JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Mistaken As Student

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When you mistaken him as a student not knowing he is your sub teacher.

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I was stuffing my books into my bag, getting ready for my next class, when someone slammed my locker door shut. "Hey! What the hell?!" I shouted, whipping around, ready to throw hands.

"Y/N, it's me," Yeri laughed, clearly amused by my reaction. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I was this close to fighting you, dumbass," I muttered. Honestly, I'd rather be at home, lying in bed, doing nothing. That's the dream.

Yeri leaned against the lockers. "So... I heard a rumor. You and Hyunwoo are dating?" I laughed out loud. Of all things.

"Hyunwoo? Please. We're just neighbors," I said, still chuckling. "Some people are probably spying on us just because we walk home together sometimes. He's not even my type."

"Yeah, but you two do look kind of close," she teased.

I rolled my eyes again. Hyunwoo was nice, sure. Handsome? Yeah. Everyone's type? Maybe. But mine? Definitely not. I haven't had a boyfriend in years. Love at first sight? Doesn't work on me. I'm not the type to fall easily for someone's looks or sweet talk.

As we walked down the hallway, we overheard a group of girls chatting nearby.

"I heard there's a new sub teacher... and he's hot."

"Wait, we have a new sub?" I asked Yeri. She nodded. "Yep. No idea why they didn't announce it, though."

Interesting. Hot teacher, huh? Not that I care. I'm not the type to hit on teachers, or fall for guys easily. Never in my life.

When we entered our classroom, a few of my classmates greeted me. I wasn't famous or anything, but I was on good terms with most of them, unlike the cold, cliquey students from the next room.

"I think we've got a new classmate," someone said, peeking out the window. A tall, handsome guy was walking toward the door... and he wasn't wearing a school uniform. A student without a uniform? Weird.

I stood in front of the door to block his path. "Excuse me. Who are you?" I asked.

That voice, deep and smooth, made me blink. "Bae Y/N," I said, offering a hand with a smile. I already knew he was going to ignore it.

He looked good. That sharp jawline, those plump lips, stop it, brain. You're not falling for him. You swore. "Ms. Bae Y/N, can I go in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

God, even the way he said my name was sexy.

"Just call me Y/N. No need to be formal," I giggled. "But before you enter, you have to guess the password." I smirked. He looked disgusted. "Excuse me? I'm in a hurry. You're wasting my time."

"Password first," I said, arms outstretched, blocking his way as my classmates giggled behind me.

"Hint?" he asked, clearly unamused. I glanced down at my chest and smirked. His eyes widened. "Chest?" I nodded. He sighed. "Y/N's chest?" Laughter bubbled behind me.

"Nope." He groaned. "Y/N's... boobies?" I jumped and clapped. "Correct! You may enter, sir."

I bowed dramatically. He walked past me and instead of heading to the student seats, he set his things on the teacher's desk.

Wait. What?

I didn't notice him carrying anything before... or maybe I was too distracted by his everything.

He sat casually on the desk. "Please take your seats. And Ms. Bae Y/N, thank you for wasting my time," he said with a smug grin.

I stood there, stunned, speechless.

"Seat, Ms. Bae," he repeated, pointing to the chair I had abandoned.

No way.

"I'm Mr. Park Jimin," he said once everyone settled. "Your substitute teacher while Mrs. Kim is on maternity leave. You can call me Mr. Park."

I was doomed. Absolutely doomed.

"And Ms. Bae," he added, turning to me with a wink, "Please see me in my office after class. We have something to discuss."

I wanted to sink into the floor. "Mr. Park, I'm really sorry. I thought you were a student. I didn't mean to—"

"Apology accepted," he said with a sly smile, "But I'll expect a better apology for the 'password' thing after class."

The entire room burst into laughter. I facepalmed. Why, why did I do that?

"And that," I smiled at my two kids sitting wide-eyed on the couch, "Is how I met your father."

They burst into giggles.

"That's so embarrassing, mom!" My daughter squealed.

"I know, right?" I laughed. "But hey... guess we ended up together. It's a long story how things went from there... but at least now you know how I met that ridiculous, handsome jerk." From the kitchen, Jimin yelled, "Still handsome though!" I rolled my eyes. "See? Still a jerk." But he was my jerk.

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