JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

School Diva

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When the school diva complained about why she is not the top of the class after announcing it that it's you.

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As I stepped into the classroom, I instantly felt every pair of eyes turn toward me. "Good morning, Y/N!" one of the boys called out, followed by a chorus of greetings from the girls.

"Good morning, everyone," I replied with a smile, making my way to my seat. Before I could even sit down, they swarmed me like bees to honey. Honestly, it felt like I was a celebrity for a second.

"Y/N, we heard you're top of the class!" one of my classmates exclaimed, making my eyes widen. "Uh... maybe not," I laughed nervously. "We all know Yuri usually takes that spot."

Lee Yuri, the self-proclaimed school diva. She always seemed to top the class and walked the halls like she owned the place. A lot of students couldn't stand how dramatic she was, but I never liked talking behind anyone's back.

"She only cares about her looks," someone muttered. "Guys," I interrupted gently, "We shouldn't talk like that. She's a person too." As if on cue, someone whispered, "Yuri's here."

Everyone scrambled back to their seats. "Arrange the chairs, classmates," she commanded like royalty entering her throne room.

But no one moved.

"Didn't you hear her?" one of her followers barked. "She's not even class president," someone muttered under their breath. "Even so, I might as well be. The school diva will always reign," she huffed, rolling her eyes.

That's when the door creaked open. "Mr. Park is here," someone said as our teacher stepped in, calm and composed, observing us from the doorway.

No one knew he was my boyfriend.

It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. We fell for each other. It's been a year now, our secret relationship hidden behind polite greetings and careful glances.

"Good morning, class," he said, placing his things on the desk. That voice, that confidence... it always makes my heart flutter.

"Good morning, Mr. Park," we all responded. "I've finished checking your exam results," he began. "Only one student got a perfect score. This student is also in line to receive a scholarship from the school." The class buzzed with excitement.

"Mr. Park, we all know it's Lee Yuri," one of her minions spoke up, clearly smug. But the rest of the class didn't seem so convinced.

"Congratulations, Ms. Min Y/N," Mr. Park announced with a smile.

I froze.

Wait... me?

As I stood up, I could feel Yuri's glare stabbing into me like daggers. Mr. Park walked over to my desk and handed me my paper, with a wink.

My heart skipped a beat.

"No way!" Yuri snapped. "There must be a mistake! I'm supposed to get the scholarship!"

"You were close," Mr. Park replied calmly. "Only five mistakes. But a perfect score requires zero."

He gently placed her paper on her desk, and she looked at me with eyes full of rage before storming out of the room.

"Well then," Mr. Park said, "Since we're ahead in the lesson, there's no class today for this subject. Take the time to study. Class dismissed." Before I could even pack up, he added, "Ms. Min Y/N, please follow me to my office."

The teasing began immediately.

"Ooooh, Y/N!"

"Are you two dating?"

"You're so lucky!"

I ignored them as best I could and quickly made my way to his office.

When I walked in, he was already seated behind his desk, one of his shirt buttons undone. The way he leaned back in his chair made me wonder if he was up to something.

"Congratulations," he said with a warm smile. "Thank you," I replied softly. "You got a perfect score," he said, slowly rising. "Maybe I should get permission to kiss you as a reward?"

My cheeks turned red in an instant. We'd been dating for a year, but somehow, we hadn't kissed yet.

"Jimin, now's not the time!" I said, gently pushing him back as he stepped closer. He grinned mischievously. "You act like you didn't already kiss me that night you got drunk... naughty girl." My mouth dropped open. "Yah! I was not in my right mind!"

He only laughed, and I couldn't help but giggle too.
He's dangerous, with those eyes, that smirk, but he's mine. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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