|| BTS Jimin Imagines ||

Cold Professor Goes Soft For You (requested)

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Y/N'S POV

"Miss, Y/N"

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My head spun and churned like ripples on the surface of a troubled body of water, yet my vision stayed pitch dark like the insides of a mysterious cavern. 

"Miss, Y/N! Get up now!" 

I wondered who on earth would be as heartless enough to disturb the slumber of an exhausted, worn out girl with such a powerfully deep and authoritative voice. Ugh, never mind. It didn't matter to me. Let whoever that annoying person yell as loud as he can because no one can prove to me that another better luxury exists in this world other than the sheer relaxation and comfort I felt from keeping my eyes shut and feeling myself gradually drift away to the realm of whispering dreams.

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"Miss Y/N, I demand you wake up this instant!"

That was the last infuriating roar I heard from him before I felt something wet and freezing splash directly onto my face. 

"What the-" I was rudely jolted awake from my slumber and found myself in my classroom. Struggling to calm my rapidly pulsating heart, I let out a gasp of aghast as I looked down at myself. An utter mess I was with beads of ice cold water trickling down my long locks to the sides of my face and towards my chin and leaving a tarnishing stain on my skirt. Looking up in alarm, I caught sight of none other than...him!

Mr. Park Jimin. My Biology professor. The only professor in my highschool who was feared by everyone even if you had very much mentioned his name. He was also the one professor that I very much despised and not a day passed by when I wouldn't wish that he would suddenly pack his bags and announce that he was leaving our highschool for good, perhaps in search of some other paths to advance his career. 

He stood right there, his tall slender figure towering above me clad in a jet black suit and a crimson red tie cutting right down the middle of his pearl white shirt. 

Glaring down at me with his arms crossed in front of his broad chest with a coy smirk playing upon his lips, I realized that he seemed only too happy as he relished in the awful fact that he had just splashed water across a student's face when she had been sleeping in class. 

This I caught on as my eyes rested on the silver water-bottle he held in his hand which was now obviously empty without a drop to spare.

"I guess you're one to always choose the hard way, aren't you, Miss Y/N?" he chuckled under his breath.

It wasn't long before the chorus of laughs, guffaws and giggles followed by an endless amount of piercing mockery quickly followed suit from the desks around and they reverberated the poster covered walls of the classroom. 

I could swear that I could feel my whole face flare up in inexpressible embarrassment and shame. Being so mortified, I sought for some useless comfort by letting my head hang low but even that simple act seemed to mock me because all I saw as I did that was the surface of my wooden desk, completely soaked as I was, with puddles of clear water scattered upon it. The puddles reflected my drenched face and hair and only exalted my dismay.

I whipped my head up to glare at my attacker, ready to give him a piece of my mind.

"How could you-" I growled but I was interrupted by Mr. Park abruptly holding up a slender finger in front of my face.