BTS Imagines 3

Jimin ♡ Teacher [request]

Requested by @Silketje96

I'm making the reader a senior in high school (18) and Jimin will be 23. I don't like big age gaps when it comes to the teacher x student imagines, so I'm keeping it a reasonable 5 years lol 😌
Also, I decided to add in some cameos from some Kpop 00' liners as classmates.

"Miss L/n?"
My head snaps up from my notebook at the stern sound of my name being called.
"Yes?"
"Pay attention." Mr. Park instructs sharply.
"I was. I was taking notes."
His eyes narrowed at me momentarily before he let out a huff through his nostrils. "Very well."
He turned back towards the board, my eyes rolling at his response. Mr. Park is always on my back about something, little things. Things that shouldn't even matter.

"Y/n your foot tapping is distracting."
"Your notes are messy."
"Are you paying attention?"
"I thought I said no talking."
"Are you cheating?"
"Your grades need to be better."
"Did you just yawn?"

It's never-ending and I'm starting to get fed up.

"Alright class, that's it for today. I hope you all have a good afternoon." Mr. Park dismissed the class. "Oh, and Y/n? Can you stay behind for a few minutes?
"Why?" I asked as everyone around me gathered their things and began leaving.
"I need to talk to you."
I let out a long, drawn out sigh knowing what he wanted to talk about. Whipping out my notes, I strode up to his desk, slamming the paper down.
"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked, raising a brow.
Mr. Park's mouth hung open like he was about to say something, but he snapped it shut.
"I told you I was taking notes." I muttered, frustrated as I slid the paper into my notebook.
"If we weren't so close in age I would scold you for talking to me that way."
I look at him with a flat expression.
"Look, I have another class to get to, so if you don't mind." I sling my bag over my shoulder and turn to leave.
"Have a wonderful day, Miss L/n." Mr. Park remarked sarcastically as I walked out of the room.
As soon as I was out of earshot I let out a frustrated groan.
I can't stand that guy.
He's always on my case.

***

I tapped my pencil against my notebook in no particular rhythm as I waited for class to start. Dongmyeong, a classmate of mine, dropped into his seat to the right of me. I didn't pay any mind to his presence and just continued tapping away.

"Hey, did you do the homework last night?" He asked.
"Why? Did you not do it?" I set my pencil down as I turn to him.
"I did, but I need help on number thirteen. What did you get for it?"
"Oh. Yeah, that one was tricky. This is what I got." I held my paper up for him to see.
"Ah!" He nodded, writing the answer down. "I don't know why I didn't get that."
"Y/n." I look up to the front of the class and see that Mr. Park has now entered to room, his arms crossed as he leans on his desk. "Sharing answers?"
"No, sir. He needed help on the last question and I was explaining it to him." I explicated confidently.
"Alright then. If you say so." He pushed himself off the desk and took a seat.
"What's the deal with Mr. Park? Why is he on your back so much?" Dongmyeong asked when he saw Mr. Park was occupied by paperwork.
"I don't know, but it's annoying. He gets onto me for every little thing— insignificant things." I huff.

Just then, Dongju, Dongmyeong's twin brother comes jogging into the room. He slinks to the back of the room, sliding into a seat in front of his brother.
"You're late." Dongmyeong commented.
"Am not. The bell didn't ring get." Dongju argued.
Just as the sentence left his mouth, the sound of the bell rang out in the hall.
Dongju raised his brows at his brother, giving him a "See? Told you." look.
Dongmyeong let out a scoff, turning to me.
"So, back on topic, why is Mr. Park on your back all the time?"
"I don't even know. There are other students in this classroom that need to be watched, I'm the least of his worries."
"Yeah." Dongju nodded, suddenly in our conversation. "Jisung and Felix are always passing notes and giggling, but Mr. Park never says anything."
"That's what irritates me the most." I huffed. "He doesn't bat an eye at Jisung or Felix but I breathe wrong and he's all over me for it."
"Maybe he's picking on you because he likes you." Dongmyeong spoke up, wiggling his brows suggestively.
"I doubt that." I snort.
"What? It's not impossible."
"Yeah, but it's completely insane." I shake my head.
"If you say so."
"It may be insane, but it's not unlikely." Dongju whispered.
My attention was directed elsewhere when a paper wad flew over my head. I glance to my left where the ball of paper had been thrown from. Hyunjin, the obvious culprit, sat in his desk with a grin on his face as he wadded up another sheet of paper. I followed his aim and saw a very irritated Seungmin on the opposite side of the classroom. He's one of the best students in the class, along with Jongho. The two of them are the most well behaved, and Mr. Park's obvious favorites.
Hyunjin launched his second paper wad only for it to be swatted away by Jongho. He narrowed his eyes at the long haired blonde, wagging his finger as a warning. I couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange.
"Miss Y/n." Mr. Park's voice called out.
I look up expectantly.
"Something funny?"
"Maybe." I shrug. "Why am I getting in trouble? You haven't started class yet, so it's not like I'm interrupting anything." I stated.
His brows raised in response.
"Am I not allowed to laugh?" I questioned.
"Do you want detention?" He asked, ignoring me.
"Why would I get detention?"
"For back talking your teacher."
In that moment, I was very close to snapping and asking why he picks on me so much, but I held my tongue.
He gave me a stern look before typing on his computer.

"Dang, Y/n." Dongju chuckled. "That was intense."
"Yeah. You'd better be careful." Dongmyeong added, worriedly.
"Hey, I think Mr. Park hates you." Hyunjin whispered.
"Yeah, no kidding." I scoffed.
Mr. Park stood up from his chair and started class. Not really wanting to get detention, I tried to be on my best behavior, but as usual, he found something to complain about.

"Y/n." He spoke up in the middle of his lesson.
"What?" I groan, dropping my pencil.
"I'm giving you detention."
"Why? I didn't do anything."
"I'll make it two days detention if you talk back." He held his finger up.
I glared at him, but kept my mouth shut.

•••

I stepped into Mr. Park's classroom after leaving my last class of the day, a scowl on my face as I strode in.
"What did I do this time? Taking notes for too long? Breathing too loud? Tapping my foot too much? Blinking too much? Blinking too little? Yawning? What is it? I'd love to know." I cross my arms.
"Just because." He shrugged. "So make yourself comfortable."
I flopped down in a chair near the front of the classroom, propping my legs up on the desk. I'm the only person in here, and it makes sense. Why would anyone else have gotten detention? Mr. Park only picks on me.
"I think you might burn a hole through my head if you keep staring." Mr. Park commented.
"Good."
"Ouch." He hissed, placing his hand over his chest in mock hurt.
I let out a scoff, rolling my eyes.
"You're something else, Y/n. You know that?"
"No." I answered flatly.
He tapped on his desk, the silver rings on his fingers glinting under the fluorescent lights.
"Why do you hate me so much? You have so many other students disrupting class, yet you call on me because I looked like I wasn't paying attention."
"I wouldn't use the word hate."
"Then what word would you use?" I raised a brow.
"Admire."
"Admire?" I parroted.
"Yeah. Don't you know what it means?"
"I do but I don't understand."
Mr. Park let out a chuckle. I furrowed my brows at his reaction.
"You expect me to know what you're taking about or something?" I asked bluntly.
"Well, I'd hoped you had a little inkling at the least."
"I don't."
He took in a deep breath, loosening his tie a bit before standing from his desk and striding towards me. I took my legs off the table, pushing myself against the back of my seat as Mr. Park placed his hands onto the desk, leaning close to me.
"Why do you think I call on you so much?"
"Because you hate me." I stated.
"Think about it, Y/n. I know you're smart."
"I-I really don't know."
Mr. Park quirked a brow.
Suddenly, Dongmyeong's words replayed in my head.
"Maybe he's picking on you because he likes you."
My eyes widened as I pushed myself further away from him.
"Do you... like me?"
"So you finally get it." He smirked.
"Mr. Park-"
"There's only five years between us. Call me Jimin."
"Jimin, you do realize you're my teacher, right?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Would it not be weird?"
"No. It's not like I'm 30." He shrugged.
"That's true. You're very young for a teacher."
Jimin raised a brow expectantly.
"You said you liked me?" I questioned.
He nodded.
"You sure have a weird way of showing it." I scoffed. "Calling me out in class for little things all the time? That's not how you tell someone you like them. Plus, wouldn't you think that if you liked a student you'd try to keep it a secret?"
"So, do you feel the same or not?" He asked, ignoring me.
"Well, I never really considered it." I looked away, a warmth rushing to my cheeks.

It's true, I hadn't considered it. Do I find him attractive? Yes. But, this whole time I thought he just thought he disliked me and punished me for, well, existing. Not once did it cross my mind that he did it to show me he liked me.

"What do you say, Y/n?" Jimin asked quietly. "Wanna give this a shot?"
It would be embarrassing if people knew I was dating my teacher, but there's only a few months left until graduation.
"Yes." I speak up after a few moments of thinking. "Under one condition."
"Of course."
"We keep this under wraps until I graduate."
"I completely understand." He nodded. "I wasn't planning on letting the word get out anyway."
"Also, I don't want you to pick on me anymore."
"But it's fun." He teased.
I have him a flat look.
"Alright, deal. I was only picking on you because I liked you anyway. Now that I have what I want, there's no need for it anymore." He grinned cockily.
I rolled my eyes, a grin making its way onto my face.
"Well, since all that is out of the way, how about we go on a date tomorrow after school?"
"Alright." I nod. "Sounds like a plan."
Jimin smiled brightly after I agreed to go on a date with him.
"So, am I free to go?"
"Not until you give me your number." He winked.
"Wow. Real smooth."

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QOTD: Do you have a limit on the age someone has to be for you to date them?
AOTD: I wouldn't date someone more than 2 years younger than me or someone more than 3 years older. 4 years might be okay but no more than that.

I would prefer to date someone my age or older. I've always heard women mature faster than men.