•☁︎'𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 || ᵖᵃʳᵏ ʲⁱᵐⁱⁿ

𝑽𝑰𝑰

➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 007

Jimin was left to fend himself against a self deprecating inner turmoil that steadily feasted on his subconscious.

It's been a week since the start of the semester, and exactly 5 days,244 hours and 33 seconds since the encounter.

Since the lingering scent of Lavender never heeded to leave his side,and he was forever enthralled at how good it made him feel.

He thinks about it now,as he sits across from an happily munching Hoseok, having taken his hyung out for their weekly lunches since he was officially the one with a job now,and therefore served to reverse the roles of being a hyung and dongsaeng.

It was fine though,he loved taking care of the sun fair that was his smaller hyung,a fond feeling nestled in his chest every time his heart smile was directed at him,as it is now.

But other than how he'd normally feel about it,he felt quite the littlest irritated seeing as his now ongoing manner was to tease Jimin.

"Maybe it's just a mild interest?
Who knows, maybe it'll fade if you fuck her,I don't know."
He chuckles as he uses the napkin to wipe the sauce of the jappchae he'd been busy eating from the corners of his mouth.

Thing is,Jimin knew it not to be just that.

Ever since she'd walk through the automated door of his classroom,and had stood there for abit, holding them both in a daze as her gaze lingered over his form before settling on his face,and Jimin,as inappropriate as it must've been,did the same.

She had this awfully familiar stilt to her,and oh God,the scent of blooming lavender petals was so prominent,that Jimin could feel the prickle of his Satanic urges to fuck,claim,dominate.

Usually he'd been quite good at suppressing the urges of his genes,but she made it particularly hard with a doe eyed gaze that seemed widened as it settled on him,the soft pink glint of lips that seemed warm and plush and sof fucking inviting,to the cropped crotched shirt she had on,the exposer of an pudgy belly that protruded from her tank,and the defined shape of her hips that attuned to the dip of her waist.

He wanted,no needed,to know how she'd feel like pulsating on his cock.

And like she could read his thoughts,she'd shyly looked away and hurried out a soft whisper of an excuse,before hurriedly moving her limbs to an open seat.

Jimin's gaze followed her with that of dilated hunger,until he caught himself just in time before someone could accuse him of ogling his students.

Now he was left to think of what Hoseok had said could actually count,and if a mild interest would have him as enthralled as he'd so easily been each time she'd set foot in his class.

It's akin to the feeling of being hypnotized,this he at least knew.

He'd been under the influence of it one or twice in his life,but that was before he'd learned how to control himself.

So why is it,that she seemed to get it right so easily?

"Thing is, it'll be unprofessional and I'd be disrupting the work ethics if I dared touched a fucking student,Hobo hyung?
Isn't that just basic knowledge?"
Hoseok could be awfully blind sided at times,and no,it was not because he was a sun fairy.

Or maybe it was,given that he had tendencies to blind people with his heart smiles and cheery aura.
Jimin would know,a victim himself and never being able to defend himself against one of them.

That was beside the point though.

"What if no one knew?"
He quipped,and Jimin stare at him with his most unfiltered expression.