JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Laser

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When you are playing with the laser light but then it landed on his crotch | as your arranged professor husband.

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I was trying to focus in class when my seatmate well, my best friend, Jungkook started nudging me with this ridiculous little laser pointer.

"I swear, Y/N, it's so satisfying," he whispered, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I'll try it later, just to make you shut up," I muttered, rolling my eyes. At that exact moment, Mr. Park, our professor, shot me a glare from the front of the room.

And just my luck, Mr. Park wasn't just any professor. He was also the man I was arranged to marry.

Yeah, you heard that right.

An arranged marriage. With a man I barely know. And somehow, I still agreed to it. Blame parental pressure and a moment of extreme weakness.

Jungkook already knew, of course. He'd once warned me in a joking-but-not-joking way, "Be careful with Jimin-hyung. Don't tease him too much or you might end up with a very... rough night."

I teased him. Jimin? Rough? Please. That man is an angel.

Well, so I thought.

Jungkook slipped the laser pointer into my hand again. Out of boredom and maybe a little curiosity, I switched it on. The red dot flickered to life and danced across the classroom walls.

I didn't even realize I was aiming it toward the front until I saw a few students snickering. I followed their line of sight... and nearly choked.

I had been pointing the laser directly at Mr. Park's crotch.

"Ms. Min?" His voice cut through the room like a blade.

Panic set in. I quickly tossed the laser back onto Jungkook's desk.

"My office. After class," he said coolly.

Jungkook leaned in, barely holding back a laugh. "You really did it now," he whispered. "Good luck. You just teased Jimin-hyung."

After class, I made my way to his office. I knocked three times before hearing his calm voice say, "Come in."

I stepped inside and found him at his desk, still typing away on his laptop like nothing had happened.

"Lock the door," he said without looking up.

Wait, what?

Still, I did as he asked. The soft click of the lock sounded far louder than it should have.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, closing his laptop and finally standing to face me.

"I... I'm sorry, Mr. Park," I stammered. "I didn't mean it like that. I was just teasing—"

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped closer. "You know I hate being teased," he said, voice low. "But if it's you... maybe I'll allow it."

Before I could process anything, he pinned me gently against the wall, catching me completely off guard.

"Do you enjoy teasing your husband, Y/N?" he murmured.

My eyes widened. What have I gotten myself into?

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

"I have classes!" I yelled, half-laughing and half-panicked. "Stop massaging my back like that!! People outside might get the wrong idea!"

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