Jimin looked up to see his dance professor, Hoseok. He blushed from the man's gaze.
"Jimin... I don't think you understand exactly what you're asking for," Hoseok said quietly. His eyes somewhat saddend by his own words.
Jimin blinked in confusion. Didn't they want him? His eyes started to water as he suddenly felt stupid. Here he was, on his knees, in front of his professors, asking for who knows what.
He pulled away from Hoseok's hand on his head and got up. "I-I have to go now."
He rushed out of the room and no one tried to stop him. He ran back to the room he was in and searched the closet for something he could actually go out in.
Right after he had found his shoes, there was a soft knock on his door. He sniffled, and sat on his bed wiping away stray tears, as he tied his shoes.
"Wh-who is it?"
"It's Jungkook. Can I come in?"Jimin shook his head before remembering Jungkook couldn't see him. He put on his most stoic expression before going to open the door.
"I am...going home. I d-don't want to talk."
"I get it," Jungkook said softly. "I'll help you get to the front door. The place is huge." Without waiting for a response; Jungkook turned around and started walking down the hall.
Jimin followed and went downstairs to see Taehyung lying on the couch. "Hyung I'm hungry!" He called out.
Jin, who was in the kitchen, sighed. "You're lucky I'm not in the mood right now or else I'd send you to timeout, Taehyung."
Tae let out a half-hearted chuckle. Jungkook stopped by Tae to hug him before taking Jimin to the front door.
Jimin mumbled a thanks before walking out, not turning back. He was halfway through the lawn when he heard Tae's voice yelling from inside.
"STOP STANDING THERE STARING AT HIM AND COME CUDDLE ME!!"
Jimin smiled as he continued his walk. A stray tear rolling down his cheek.
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The Professors (Jimin x BTS)
FanfictionMature, kinks, bdsm Please don't report, you've been warned