallway to your mouth. His hands were balled up, and he looked strange. Like he was holding something back. You were immediately concerned.
“Seungmin, what’s wrong?” You asked, setting your food back down.
He looked over at you hesitantly, and you saw his eyes were shinier then normal. He opened his mouth to speak, then snapped it shut quickly. His posture relaxed and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, reaching for his bag. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine. Just worried about tonight.”
“You’ll be fine, seriously. You sound wonderful, Seungmin. I mean it.” You gave him a genuine smile, but he was still looking down. He turned to leave, but you called for him before he could open the door. “Hey, look at me.” He turned his head, barely meeting your gaze. “I’m proud to be your teacher, Seungmin.”
He lifted his head, hand on the door knob, his gaze fierce. You locked eyes for just a moment, then he was opening the door and calling back to you over his shoulder. “Thanks.”
The door shut and you were left dumbfounded, wondering what the hell could’ve happened to make him so upset so quickly.
* * * * *
When you were finally done with lessons, it was just after 8 o’clock. You gathered your things, locking up your office before heading down to the JYP building lobby. You sat on a couch by the reception desk, texting Chan that you were ready to go. You waited a few minutes before getting a reply from him.
Channie (8:13 pm) - Hey (Y/n)! Sorry, we’re running a little over time 🥲 (I had to sneak away to text you 🫣)
Channie (8:13 pm) - Do you want to come up to the practice room to wait?
You shook your head, knowing he’d been too hopeful that they’d be done on time. You texted him back that you would go up, then grabbed your bag and headed for the elevator. When you got to the practice room, you entered quietly, knowing they were actively recording. You glanced around, seeing the members set up on stools with mics in front of them, each facing a camera. They were in the middle of a take of Secret Secret, so you carefully navigated through the other staff on your way to sit on the couch on the wall. You noticed a monitoring screen next to the camera director, a friend of yours, and walked over to watch. All 8 screens were side by side, filming each member from the waist up as they sang the end of the song. Everyone sounded really good, and you smiled as you looked between them and the screen. You noticed they were all making good eye contact with the camera, like you’d coached, except for Seungmin, who seemed to not be able to keep from closing his eyes and looking off to the side. You frowned. The takes wouldn’t come out as good if he couldn’t hold eye contact with the camera.
When the take was finished, the director called “cut!” Then turned to you. “Any thoughts, (Y/n)-nim?”
“Yeah, actually, can I chat with each of them really quickly?” You asked, stepping around the monitor and going to the end of the line, starting with Jisung. You gave each of them a word of encouragement and a small critique as you went down the line, finally ending with Seungmin.
“How did I sound, Noona?” He asked you, eyebrows slightly pinched.
“You sounded wonderful Seungmin, really.” You reassured him. “My only note is your eye contact. You’re falling into your habit of closing your eyes again. Try and look into the camera as you deliver your last line, yeah?”
“Okay, I’ll do my best.” He assured you.
You nodded and patted his shoulder before walking back over to the director. “Okay, have them go again.”
They started another take, and you monitored each member, smiling proudly when they all made the adjustments you’d asked for. All except for Seungmin, who in the moment, closed his eyes again and looked away from the camera. You frowned. He was usually very good at taking direction and making adjustments on the fly. After they cut again, you asked the director for another moment. You went up to Seungmin directly. Before you could say anything, he was already huffing in frustration.
“I know, I did it again.” His shoulders slumped, frustrated with himself.
“It’s okay, don’t be too hard on yourself.” You encouraged him. “This time, I’m gonna stay right here behind the camera, and I want you to sing to me, okay?”
Seungmin blanched. “Wh-What? Sing…to you?”
“Yeah, why not, you do it all the time in lessons.” You brushed off his hesitancy as nerves. Then you turned to the director and called, “Let’s roll it again, please.”
The track started and all the guys sang their parts passionately. Seungmin was looking at his lap, and you worried he wasn’t going to lift his head, but when his part came up, he looked straight into your eyes, and sang his lines.
“I shake off all my worries by putting them into the falling rain, so that they won't seep any deeper into me.”
He held your eyes through the whole line, his expression full of pain and longing. When he was done singing, he looked away, letting his gaze fall to his lap again. You’d never heard him sound so beautiful. When his next line came, he captured your gaze once again, not even blinking as he sang out clear as ice.
“Let them go with a smile, Every single one of them, even the last drop at my fingertips.”
You felt your heart start to beat faster, getting lost in his eyes. You were waiting for him to look away again, but as Jeongin started the last chorus, Seungmin began to harmonize with him, holding your gaze. You couldn’t explain why, but you were hearing his voice in a way you’d never experienced before. You were his vocal coach, you’d heard him sing a million times. So why was this moment different? You felt yourself being drawn deeper into his eyes as the track came to an end, Seungmin finishing with the line you’d helped him with earlier in the day.
“Every single one of them, even to the last drop at my fingertips!”
When the director called cut this time, everyone started to clap, the members included. Everyone except for you and Seungmin, who were locked in a trance for another moment. His eyes were shining so bright, blinking up at you from behind his bangs, his expression wracked with longing. It wasn’t until Chan came over and clapped Seungmin on the shoulder that you both snapped out of it.
“Wah, great job Seungmin! You really did sound better then when we recorded earlier. What did you do?” Chan asked, looking between a sheepish Seungmin and you.
“Oh, I coached him a bit after I left the recording studio this afternoon.” You explained, shaking off the strange moment that you’d just had. Man, Seungmin was a good actor! You’d never noticed before.
“Well that was great. Good job Seungmin.” Chan patted him on the shoulder again before coming over to you and taking your arm. “So, you ready to go eat?”
“Yeah, I’m starved.” You replied, but as Chan led you out of the room, you looked over your shoulder and saw Seungmin staring after you both, his eyebrows pinched again.
* * * * *
“So how did Seungmin convince you to coach him after annoying you all afternoon?” Chan asked before shoving a wrap of pork belly in his mouth.
“He bribed me with Matcha and a croissant.” You explained, struggling to separate a perilla leaf.
“Oh, he is good.” Chan agreed, reaching across the table to take the leaves from you and separating them himself.
“Channie you better watch out. If anyone sees you separating my perilla leaves you’ll have a cheating scandal on your hands.” You teased him. “Won’t Felix be jealous?”
“Shut up. I’m only doing it cause you’re inept.” He rolled his eyes. “But for the record, this is only okay because we’re both single. If you were in a relationship, I would never disrespect your boyfriend by doing this for you.”
“Oh my god, Korean men are insane.” You shook your head, but smiled at him anyways. “How is this such a big deal?”
“Get a boyfriend and have someone else try to do this for you in front if him. Then come talk to me.” He set the separated leaved on your plate.
“Well I’ll never be able to test that theory, cause I’m never getting a boyfriend.” You replied, fixing yourself a wrap.
“(Y/n), you know I hate when you talk like that.” Chan frowned. “You’ll find someone eventually.”
“Um yeah, with what free time? All I do is work.” You huffed, shoving the wrap into your mouth, talking around it. “Besides, no one likes me. No one wants to date me.”
“Um, I know for a fact there is someone who wants to date you.” Chan said, then immediately looked like he wanted to take it back.
“What?!” You started choking. “Who?!”
“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to say anything.” Chan sat up, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Christopher Bang, tell me who has a crush on me, right now.” You demanded.
“Nope! I literally swore I’d never say anything.” He shook his head.
“Oh, you are such a fucking tease!”
“Hey, that’s my brand. I’ve gotta stick with it.” He shrugged. You leaned back into your seat, shaking your head. “And to completely kill the subject, I’m hitting the head. Be right back.”
“Ugh, you’re the worst!” You called after him on his way to the restroom.
You leaned over and stole a bite of his food, then felt your bag vibrating. You realized you hadn’t checked your phone once since you’d gotten to the restaurant. You fished it out of your bag, seeing you had a few missed messages from Seungmin. You frowned, opening up the thread.
Seungmin (8:59 pm) - HYUNG! I can’t do this anymore!
Seungmin (8:59 pm) - The way she was looking at me while we were filming…
Seungmin (9:00 pm) - And did I mention she literally started talking about unrequited love in our coaching? Acting like I hadn’t experiment it before?
Seungmin (9:00 pm) - AS IF SHE ISN'T THE ONE DRIVING ME CRAZY WITH LONGING???
Seungmin (9:01 pm) - I stg this song Han wrote is about me. He wont admit it, but I knew he was thinking about me and (Y/n) when writing it. Bastard.
Seungmin (9:01 pm) - Bro I’m so cooked.
You stared down at your phone with your mouth hanging open.
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Chan was washing up when his phone started ringing. He dried his hands and fished it out of his pocket, seeing it was Seungmin. He answered. “Hello?”
“HYUNG! Please tell me you’re still with (Y/n).” He practically yelled.
“Woah bro. Yeah, we’re finishing up dinner. I just went to the bathroom. Why?” Chan leaned against the counter.
“I fucked up! I thought I was texting you, but I was texting her! I said things! About liking her!” Seungmin had never sounded so distressed.
“Oh shit, seriously?” Chan was shocked.
“Yes hyung! Look, I need you to delete the messages before she can read them.” Seungmin let out in a rush. “Do you know her password? If not, maybe you can like, drop her phone on the grill or something—”
“Woah, okay mate, calm down.” Chan said, leaving the bathroom. “I’m not gonna destroy her phone. But don’t worry, I’ll get it and delete the messages, okay? Stop panicking.”
“Fuck, okay. Fuck! Hyung, please, she can’t find out, I know she’ll be grossed out and kick me out of her voice studio. I can’t let that happen.” Seungmin pleaded with him.
“Alright, I’m going back to the table now. It’s gone be okay.”
“Text me as soon as you’ve cleared my messages!” Sunglasses yelled into the phone before he hung up.
Chan quickened his pace, going back to the table. Hopefully your phone was still in your bag, and you hadn’t seen anything. That way he could keep this whole thing from blowing up and—
“Oh shit.”
_____
You looked up from your phone as Chan stopped dead next to the table. “So, I’m guessing you saw Seungmin’s messages?”
“How—” You broke off, mouth still hanging open.
“He just called me and asked if I could destroy your phone before you read anything.” He plopped back down on his side of the table, trying to gage your reaction.
“So…I’m guessing he’s the person you were protecting?” You asked, looking down at the messages again. Thank god you didn’t have your read receipts on.
“Uh, yeah. It’s him.” Chan confirmed. “So…what should we do?”
You stared at the messages one more moment, then closed the thread and put your phone back in the bag. “Tell him I didn’t see it. Tell him you deleted the messages and I don’t know anything.”
“Noona…” Chan looked disappointed. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I don’t want him to be embarrassed, or for anything to be weird between us. He never meant to tell me.” You explained.
“O-Okay. I’ll tell him.” Chan seemed sad. He must’ve been rooting for his band mate. “I’m guessing you don’t feel the same way?”
You played with your chopsticks, not meeting Chan’s eyes. “I mean, I’ve never thought about him that way. He’s always just been my slightly annoying voice student.”
You both sat there in silence for a moment, before Chan pulled his phone out again. “Alright. I’ll tell him you didn’t see anything.”
“Thanks Chan. I don’t want him to be, uh, unnecessarily stressed about it.”
“Yeah, of course.” Chan started typing away. “Thanks for being so chill about this.”
“No problem.” You replied, keeping your face calm. You were in fact feeling anything but chill about this.
“And Noona…don’t tell him I separated your perilla leaves.”
* * * * *
You were in shock, honestly. You had never once gotten the impression that Seungmin had feelings for you. Hell, you were convinced he found you annoying and a pain in his ass. You’d felt that way about him too. Not in a truly hateful way, more of a ‘my super talented student can be such a perfectionist’ kind of way. You knew he respected you and thought you were a great vocal coach, but you always assumed that was the extent of the relationship.
Evidently, you’d been wrong.
You’d never thought of Seungmin romantically before. He was pretty, of course, and he could be cute. Mostly you thought he was a huge dork. You’d never thought of him any other way…until this evening. When he’d been singing to you earlier, you had felt something. There was a tingle, a little spark there, as he’d looked deep into your eyes and sang like he was being ripped apart. You’d chocked it up to good acting and vocal technique. Turns out, he was actually in love with you and screaming into the void.
What were you going to do? You’d told Chan to lie, to reassure Seungmin that you had no idea about his feelings. It felt like the right thing to do, since you didn’t want him to get hurt. But what if…you could feel the same way? What if you let yourself have those kinds of thoughts about him? Would you start to feel differently?
The next week, when it was time for Seungmin’s voice lesson, you felt extremely nervous. You wanted to act normal, not give him any indication that you knew about his feelings, but you were worried about your poker face. Would you be able to keep it together?
There was a knock at your office door. “Come in!”
Seungmin came in, toting his guitar case and another bag from the cafe down the street, acting completely normal. “Hey Noona. How are you doing today?”
“I’m doing okay, thanks. I’ve got a packed schedule today.” You explained, getting up from your desk and coming over to join him by the piano. He was wearing jeans and a big t-shirt, nothing different then his usual style. You had on a knee length plaid skirt and white T-shirt. Simple but cute.
“Here, this is for you.” Seungmin offered you the cafe bag. “I figured you were booked through lunch again, so…”
You took the bag and opened it up, “You brought me food?”
“Just a sandwich and drink.” He shrugged, setting his guitar case down as you pulled out a wrapped sandwich and matcha latte.
“Well, thanks. You’re right, I haven’t had a chance to eat yet.” You took a sip of the drink but left everything on the desk. You didn’t want to eat while he was there, it seemed rude. “You brought your guitar?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded, pulling it out of its case. “I’ve been working on a cover for our JYP showcase and I wanted to play it for you, get your help.”
“Oh okay, yeah. I have several students performing. What are you planning to sing?” You asked him, settling on the couch across from the stool he was pulling over.
“Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish,” He said, settling on the stool and propping his acoustic guitar on his lap. “My guitar teacher has been helping me with my plucking technique.”
You leaned forward, despite yourself. “Okay. Let’s hear it.”
Seungmin gave you a small nod before looking down at the guitar. He took a breath, then began plucking, and immediately the cheerful and bright melody made you smile. You’d seen him play guitar a few times before, but never this well. He’d clearly been practicing a lot. When he began to sing, he still had his eyes on the strings.
“I want you to stay, 'Til I'm in the grave. 'Til I rot away, dead and buried 'Til I'm in the casket you carry. If you go, I'm going too, uh 'Cause it was always you, alright, And if I'm turnin' blue, please don't save me, Nothing left to lose without my baby.”
As he went into the refrain, he lifted his head, but now his eyes were closed, caught up in the lyrics.
“Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know, I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone. Can't change the weather, might not be forever, But if it's forever, it's even better.”
He opened his eyes, but looked past you, over toward the window as he started the pre-chorus.
“And I don't know what I'm cryin' for, I don't think I could love you more. It might not be long, but baby, I…”
Suddenly he looked at you, eyes wide and shining, as he sang with the deepest parts of his soul.
“I'll love you 'til the day that I die, 'Til the day that I die, 'Til the light leaves my eyes, 'Til the day that I die.”
You felt your heart seize up, and you wondered if it was going to burst. No one had ever looked at you like that before. With such love and devotion. You felt yourself leaning forward as he started the second verse, finally breaking your eye contact and looking back at his hands.
“I want you to see, hm, How you look to me, hm. You wouldn't believe if I told ya, You would keep the compliments I throw ya. But you're so full of shit, uh.” He let out a little chuckle, shaking his head, but focusing his gaze on his guitar. “Tell me it's a bit, no. Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted, Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid.”
Once again, he lifted his head, keeping his eyes shut as he belted out the sweetest tones.
“And I don't know what I'm cryin' for, I don't think I could love you more. Might not be long, but baby, I…Don't wanna say goodbye.”
He opening his eyes again, staring into your soul once more, and you felt like you could float off the couch as he be began to descant and riff over the guitar, which he was now plucking the melody on.
“'til the day that I die,” He held out the notes, his vibrato shining through. “'til the light leaves my eyes.”
Seungmin took a huge breath, then blew you away with his high note on the end of the next line. “'til the day I dieeeeeeeee!”
You felt yourself tearing up. Not just with pride at his vocal growth and incredible ability, but at the way he was directing every word straight at you. As he sang the last two lines, he trapped you with his stare, liquid brown eyes a deep ocean as he put everything he had into the words.
“You had that same look in your eyes. I love you, don't act so surprised.”
He hummed a bit as he played the outro, looking down at his hands again as he plucked the final strings. He let the last note vibrate until it faded away, the room falling into silence again. When it remained quiet, you holding your breath, he finally looked up. Somehow, his expression was more distraught then ever.
You matched his look, realizing how much he was suffering, and your voice broke slightly when you called his name. “Seungmin…”
He saw your pained look, and at first it confused him. Then suddenly, it all made since. “Chan lied, didn’t he. You saw my messages.”
You swallowed trying to process the myriad of emotions you’d just gone through while listening to him sing. It was so much to comprehend. “I…”
“Right. Um, I’ll go.” Seungmin got up, not looking at you, starting to pack up his guitar.
You sat there in stunned silence, unable to make your voice or body move. You wanted to confront him, to explain, but before you could get a coherent thought out, he was heading for the door.
“Wait!” You cried, finally propelling yourself off the couch to block his exit. He practically ran into you, trapping you against the door. He tried to stagger back, but you reached out and grabbed his neck, immediately making him blush. “Don’t go. I…”
“Noona, stop.” Seungmin looked like he was holding himself back from something, still not ready to believe you could ever return his feelings. “You don’t have to feel sorry for me, I get it—”
“Would you shut up and just kiss me already?” You blurted.
Seungmin finally gave in to the desire he’d felt for you since day one, dropping his guitar case and grabbing you, connecting your lips. He couldn’t believe this was real. When he’d come for his lesson today, he’d planned to be normal, since he believed you hadn’t seen his confession. It turned out he was completely wrong. You’d seen his messages, and probably talked to Chan about it, told him to lie to Seungmin. That would’ve meant you didn’t feel the same way back. But the way you ‘d watched him sing just now…that wasn’t someone who was indifferent.
You melted into him as soon as he started to kiss you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush into his body by your wide hips. Your mouth was soft and sweet, he could taste the matcha latte he’d just brought you. He thought he was being slick, all the little treats he would surprise you with, playing it off with his snarky banter and eye rolls. He thought he’d done a really good job of making you think he didn’t have feelings for you. Too good of a job. But maybe texting you by mistake had been the best thing that’d ever happened to him.
You started to pull Seungmin backwards into your office, towards the couch. He didn’t realize what was happening until you were spinning him around and pushing him back onto the couch. He fell back with a plop and you straddled him, hiking up your skirt. His hands went to your waist, fingers trembling as you started to grind on him as you devoured his face. He had no idea you would be so into him, almost aggressively so, but he was not complaining.
Seungmin was getting hard incredibly fast, and he was worried what you would do when you felt his erection through his jeans. Would you be freaked out? Were you just wanting to make out, and not take anything further? He would be grateful for anything. After all, the love of his life, his incredibly-hot-and-curvy-slightly-older voice teacher was currently straddling his lap and kissing him with tongue. This was more then he could’ve ever hoped for.
You finally broke off, both of you completely breathless, and you held his face as he looked up at you with awe. “Noona…you’re kissing me.”
You giggled, leaning down to brush your lips along his jaw, pausing at his ear. “Do you want me to stop?”
“NO!” He shouted, then cleared his throat, gripping your hips again and trying to calm down a bit. “No, please don’t stop.”
“Do you want me to slow down?” You asked, softer, a genuine question this time. You pulled back to meet his gaze.
“No.” Seungmin shook his head again. “I don’t know when I’ll be lucky enough to have the girl of my dreams in my lap again.”
“Good.” You giggled, reaching for the hem of your shirt as you watched him, pulling it off quickly. “Because I sure as hell don’t want to slow down.”
Seungmin groaned as he watched your tits bounce in your bra. Holy fuck. He’d imagined those tits a million times, fantasied about how they would bounce as he fucked you. He prayed to god he was about to find out. You put your hands on his shoulders as you started to grind again, finally feeling Seungmin’s erection. He let out a groan when you slid your crotch across his. Up until this point, he’d carefully kept his hands on your waist, not wanting to do anything too forward and make you stop. Now you were reaching for his wrists.
“You can touch me, you know.” You breathed as you brought his hand to your chest, helping him cup your tit.
“Fuck, okay.” His voice cracked a little, and he immediately went red, but you ignored it and instead helped him grope your tits over your bra. “Oh ny god.”
You smirked at him as you kept grinding, throwing your head back in pleasure when his cock brushed your core just right. Seungmin could tell you were really enjoying yourself, and he was trying so hard not to immediately bust in his jeans. He started to knead your breasts with his hands, feeling your nipples through your bra. He tried to pinch one over the fabric, and when you let out a little whimper, it gave him more confidence.
He pulled your mouth down to his again, kissing you with tongue as he reached around your back to your bra latch. His fingers trembled as he tried to unhook it, cursing himself mentally when he couldn’t get it undone. He didn’t have much practice with this kind of thing. Without breaking the kiss, you reached back and helped him unsnap your bra. He gasped into your mouth as he pulled the straps down, and you flung the garment off in the same direction as your top.
Seungmin pulled back then so he could see your tits. “Holy shit, oh my god.”
You were smiling again, and this time Seungmin didn’t wait for your permission to touch you, instead reaching for your nipples directly and pulling them in between his finger tips.
“Oh, yes, just like that baby.” You cooed at him, increasing your grinding and moaning. “Fuck, feels so good.”
Seungmin felt his dick twitch as your words, not surprised he’d ended up with a praise kink. You were his teacher after all.
You reached for his belt then. Starting to unbuckle it as you watched his expression. “Mmm, can Noona ride you baby? Would that be okay?”
Seungmin lost his voice for a second, simply nodding furiously as you stared to undo his jeans. You bit your lip, getting up off his lap and scurrying over to the door, locking it quickly before coming back to the couch. Seungmin watched with glazed eyes as you started to pull his pants down, lifting his hips to help you. His baggy shirt immediately covered his crotch. Once his underwear were around his ankles, you stood up and shimmied your panties off, kicking them away before coming back to straddle him. He pulled his shirt up, revealing his pulsing cock to you, and you bit your lip as you reached for it, standing it up as you hovered. Seungmin couldn’t think straight, already losing his mind with just your loose grip around him. As you lined him up with your core, you pushed your skirt up so he could see as his head slipped through your lips, sliding around in all your juices. Holy fuck, he was going to bust so soon.
“Oh, fuck.” You moaned as you sank down on his cock, throwing your head back as he pushed past your entrance and slipped inside.
Seungmin was gripping the couch for dear life, holding back from coming through sheer power of will. Oh no. This was not good. As you sank down fully and brought your arms around his neck, he felt his balls tightening. “Noona, Noona, stop!”
You froze, leaning back to look at him with confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum and I’m not wearing a condom.” He closed his eyes, afraid to look at your tits and bust.
Seungmin’s eyes flew open in shock when you started giggling. “Then cum baby. It won’t stop me from riding you till I cum too.”
And with that you started to move your hips back and forth. Seungmin’s hands flew to your hips, suddenly losing it, starting to cum already. “Un! Fuck, c-coming!” He whined like a desperate freak, sounding so fucked out. If he wasn’t lost in complete bliss, he’d have been mortified.
“Mmm, that’s right baby, cum for Noona.” You cooed at him, putting your hands on his shoulders and starting to ride him in earnest, unfazed as he shot hot ropes of cum inside you. In fact, you seemed to be really enjoying it.
Seungmin collapsed back into the couch cushions after releasing his first load, whimpering at the overstimulation. You simply smiled and leaned down to start kissing him again as you kept bouncing your nips. He didn’t even have time to get soft, your walls squeezing him so tight that his erection continued to harden, already feeling himself building up for another orgasm.
You used him as leverage as you moved your nips, moaning and groaning just the way he’d pictured it a hundred times. He finally looked down at where your two bodies were connecting, seeing his cum making a ring around the base of his cock and leaking onto his abdomen. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He locked in on your clit, red and swollen at the top of your slit, as you bounced up and down. He reached down, holding your skirt up with one hand while he used his thumb of the other to play with your bundle of nerves. The noises you started making after that told him he was doing a good job.
“Oh my god, yeah baby, play with my clit.” You whimpered at him, your brows pinched in pleasure, sweat starting to form a sheen on your skin. He was honestly impressed at the way you’d kept up a steady rhythm, your thigh muscles must be working overtime. Seungmin did as you asked and kept rubbing your clit, using a lot of pressure. Your breathing became more ragged and your hips started to shake. “Oh fuck, don’t stop!”
Seungmin obeyed, leaning forward to catch one of your nipples as you rolled your hips. He moaned into your chest, sucking on your nipples and leaving saliva across your chest as he felt another climax coming. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum again.” He whimpered into your chest.
“Me too baby, want to cum with you this time, ah—” You cut off as he started rubbing your clit with two fingers. “Ohhhhhhhh~”
Your hips started to stutter and twitch as you began to cum, your walls clenching around Seungmin violently. He pulled off your tits to find your mouth, kissing you messily as he started to cum for the second time. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, sinking down onto his cock to the hilt as you came down from your high, his cock still spilling inside of you. You kissed him lazily, still breathing hard, and continuing to clench and unclench on his cock, milking him of all he was worth.
When he stopped coming, he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you to his chest, You continued to kiss that way for a while, still slotted together, until both of your breathing settled down. When you finally pulled back, your hair a mess and your makeup slightly smudged, Seungmin thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
“How much of a mess do you think we just made?” Your finally asked him, biting your lip.
Seungmin gulped, trying to find his voice and act cool. “Um, well, there’s definitely cum all over the couch.”
“Well, at least it’s leather.” You chuckled, reaching for his face and pushing his hair back.
“Noona…” Seungmin trailed off as you played with his hair, still not moving off his lap.
“Yeah?” You replied softly.
“I—I came inside.” He stuttered anxiously. “Twice.”
“Oh, it’s fine Seungmin, I’m on birth control.” You assured him with a smile.
He let out a breath. As he sat there, he tried to contemplate what all of this meant. But before he could say anything else, you spoke.
“I don’t think I can let you sing that song for the showcase.” You giggled, cupping his cheek. “The next girl you serenade will probably jump you just like I did, and then we’ll be in trouble.”
“Oh…” Seungmin said, feeling crushed. “So you only did that cause…you liked my voice?”
He started to sit up. You frowned, not letting him push you off yet. “Hey, no.”
“Then why? If you just fucked me because you were testing something out, then—”
“Will you let me talk?” You huffed, and he finally shut his mouth and listened. “I saw the truth in your eyes when you sang Seungmin. I know what you feel for me is real. And while I admit that I hadn’t thought about you that way before last week, I mean it when I say, I have feelings for you now. I saw and felt your sincerity. And it genuinely touched me, baby.” You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, shoving his face into your tits again. “And anyone who can spill their guts out like that, even just in song, deserves a chance.”
“R-Really?” He sounded hopeful again, voice muffled against your chest. “You’ll give me a chance?”
“Of course I will.” You nodded. “I think we should date.” You pulled back and he broke out into a huge grin. However, you stopped him before he could kiss you again. “But I need to see if you can actually be nice to me, and not just be a snarky little shit all the time.”
Seungmin felt himself blushing. “Listen, that was the only way I knew to hide my feelings for you. I was scared if you ever treated me like more then your student I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”
“So you’re saying you do have the capacity to be sweet?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll make it my mission to convince you.” His eyes sparkled, leaning forward to kiss your neck.
“Okay, good. But also…” You leaned your head to the side to give him more access. “You can still tease me, if you want.”
Seungmin felt his heart skip in his chest, and his cock stirred inside you. You felt him getting hard again too. “Oh, hello.”
“S-Sorry.” He mumbled, but gasped when you started to clench around him again.
“Don’t apologize baby.” You leaned down and kissed him, starting to slide your hips once more, pulling a moan from his lips. “We’ve still got half an hour until my next student comes…”
Seungmin stared up at you with awe. He hadn’t been sure what to expect from being with you, but one thing was becoming quite clear: Boy, was he in for an adventure.
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