Jongin strode with barely concealed agitation from the bottom floor lift and hit his half-brothers name on his mobile as soon as he was out in the parking lot. He listened with growing ire as the ring tone sounded, unanswered. Of course Joonmyeon would spring this on him. Of course he would. Jongin loathed the fact he was even surprised. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Joonmyeon finally picked up.

"This better be an emergency." His half brother's voice reached him through the phone and Jongin had to resist the urge to fling his phone away in a temporary fit of madness. It was all too easy to envision Joonmyeon, sitting at his stupid, fancy desk in his grand high rise office, wearing one of his ridiculously over-priced pressed suits, body language languid and at ease. Oh how it made Jongin's blood boil. 

"Why didn't you tell me?!" His tone came out half choked. "That Mr. Do — Kyungsoo! — is attending the lessons I'm teaching!?" 

For a moment he was met by nothing but silence. Finally, Joonmyeon spoke. "Oh. I forgot."

"You forgot." Jongin's tone was withering.

"Why is it an issue?" Joonmyeon's tone sounded genuinely curious from the other end of the line. "I thought you were fond of him."

Once more Jongin was almost overwhelmed by the urge to fling his phone away from him. "Well yes, fond!" His words came out half spluttered. Fond might have been putting it lightly, but it wasn't as though he had ever actually divulged to anyone exactly the extent of the feelings he had held for his high school english teacher. 

Let alone his half brother. Jongin had to repress a shudder from running through his body at the mere thought of partaking in such a conversation with Joonmyeon. Their relationship was greatly improved from the past — they even had dinner with each other on a semi-regular basis — but discussions on feelings like that were a strict no-no, as far as Jongin was concerned.

"Well, I don't see what the issue is." Joonmyeon's tone was nonchalant, breaking Jongin from his chain of thought. For a second Jongin couldn't help but wonder whether his brother was Satan, setting him up for something disastrous. Jongin was sure he had read somewhere that number one on the list of top ten professions attracting people with psychopathic traits happened to be CEO's, and the image in his mind of Joonmyeon warped for a moment: the devil, charming in a three-piece suit — a somehow fitting image. He shook the thought away quickly — there was no way Do Kyungsoo could possibly be involved in any sort of nefarious plot (he was too good, his disposition practically angelic!) which meant that by extension, Joonmyeon surely wasn't all that bad —

Jongin forced himself to stop his chain of thought. He heaved in a deep breath instead, opening his mouth to begin a tirade against his brother. However, before he got a chance, Joonmyeon was speaking. 

"Look, I'm a tad occupied at the moment so I'm going to have to end this enthralling conversation here. I'm sure Kyungsoo will be happy to catch up with an ex-student, so make sure you make him feel welcome."

Jongin's brain fuzzed at the edges at his brothers words and by the time he returned to his senses, Joonmyeon had already hung up. He in a sharp breath, thoughts buzzing as he mulled over things. It was just a lot, he told himself. A lot to have happen unexpectedly in a short amount of time.

He repressed the strange, conflicting urges at war within him, opting to stand in muted silence for several moments instead as prior events came flooding back into his brain. Do Kyungsoo, his ex-english teacher and the previous recipient of some complicated feelings, had asked him out to dinner. And he had been so overwhelmed by happiness that he hadn't even thought twice about his response — he had accepted without hesitation or thought and now he was doomed to endure what was sure to be an entirely platonic work relationship with the man.

Not that being in a platonic work friendship was a bad thing. It wasn't like Jongin wanted more. He had overcome the feelings he had held for his teacher years ago. Platonic was good. Platonic was safe. Platonic was exactly what he wanted.

Jongin stumbled to his car, getting in with far less grace than usual. He fumbled with his phone, fingers flying as he typed.

To: OSH
I'm going out for dinner with Do Kyungsoo, Sehun. I don't know what the hell to do.

From: OSH
wtf r u talking about ? dinner with do kyungsoo ? as in english teacher mr. do from malhana ?

From: OSH
omg thats so cool, say hi to him for me !

From: OSH
but why do i feel as though ur freaking out a bit ?

From: OSH
jongin ?

From: OSH
jongin ???????
 

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A/N
Hey all! A little jongin POV side fic for you all after finally finishing Enamoured.
I hope you all enjoy!