teacher - seungmin x reader

- twenty three -

he was pretty sure the universe had favorites. what else could the explanation be? the universe loved you so much, it decided to hold all the stars in your eyes. they were twinkling under the linoleum lights, your cheeks a pretty shade of pink as you swayed nervously from side to side, your hands clasped in front of you.

 what the hell was he doing? drooling all over his hand as you presented in front of the class, asking everyone to participate in the winter ball. god you looked so pretty, your skirt stopping just above your knees and your hair falling over your shoulder. you intentionally avoided eye contact with him. you could feel his gaze burning against your skin, sitting right there in the front row. he was making it harder for you to speak in front of the class. 

"it would be really great if all of you bought tickets and came, the committee really prepared for this event!" sana beamed from beside you, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the half-amused class. "y/n?" she gently said, looking at you to add more. 

"uhm. yes. winter ball. its fun so, buy tickets. please," you mumbled,  making giggles erupt throughout the class. you smiled lamely, wishing you would melt into the floor tiles. 

sana giggled from beside you, slipping her hand into yours. "yep. the winter ball is fun. so buy tickets!"

"uh is alcohol allowed?" yoongi asked from the very back of the class, everyone bursting into fits of laughter and turning to look at him incredulously.

the teacher cleared his throat from behind you, raising an eyebrow at the student who would rather be sleeping.

"no, sorry yoongi." sana pouted, then giving him a discreet wink. "but, i promise itll be really fun! even if we're all alcohol free! besides, we have a surprise band performing." sana hinted, clapping excitedly.

"i bet you 10 bucks its actually just the school band. you performing, kim?" another student asked, leaning forward in his seat to tap the distracted student by the shoulder.

"pretty." seungmin mumbled thickly, all eyes on him.

your cheeks heated up when a low whistle went through the class, eyes following seungmin's gaze to you. "no, its not the school band." you clenched your hand into a fist, everyone turning to you.

"who is it then?"

"do you not know what 'surprise' means?" you think out loud, regretting it once everyone let out a low "ooooh".

"right!" sana clapped her hands, drawing all the attention back to her. "we'll be selling tickets later in the lobby during lunch. so buy." 

you nodded politely as the teacher gently nudged you and sana, signaling you to return to your seats. you were unfortunate in a sense that you were smack in the middle of the front row, but even worse was that seungmin was on your right, and he wasn't hiding the fact that he was staring at you. 

"do you mind?" you heatedly ask, whispering at him as the teacher returned to the board, trying to explain a theory to half-asleep and distracted students who weren't paying attention. 

"sorry," he mumbled, looking away and focusing on the writings on the board. 

he tapped his foot against the leg of the chair, repeatedly bouncing his leg to a beat only he could hear. it was distracting you, not that you were paying attention. but you were annoyed with him, and every thing he did, whether big or small, annoyed the holy hell out of you. 

and he could tell, the way you'd let out a heavy breath when he made a particularly loud sound. your eyes would close, your hands clutching at the side of your desk to ground yourself. you were about to open your mouth and ask him to stop bouncing his leg under the desk, when a small ping went off from your phone.