teacher - seungmin x reader

-prologue-

"please," he whimpered, pouting pathetically underneath you. you were giddy with the power you held over this boy, looking at his sorry form as he knelt on the floor at your feet.

"hmm, no." you teased, placing your finger on your chin as if deep in thought, and dismissing him quickly.

kim seungmin whined, one hand gripping the edge of the table, the other tugging slightly at your sleeve. other students were throwing you questioning looks as they passed, but either he didn't care, or he didn't notice.

"but mr. park threatened to remove me from the band if i don't bring my grade up in contemporary art." he cried, his voice whiny and high pitched.

"why dont you ask felix? isn't he good at art?" you asked, rolling your eyes and taking a bite from your lunch. of all the times he had to bother you, it was when you were eating.

"but you're the only one who actually likes art enough to do extra work." he had a point. sure you weren't the best at trigonometry or geometry or the other metrys (metries?), but you were definitely miss son's star student in contemporary art.

"what do i get out of this, minnie?" you asked, trying to get him to stand up or at least sit in front of you, but he shrugged you off and refused to get up from the floor.

"i'll do your science and math homework for a year," he offered, checking to see your reaction but you shook your head.

"hobi already does my math and sana does my science." you shrugged, taking another bite from your pizza and groaning lightly from the heavenly taste.

"i'll drive you to school everyday." he pouted, giving you his puppy eyes. you knew he did this to get out of trouble and to occasionally flirt with girls, having half the school swoon over him. but not you. it made you fucking cringe.

"ugh fine. yuck ew get away." you whined as you tried to push him away, but he grabbed your hands in his and stood up.

"yes! thank you, thank you, y/n!" he beamed, sticking his hand out for you to shake it.

"and you're buying me breakfast. every. single. morning." you quickly shook his hand before he could refuse and he pouted.

"now get away from me before sana gets here. i don't want to be seen with you." you joke, to which he sticks his tongue out at you and skips over to his usual lunch table.

as soon as he settles in, sana appears from behind a line of students and rushes over to you.

"ugh look what bangchan did to me," she whined, removing her white cardigan to show a yellow stain on her pink dress as she slides her tray onto the table and sits across from you.

"what happened?" you asked, trying hard not to laugh.

"that idiot wasn't looking where he was going and spilled his ramen all over me," she pouted, frantically reaching for tissues and trying to salvage her strawberry patterned dress.

"here," you reached for the tide pen in your bag and handed it over to her. as she started to rub at the stain, you catch a glimpse of seungmin from the corner of your eye, talking animatedly to his group of friends.

'he's kinda cute when he isn't annoying," you thought to yourself as his table suddenly erupted into fits of laughter.

"oh and you dont have to pick me up tomorrow, sana." you said casually, knowing that sana would probably get the wrong idea and think you were mad at her.

"what?? did i do something??" she asked, looking hurt and surprised.

"no, no. i just have a ride now and i can't turn it down." you sighed, watching seungmin run a hand through his fluffy hair and you're suddenly filled with the desire to pat his head.

"are we still going matching tomorrow? cuz i spent hours trying to pick the perfect outfit and i am not changing my mind." sana says as she hungrily eyes her kimchi fried rice.

"of course we are."

as sana continues to ramble on and talk about how annoying bangchan is, you can't help but zone out and stare at the stupid boy a few tables away. especially the way you catch yourself smiling when you see his gummy smile.