Drawn To You

~ 1 ~

"Well, I'm screwed."

Jimin, a twenty-one-year-old college student sighed deeply as he stared into an open folder in disappointment and frustration.

He held his phone to his ear as Taehyung, his best friend's voice came through the line, "What did you get?"

Jimin's shoulders slumped, " I got a C," he murmured as he closed the folder he was holding and shifted his phone from between his face and shoulder, his voice tinged with irritation.

Taehyung scoffs, "How is everyone getting a C? That project wasn't even that hard."

Frustrated, Jimin started making his way down the hallway of his College, " I know, I spent two weeks on it just to fail it," he rambled as he walked, constantly nudging shoulders with people here and there.

All the chaos in the hallways making it difficult to hear his friend on the phone added to Jimin's frustration. One final push from someone had him cursing under his breath and walking into an empty classroom.

He sighed in relief as the door closed behind him, engulfing him in the sound of silence.

Taehyung's voice came through the phone again, "Well, our old Professor did mention we were getting a new teacher who would also be grading our projects. And he did say the new teacher was going to be tough to impress."

Jimin snorted, "Okay, so who the hell does this guy think he is?" he began pacing back and forth in the empty classroom.

"Well, maybe he-"

"No, seriously. This new guy is probably some inexperienced critic who has no clue about good art. He doesn't, since he gave me a C." Jimin ran a hand through his blonde hair as he continued pacing, his voice getting louder.

"Jimin, he's not-"

"And he's going to be our new professor? Sure, like some middle-aged asshole can teach me anything about art when all he does is give C's to hard-working college students. Fuck this guy." Jimin finally shouted.

Jimin groaned and just when he was about to say more suddenly, a voice cleared their throat from the front of the room, causing Jimin to freeze in his tracks.

Slowly, he looked to his right to see a man standing in front of the room by a long wooden desk with his arms folded, and a stern look on his face.

Great. Fucking great.

If Jimin didn't already wanna die 5 Seconds ago, this will surely do it. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he slowly turned around, "I'll call you later," he said, not giving Taehyung any time to answer, and quickly hung up.

After mentally smacking himself in the face, Jimin turns around to face the man.

But this time, Jimin took in his view.

Woah.

This man... Was gorgeous.

He had dark hair that fell effortlessly over his forehead, framing his perfect complexion.

He has dark piercing eyes that hold a magnetic intensity that seems to draw Jimin in with his intense stare.

There was a piercing on the man's right eyebrow, adding an extra layer of intrigue to his captivating appearance.

He was dressed in black dress pants, the fabric clinging to his toned legs.

He wore a white button-up shirt that hugged his muscular frame, the fabrics slightly straining against his chest and arms.

Jimin also noticed the subtle glint of a lip piercing on the man's bottom lip.

The combination of his brooding features and edgy piercings created an irresistible contrast that left Jimin feeling both intrigued and captivated.