JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Sub Teacher

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When he is your student and he confessed his feelings on you | you as a sub teacher.

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It's only been two days since I started working here as a substitute teacher, but somehow, the students already seem comfortable around me. Especially one in particular, Park Jimin.

When I first walked into the classroom, he struck me as the quiet type. Reserved, maybe even distant. But as the days passed, he showed another side of himself, flirty, playful, and full of unexpected charm. His classmates told me he'd never really interacted much with teachers before, but ever since I arrived, he'd been unusually... active.

"Ma'am."

I paused in the hallway when I heard his voice. Turning, I found him standing behind me with that usual half-smile.

"Yes, Mr. Park?"

"Are you heading to your next class?" he asked. I nodded. Then, without warning, "Are you engaged, ma'am?" I blinked in surprise. He must've seen the ring I wear.

"No," I replied honestly. A smile tugged at his lips. "So, you're saying I have a chance."

"What?" I let out a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry. It's nothing." He laughed softly and walked away.

Later that day, I was waiting for the bus just outside the school gates when someone suddenly jumped beside me. "Mr. Park!" I gasped, clutching my chest.

"Did I scare you? Sorry, ma'am." He grinned. "But you can call me Jimin when we're outside school." I looked away, trying to hide my growing blush.

"Ma'am... just curious." He paused. "If you're not engaged... are you married?" I laughed. "This ring is just a gift from my mother."

"You're even more beautiful when you smile, ma'am," he said quietly.

His words caught me off guard.

"What if a student... had feelings for you?" he asked.

"That can't happen," I replied immediately, keeping my voice calm. "It's wrong."

After that day, I started avoiding him. I wasn't sure why, maybe guilt, maybe fear. I just knew I couldn't look him in the eye anymore. For days, I didn't even glance in his direction during class. It was easier that way.

Then one day, while I was packing my things for my next class, I felt a presence near me.

"I want to talk to you," he said seriously. I hesitated, then followed him into an empty classroom.

"Make it quick. I have another class, Mr. Park," I said, checking my watch. "Jimin," he corrected. I closed my eyes, holding in my frustration. "No. I'll stick to your surname. What do you want?"

"Are you avoiding me?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to act indifferent.

"Is it because of what I asked last month?" he pressed. "Why would I be affected? Do I like you?" I laughed bitterly. "Or... do you like me, Mr. Park Jimin?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yes. I like you."

My heart jumped, but I forced a smile.

"So what? I don't like you." My voice was firm, even if it hurt me to say it.

His eyes fell. I left the room without another word, but the moment I stepped out, tears spilled down my cheeks.

I remembered the day he gave me the hair clip. "If you wear that, it means you like me," he said with a wink. "Just kidding," he added, laughing.

"Funny... but thanks," I had replied, accepting it anyway.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, I clipped it into my hair. He might have been joking, but I wasn't.

Later in class, I caught his eyes from across the room. But this time, he looked away.

"J-Jimin," I called softly.

He didn't respond.

That's when I knew. I had feelings for him. But it was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.

Graduation Day —

He looked radiant in his graduation robe, proud and confident. I didn't know I had been smiling until I felt my cheeks.

"Ma'am." His voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Hi," I said softly. "I was looking for you. I thought you weren't coming."

"You're officially a graduate now," I smiled. "Congratulations."

"You're not wearing the hair clip I gave you," he said. I pulled it from my bag and held it out. "Will you put it on me?"

He took it gently and clipped it into my hair. "Beautiful."

"I tried reaching out to you," I said.

"I know," he whispered. "But I didn't want you to see me as just a student anymore. So I stayed away."

He reached into his bag and suddenly placed his medals and diploma around my neck.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

"For what?"

He took a deep breath. "Can I love you now, Ms. Bae Y/N?" I stared at him, tears forming again, but this time for a different reason.

"Yes, you can, Park Jimin." He smiled like there was no tomorrow.

It had taken me so long to accept my feelings, but now I knew I wasn't just his teacher anymore. I was the woman he loved, and I loved him back.

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