× you can't plan for everything.

@baby mochi ₂ [] doll, are we continuing this plot? (the abo student/teacher one) no stress if not, I just need to know so I can clear out my tracker of this one! I'm assuming the harvest moon is still going forward tho!

@baby mochi ₂ Was he going nuts or did the classroom suddenly smell just a fraction sweeter than when he’d first walked in?

Jeongguk shook his head minutely, dragging a chair from the nearest table to pull up to Mr. Parks desk. The room was fine, it was probably just the biscuits that his teacher had whipped out of seemingly nowhere; Mr Park was definitely the kind of teacher to do random like that, he seemed to have exactly what you wanted or needed in the moment.

He sat down with a huff, dropping his bag onto the floor rather abruptly. It was clear in his body language that he didn’t want to do this, would rather be anywhere other than here in this class but there was nothing he could do. “You’re kidding me..” Jeongguk groaned, dropping his head to the desk, feeling utterly defeated and depressed. Awesome, great, fantastic. The one class he didn’t bother with, the one time a week that he just didn’t give a about, was coming to bite him firmly in the and not in the fun way. He was going to lose his scholarship at the end of the semester and that would be it, he’d most likely end up having to drop out of all school altogether.

Oh god, what if he ended up being a homeless junkie?

“I don’t think food is going to help me, Mr Park.” He said as he reached over to grab a cookie regardless. What? It was free food!

His head lulled to the side so that he could watch himself pick at the paint flecks on the desk, stumped by the question given to him. “I guess.. I like sports?” That was the easiest answer he could supply. It wasn’t necessarily wrong either, it just wasn’t probably what Mr Park was expecting. Jeongguk sat up straight, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at Mr Park. ([]ahembulgingarmmusclealert)

“I like working out, being physical. I don’t really like sitting around for hours doing nothing cause I have too much energy. Sometimes I end up going to the gym twice a day because I’m too all over the place.”

“I, uh, I suppose I don’t mind cooking. I do it all at home so I’m pretty ok at it.. And, I dunno, I guess i like the usual stuff like video games and whatever.” Jeongguk paused, looking down at his lap. He felt hot around his ears that he put down to feeling a bit ashamed that he was so.. boring? He was an alpha, he was supposed to be powerful, dominant, exciting but when it really came down to it, Jeongguk was as basic as anything.

Jeongguk looked up, ready to speak but the question died on his lips as he looked at his teacher; looking remarkably less put together than he had just a few moments ago.

“Mr Park, you’re a little bit red, are you doing ok?”

@big dave (That's okay! Take your time, this plots worth waiting for <3)

As Jimin was sitting at his desk, he came across a rather… pink imagery. It was like a fantasy world that Jimin belonged in because of how pink it was, it was a wonder how he got hired for the job when he looked like a student himself with his waves of pink hair. The photo had pink trees, a bridge and a river, the sun was out… it was mystical to look at and he wanted to paint it but he knew he couldn't right now, he couldn't force his students to share in his pink passions. He saves the image, leaving it open to find more images of this pink land that obviously had to be photoshopped from a snowy area to be this pink. After finding quite a few and damn near hopping in his chair in excitement about his next painting project he hears a knock at the door, before he could say anything the door was opened and in steps one of his lovely students, though lovely was not the right word to describe but it was the safest word to describe his /student./ He watches the other walk in and a grin immediately spreads across his lips.

"Hello, Jungkook. Lovely morning we are having especially since I get to see a friendly face first thing." He chuckles softly and crosses his leg and sits back in his chair comfortably.

"What can I help you with? Don't be so stiff." He asked noticing the look on the others face, his hands folded over his lap, Jungkook taking up every bit of attention Jimin had in him as he met his eyes in respect to the young alpha. Today was a little different though, seeing the other made him feel a tad bit warm? Maybe he was gaining a soft spot for his student who seemed to be struggling in his class. His eyes widened, not so much in shock at the request but more so that he actually came and /asked/ for help, not many alpha students do that… but then again not many alpha students knew where they wanted to be in life, that was the clear difference here.

"Oh I'm sorry. I wish I could've found someway to pass you." He frowned, his eyes go soft as he is genuinely disappointed with himself as well as Jungkook. Himself because he felt like he failed as a teacher and Jungkook because of his lack of effort in his class as well. He hums softly in thought and scoots up to his desk, his chin resting on his knuckles, elbows to the desk that was neatly organized but had a few splotches of paint here and there.

Jimin looks at the time and sees they have quite some time before Jungkook had to run along to his classes, he realized he didn't know much about his student aside from what he could see in class. In his class he could see the other was bored, or moreso had a lack of interest in his class and that usually meant he was a person who couldn't sit still and work patiently.

"Pull up a chair and have a chat with me, I brought some snacks with me from home, what type of snacks do you like?" Jimin waved him over, changing the subject entirely as he rolls back slightly and pulls open his drawer, he grabs a few snacks and puts them on the table before he opens a pack of freshly made cookies he made at home.

"I like to draw a lot when I can't pick up a brush and I also really enjoy dancing, do you have any hobbies?" He asked taking a bite out of his soft cookie as he eyes the other, watching his body language. Jimin was good at picking out lies, his family often wonders if it's that keen eye of his that truly makes the difference in his art.

@◦ baby mochi [] I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. ALSO I HAVE DECIDED TO ADD THE FOLLOWING: guk is an orphan(it’s not a tragic backstory or anything, he’s quite well adjusted and fine but i thought it’d be a secret of his that he’d never told anyone and i thought it’d be real sweet for Jimin to find out somehow)

Life couldn’t be any better for Jeon Jeongguk.

He really was the guy who had it all; he was young, talented in almost everything he did and not to mention, incredibly handsome to boot. His friends like to joke around that if their life were a movie, he’d be the protagonist who saved the day and capture the omegas heart in the process. Jeongguk was charming, he was sporty, he was kind, a natural born leader. A natural born alpha.

That’s what he was. The quintessential alpha male that was the object of envy from his peers.

Jeon Jeongguk ruled the school with, not an iron fist, no, but with a boyishly good looking smile and irresistible pheromones that he’d honed over the years after an early presentation at the age of 12. He really was one of the lucky few that would go far in life without ever really having to try.

But even Jeongguk had his downfalls and currently.. It was being explained to him in the wee hours of the morning after basketball training.

“You need to get at least a B- average in Art or else I’m going to have to remove you from the team, Jeon.” The man across from him, Coach Seo, was a middle aged, pot-bellied alpha with a thick 80’s style moustache(cliche much?) and generally Jeongguk liked to consider him as a father. Except now the one man he looked up too was stabbing him in the back. Art!? Of all things, he was failing a ing painting class!? “You’ve gotta be joking, coach! What does drawing have to do with my sports scholarship?” Jeongguk asked, his annoyed distress adding a bitter tinge to his scent.

“Everything, son, your whole scholarship is about maintaining good grades as well as participating in the sports programs. And right now.. You aren’t doing so hot, kid, I’m sorry. Until the end of term, if you can’t get your grades up.. You might lose your scholarship.”

Jeongguk had stopped listening after that, feeling as if his world was crashing down around him. He needed this scholarship— nobody in the school aside from his teachers knew that that was the only reason he was here in the first place but art? God, Jeongguk was probably the least artistic person you could ever meet! One time, he picked up a paintbrush and the dumb thing snapped in his hands. It was ridiculous!

But still, ugh. Jeongguk left his meeting with the coach feeling rather depressed and gloomy, glad that it was early enough that nobody other than the teachers and other sports teams were on campus so he found it easy to avoid people. He walked slowly to the art room, sighing when he noticed the lights were on.

Now it wasn’t like he didn’t like Mr Park. If anything he liked Mr Park a lot, the guy was incredibly bubbly(and his personality wasn’t the only bubbly thing about him) and passionate about what he did, he was incredibly pretty as well which didn’t hurt but his secondary gender status confused everybody; Mr Park didn’t have a scent which lead to rumours about him using suppressants though why, was the question. There were multiple running bets on what his status might be(Jeongguk was definitely subscribed to the Omega team, there was no way and that fat would ever belong to an alpha or beta). It was weird not knowing whether somebody was an alpha, beta or omega in todays society, it was almost like they weren’t really whole.

Jeongguk knocked on the door and stepped inside after a moment, shutting it behind him. Mr Park was sitting at his desk, looking very pretty behind his laptop. Jeongguk felt like he almost forgot how to breathe for a moment— this was the first time that he’d ever speak to the other man one on one and in such close proximity. He walked up to the desk, just stopping short on the other side of it.

“Mr Park? Um, Hi, my names Jeon Jeongguk and I need your help with something.” Jeongguks lips thinned, staring hard at the ground. “I’m failing your class and, and I need it to keep my scholarship. I was wondering if we could do after school tutoring sessions or if I could do extra credit to get my grades up to a B-”

@jeongguk Has Jimin ever mentioned how much he loved his job? It was a strange sensation but he genuinely loved what he did, especially when he felt like his life was going nowhere. He might’ve been the youngest teacher at the school, aging at twenty-four and a half. He was accepted as a teacher because he actually graduated college early and snagged this job right away because of his love for art and teaching, an ability of his like no other. The ability to truthfully paint what others were feeling just by a single glance at the person. He’s painted for countless people since he was a pup, his family adoring but also finding him quite strange that he wasn’t like the other pups they had. Jimin was one of four in his family and happened to be the youngest, he never liked to rough house, never liked to bite or thread at things, he never even experienced a heat. Actually, his family doesn’t have a single clue what he is labelled as, they know that he’s too tiny to be an alpha so it left them wondering if he was an omega or even a beta, not that his parents really cared what he turned out to be considering they had two alphas and a beta so it didn’t matter which he turned out to be. They were just happy that he was so young and yet so successful already just like his siblings, he was the golden child essentially in the Park family and no one would really have it any other way since it seemed so fitting.

Jimin woke up early, he was a morning person. He liked to get up early and make himself some breakfast sushi and pack up a box lunch. Everything about him screamed typical housewife omega but Jimin felt he was much more than that, just because he liked to do things that were deemed ‘responsibility’ didn’t make him less or more of a wolf, he was just him and he wanted to be treated as such. Once he got everything together, showered and dressed properly for his class, he packs up everything and hops into his car and drives off to the school with a happy hum. He lived relatively far from the school which was fine, he liked to have long drives. He parks in the teachers and staff parking lot and locks his car before heading upstairs to the break room, he greets everyone and puts his food away in the fridge and checks the time, he still had some time left before his class started and makes his way to his room, a gorgeous art studio that had wooden easels and expensive brushes and materials to use, there were desks and a white board in case there needed to be some note taking, Jimin often wondered if he was ever going to use the whiteboard as much as he just jumped into the art project. After setting up the room and writing the 20th project topic they would be working on, he sits and waits, browsing on his laptop for inspiration on what he’d be painting as well.

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