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“Oh, Mr. Lee?”
Jisung glanced up, his eyes sliding over towards the student that had called his name. They motioned quietly towards the door.
Through the little oblong window, Jisung could make out dark brown hair, piercing almond eyes, and lips pulled into the kind of smile that many would swoon over. Especially Jisung.
Minho.
He snagged eyes with the student who had spoken out loud, their cheeks now dusted pink as a few more students began to take notice of the guest waiting at the door. Jisung just rolled his eyes.
“Behave.” He told them, and a few of them giggled. He was irritated that he couldn’t hide his own damn smile.
Jisung crossed to the door and let the weight of his hand gently slip the doorhandle downward, carefully unlatching the lock as quietly as possible before he whispered through the crack:
“What are you doing here?”
“I brought you lunch.” Minho said, loudly enough that a few more curious eyes looked up from their screens at hearing the familiar voice.
Jisung raised an eyebrow. “And the damn calvary, apparently.” he whispered.
Minho glanced over his shoulder at the very large man standing behind him, along with the two other attendants—a woman and a smaller man—who were waiting awkwardly a few feet away, looking noticeably uncomfortable to be standing in a high school hallway.
“It’s just Bruce. And Diane. And Diane’s assistant Dev.”
Diane, Minho’s newest agent, gave Jisung a halfhearted wave, her expression clearly screaming her annoyance at the situation. Jisung licked his lips to keep from grinning.
“You dragged these poor people here, didn’t you?”
“It wasn’t that far out of the way—” Minho whined. “I told them they could wait in the car. They insisted on coming in, right Bruce?”
Minho turned pointedly to his bodyguard, who just shrugged. Jisung gave the large man a smile.
“Hi Bruce.”
“Mr. Lee,” he said with a polite nod.
Jisung snorted quietly. “I’ve told you that you can call me Jisung.”
“Yes, Mr. Lee.”
Jisung shook his head. Four years. Four years he’d known Bruce now since Minho’s previous agent hired him, and still the man insisted on formalities. But it was okay. It was almost an inside joke they had now. The man was huge, intimidating, and did his job well—but really he was just a big teddy bear. Jisung was glad when he’d agreed to stick with Minho even after he moved to a larger agency two years ago.
Minho pursed his lips, apparently annoyed at someone else receiving Jisung’s attention instead of him. “Ahem,” he said pointedly, holding up a brown paper sack. “Do you want the damn sandwich or don’t you?”
Jisung gave his husband a warning glance. “Don’t be pushy. Give me a second.”
He turned to his classroom once again, the incredibly stuffed room now buzzing with energy and anticipation. All thirty pairs of eyes were locked intently on him and he sighed.
“Not a word from any of you,” he warned, dragging a pointed finger through the air. “If any of this ends up on YouTube or Instagram or TikTok, so help me I will take it out on your grades. Am I clear?”
‘Yes Mr. Lee.’ Chanted many of the students, but their excitement was palpable. They all knew who their music technology teacher was married to, of course. It was a well-known secret at the school. How could it not be? Two former alumni making it big in their respective areas of the arts, and one of them had even agreed to stay on staff as a part-time instructor? Of course it was a big deal. Every semester, Jisung had dozens of students signing up for his music production class, so much so that he’d had to put a cap on it because he simply could not manage the capacity of kids that wanted to study under such a well known name in the music industry. Not to mention that quiet, humble music producer Mr. Lee was married to the other famous Mr. Lee? World-renowned actor Mr. Lee? Award-winning action star Mr. Lee? The Lee Minho?
Jisung sighed as he opened the door wider, and Minho stepped in, gently waving off Bruce who tried to follow him in the room. All the students quietly shared looks with one another. Even though they knew who he was, it was still a surprise to see someone so famous standing right there in front of him. Minho just gave the room a wide glance, smiling and nodding to the class of star-struck teenagers. Jisung appreciated that he was always super kind to Jisung’s students. Every year he would hand-write ‘congratulations’ notes to some of Jisung’s seniors if they requested one, co-signing it with his own autograph next to Jisung’s. He was also very gracious about returning to the school whenever they asked him to for promotional events, speeches, or whatever else they needed—and in turn, they were very understanding about the actor showing up to visit his husband whenever he wanted. It was more rare these days than it used to be, only because his schedule was impossibly busy, but Jisung was grateful to see him whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Jisung allowed Minho to slip quietly into his office and close the door, so that he was now out of sight of the many eager eyes following him. Not a moment later, the gentle tone of the class-change bell chimed through the school’s intercom system. Many of the students groaned disappointedly.
“Alright, alright,” Jisung chided, even though he could feel his smile itching at his cheeks. “Save your files in the share-drive. Remember, 64-bars of primary instrumentals are due by Friday. If you want to start adding in your bass line or descants, that’s fine, but I’ll only be analyzing the main stuff. Obviously, I’m not here in person the rest of the week, but if you need to reach me, you can do so by email.”
A few students thanked him as they left, some of them openly staring at Bruce as they passed, others pouting that they had not had more than two seconds to see Lee Minho in the flesh before they were hastily dismissed. When Jisung turned the knob of his office door, Minho was sitting on his desk, humming a familiar tune that Jisung recognized.
“Is that one of mine?” Jisung asked, trying to identify the melody. Minho smiled lovingly as he snagged Jisung’s belt loop, pulling him into the space between his knees so he could kiss him softly.
“Mmm,” Minho hummed into the kiss. “Yeah. It was playing on the radio when we were driving here. That new pop artist girl sounds good on it, but it’s not as nice as hearing you sing it.”
He wrapped his arms around Jisung’s waist while Jisung ran his hands through his hair. It was weird these days, Jisung thought, hearing his own music from the voices of other artists. It was kind of like living in constant déjà vu, knowing those lyrics and melodies had come from his brain and his daydreams, from his fingers on the strings of his guitar, from the solitude of the living room in the wide, open house he and Minho now shared. He lived for so long with those songs stored in his heart and mind, and now he heard them all the time from different bands and singers. He’d never thought he’d make it to where he was now, working as a full-time producer and songwriter. Turns out Minho had been right about that business card all those years ago. Who would have known that well-dressed man at open mic night happened to be the leading talent scout of a huge record company? Who would have known the first test track Jisung recorded for them would have landed in the lap of the newest upcoming pop-singer at the time? Who would have known that song would have blown up on the charts, sending Jisung reeling into a whole new lifestyle in just a few years? Now he was largely in charge of his own workload and timeline. He elected to stay on staff at the school not because he needed to anymore—he was making a handsome income on his own, even without Minho’s millions—but he stayed because he wanted to. There was still a part of him that truly loved teaching, and he loved now that he could really make a difference in these kids lives, encouraging them to pursue their dreams just as he had done. Just as Minho had done. They were living, breathing examples of what success could be if you only had the drive and courage to pursue it. Jisung had lost that courage at one point in his life, but Minho had helped him find it again.
And now they were living the dream. Truly.
Jisung tilted Minho’s chin to look up at him. He gave him an incredulous look. “So, how far out of the way did you force your poor agent to go just to bring me a sandwich?”
“It’s your favorite sandwich.” Minho pouted.
“How far, Linoring?”
Minho tsk’d and avoided eye contact like a bratty child. “Fine. We were on the opposite side of town. I’m probably going to be late for a hair appointment.”
“Minho!”
“But seeing you is way more fun than a hair appointment.” he whined.
Jisung pressed his forehead against Minho’s. “You’re such a dork.” He giggled. “I’m literally going to see you at home in a few hours. Are you really that impatient?”
Minho closed the gap between them, kissing his husband a little harder this time. It sent goosebumps up Jisung’s arms and spine, especially when Minho caught his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it.
“You have no idea,” Minho whispered hotly, and one of his hands grabbed a firm, full handhold of Jisung’s ass cheek, making the younger squeak.
“We—are in—a school!” Jisung scolded, lightly smacking Minho’s chest while the other just laughed. “You—are going—to get me—fired!”
“They wouldn’t fire you.” Minho laughed, rolling his eyes. “They would have already if they wanted to, what with how often you’re not even here.”
Jisung pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, even as Minho hugged him tighter to him. It was kind of true, to be honest. Jisung typically traveled wherever Minho went for filming, especially if it was a long trip. Minho had built it into his contract agreements shortly after they got married that his husband would always be allowed to accompany him on filming locations and sets when possible. Sometimes that just meant Jisung spent a lot of time in Minho’s private camper or hotel while he was working, or perhaps roaming and exploring whatever cool location or city they were stationed in, but at the very least they still got to spend their nights together. Luckily, he could still teach his production class remotely as needed, since the students were all building digital music and sending him files anyways.
“So you purposely inconvenienced your management team and made yourself late for an appointment just so you could sneak in here and fondle my ass?” Jisung asked.
Minho frowned. “Well, when you say it like that it sounds bad.”
Jisung laughed, unable to stay mad at the cute expression Minho was making. He pulled him in for a kiss, despite his complaints, because damn it— he just couldn’t help it. Minho never failed to get under his skin and light up his nerves in the best way. And even though he teased him, he knew it was incredibly sweet for Minho to go out of his way to come visit him at work. Even after five years of marriage.
Minho kissed him gently, the previous heat and eagerness replaced by something more tender. He sighed and kept his eyes closed even when Jisung pulled back.
“You should probably go to your appointment,” Jisung mumbled, kissing his husband on the forehead.
“I know,” Minho groaned, but his arms did not loosen around Jisung’s waist.
“Diane looked pissed.”
“She always looks pissed.”
“No she doesn’t,” Jisung laughed. “She only looks like that when you insist on breaking the rules.” Then he thought for a moment. “Which I guess is pretty often.”
“You wound me.” Minho said sarcastically, and he nipped at Jisung’s lip again.
“Go on,” Jisung laughed, forcibly pulling himself from the older’s grasp. “Get out of here.”
Minho stood, towering just slightly over his husband with a glint in his eye. His hands found their way to Jisung’s hips again, dragging their pelvises together tightly.
“Take a raincheck for later?” he whispered darkly.
Jisung shivered. “As soon as you get home.” he promised.
Minho smirked and leaned in for a final, heated kiss that Jisung couldn’t help but fall into. It was over quickly, but it still left him feeling flushed all over.
“See you soon, then.” Minho said with a breath, finally pulling away to step out of the office door. He glanced back just before turning the knob. “I love you.”
Jisung smiled back.
“I love you too.”
The End.