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Twelve

IT'S WEEK FUCKING TWELVE

Jimin's on top of the world right now, this is the last week he has to sub until bitch face comes back to teach acting. He's doing small squeals thinking about it. Finally no more whiny dramatic students. Now he can worry about the future, teaching dance. Turns out he'll actually get his own little classroom up until next year when he gets to be the dance teacher. The dean adores Jimin so he's sure he'll get the job fulltime, not to mention the students love him too. No - not just the females love him. The men love him too. Wait shit that sounded better in his head.

He looks around the small classroom, smiling like an idiot. It's a classroom in the back of the main lecture hall, one that's never used. This is the best. Honestly it might be cramped and a little old but it's temporary not to mention he's surprised he's getting his own space. As a sub he shouldn't, he should have a stupid cart he pushes around from room to room. They're treating him like he's a fulltime employee even though he isn't. The thought makes Jimin smile more.

There's a knock on the door, Jimin humming before shouting out 'come in'. Seconds later Y/n steps inside with a smile as bright as Jimin's on her face. "Finally moving on from the sub game I hear?" she inquires as she closes the door behind her. "Apparently. This is your last week with me as your sub. How do you feel?" "Great! From now on maybe you can be my dom instead."

Jimin chokes on his saliva, breaking out into a coughing fit. Meanwhile Y/n just laughs at his expense. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. The look you always give me... hilarious..." He shoots her a dirty look, "so this is funny to you? Knowing that I want to throw you on my bed and do nasty things to you, but you make fun of that anyway?" It's her turn to go still. "Uh huh, that's what I thought Miss L/n..." She gulps while he smirks, leaning back in his chair.

"So did you come in here just to taunt me or are you actually here for a reason?" "I came to check out the new classroom, but now I don't know what to say." "Oh really?" he questions with raised brows. He knows for a fact that he looks hot right now. He dyed his hair fully black, those orangish brown streaks gone, deep brown eyes, white button down shirt with three buttons left open so she can partially see his chest. The teasing between them is starting to get a little... obnoxious. They need to cool it (no they don't).

"Yeah. You're over there off limits and you know that so you purposefully made yourself look sexier than usual." "Oh you think I'm sexy now, do you?" he can't help but ask. Jimin's a little shit. He knows that, so he takes it to his advantage. "So what if I do? Is that a problem?" she inquires. "Hm... come closer doll." She lets out a 'pfft' noise, "I'm not going anywhere if you call me that again." He gives her a playful look, "come here Y/n."

She reluctantly does, him standing as soon as she approaches. His hands go to her shoulders. "I want you to know something," he whispers. She raises a single brow. "As soon as I find a way to have you without any risks to your student life and my career... I'm taking you. In whatever way you want me to take you." "In our favorite way?" she whispers. "We have a favorite way do we?" he questions with a small edge in his voice. He knows what she's saying, he just wants to hear her admit it. "You know what I mean," she tries, but he shakes her off. "No actually, no I don't. Lecture your professor princess." "That's your job," she teases. He wants to speak but he holds it back to instead eye her up and down.

"Tell me," he simply says. The simplicity of his tone makes her give in. "Our favorite way... the physical way." "Say it." "Sex," she whispers, trembling ever so slightly. He smirks, placing his hands on her hips cautiously. "And how do you know it's our favorite way sweetheart?" "I see the way you look at me... the way you said you want to throw me on your bed and do nasty things to me," she explains. He chuckles, "right, that. There's so many things I want to do to you... so many positions I want to try..." "You're making this really hard," she whines. Jimin frowns, "I know... but we'll manage. We'll find a way. Somehow. Maybe I'll even get into a different university or something." "Don't change schools for me. Don't."

Jimin sadly smiles and brushes some hair out of her face. "It might be the only way I can have you." "What about when you're not my sub anymore? There has to be something we can do. We can hide it since you won't even be my direct teacher. There has to be a way." "You think that could work princess?" She hums, "I think so. Don't interact on school property, it can't be that hard." "School property meaning campus too?" She nods, "I mean campus too." "Fuck that'll be hard seeing guys look at you but I can't do anything about it..."

She places a hand on his cheek and looks into his eyes. It's safe to say his heart is beating faster at that. "But we can make it work, can't we?" Oh shit... class. Before answering he slips away from her. "As I was saying, there's a lot that goes into fake crying, it's not as simple as you'd think." She's confused, but the doors opening tells her all she needs to know. Jimin continues speaking like he was lecturing her the whole time. "Don't try and narrow it down to one thing. Sometimes a memory can trigger tears, or maybe your actions. A lot of times tensing up your body can lead to shaking when the tears actually fall. That makes it more realistic. Or even just voice cracks. Whenever I have to force tears cracking my voice brings them out naturally for me. I'll teach you more methods when we're onstage Friday, okay?"

Although he can tell she desperately wants to continue this conversation, she doesn't, instead she nods. "Thank you sir." He hums, looking deep into her eyes, "no problem Miss L/n. Come see me if you have any more concerns." Jimin turns to the class slowly filing in. "Good morning class, thank you for putting up with the one week room change. If you have any questions after I'm done being your sub, this is where you can find me. Please read over what we looked at yesterday while I wrap up here."

He turns to her and lowers his voice. "Later," he whispers. "Later," she agrees. Before she can leave, he gulps and motions with his hand for her to linger. "Y/n... I like you. I like you a lot." She probably barely heard his words over the rambunctious college kids behind them, but when they process in her brain she smiles. "I like you too," she mumbles. He breaks out smiling as well, "come back to me next week. Until then, let's limit how much we see each other." With a nod she agrees, backing away from his desk. "See you in class Mr. Park." "See you in class Miss L/n," he calls back as she turns on her heel to leave. Wow... that just happened. Jimin feels giddiness swell throughout his body. She still likes him... even after everything they've had to battle. It makes his heart beat in a way he can't describe. Fuck, what a crazy life...