• Fluffy 선생님 • || VMin

1.2 The attentive teacher

Jimin gathers his things and slings the bag over his shoulder. He pouts, thinking about how the day went. No one could believe he was here. He must have assumed it would happen, even so, he had hoped that being an American school in structure, it was going to be less of a shock.

All the teachers viewed him with such skepticism and almost contempt that it was hateful. He adjusts a lock of his hair and walks towards the exit. He has to call a cab home. He doesn't feel much like walking. He notices that not far away is Taehyung. He moves forward with long hops, standing next to him.

"Hi, I heard you are Kim Tae-Hyung right?"

"Yes."

"Uh... Uh... Hello?"

Taehyung stares at him What with such a spontaneous and awkward greeting? Is he supposed to know something? Lacking any reaction Jimin closes his hand and purses his lips. This is troublesome.

"Err. Right... I'm Jimin and... Would you like to go for dinner?" he proposes squeezing the bag. Taehyung continues to give no answer. He pats his pants and pulls out a card to give to Taehyung. "Talk some more and-"

"I'm not interested."

Taehyung walks past and Jimin is choked by how rude and cutting the bear is. Taehyung reaches his car and gets in, completely ignoring what he just did. He drives off without a backward glance or even caring about the matter. Jimin clenches the card in his hands and looks down by his ears, embarrassed.

That was horrible... simply, horrible.

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"There aren't supposed to be teacher Ragdolls. That's not even possible."

"Awww Yoongi how foolish and mean you are."

"It's the reality. It's not allowed for a reason. I don't even know how the principal allowed it."

"What do you think?"

Taehyung looks up from his food. In the teachers' lounge, it's impossible not to get buried in the gossip that comes and goes. High school teachers are far worse than elementary school teachers in that regard. They never shut up. He chews a couple more times before swallowing and giving an uncomfortable gesture.

"I don't know. I don't really care" replies Taehyung leaning back in the chair. "I doubt Seokjin-nim would risk hiring someone without permission to teach. It's too serious."

"He's still a Ragdoll. There's no way he has the permit." retorts Yoongi.

"It's pos-"

"Good afternoon!"

Silence falls in the room as Jimin enters greeting loudly. He wears a thick collar that prevents seeing his nape and at the same time, his scent is considerably lower, it doesn't stop him from wearing the same one as yesterday with a rattle and today he wears some earrings in his feline ears. None noticed him until now, evidencing the usefulness of the garment for Omegas. Jimin carries a cloth bag in each hand.

"Bon appetit. I wanted to give this to you. It's a little gift from me."

He pulls out clear plastic containers from the bags with various desserts inside. All obviously fresh and lovely. He passes them around one by one handing them out or leaving them on the desk of whoever is not in the room. Hoseok squeals and smiles excited to receive his.

Yoongi takes it skeptically and Taehyung for not making an annoying scene, takes it too. Jimin smiles broadly at him, wagging his tail in a steady wave and his ears slightly drooping. Once he's out of it he heads for the exit.