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Namjoon: Teacher's Assistant- SMUT

Namjoon's P.O.V.

"Mr. Kim?" I was grading papers for my Fifth Period Advanced English Class when I heard a honey-sweet voice call my name.

"Yes? How may I help you, darling?" I asked as soon as I looked up, seeing a young woman about my age—with a gorgeous figure to match her serenading voice—standing in the doorway. "Oh! Are you a new student? I swear, I've told the Staffing Committee a thousand times that they need to send me the names imme—"

"Umm... Actually I'm not a student. I already went through college and I'm supposed to be your TA. Do you remember hearing about me at all?"

I paused a moment, frozen in place. How in the hell was she supposed to be my TA? If she's not bullshitting me, it's going to be a long year. "What? That's impossible! I don't need an assistant, I'm a college professor for god sakes! Why the fuck— Oh... Sorry, excuse my language."

"I'm fine with your language, it's just... I don't doubt for a minute that you can work on your own, but you barely know me. I find it a little harsh that you're being so rude to me when you don't know a single thing about me. It's not my fault the Staffing Committee decided to hire me and not tell you about it."

'Shit!' I think to myself. 'There goes my chances of screwing her. Why did I have to even open my huge fucking mouth? God, I'm such a dumbass.' "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm just in the middle of a really stressful term and I haven't been getting any sleep lately. I've been kind of cranky for about a month now. I didn't mean to take it out on you, I'm sorry. What's your name, hon'?"

"L/n y/n."

"Beautiful name. It matches everything else about you so far. So, let me guess... American?"

"All over the place, actually. Mostly America and U.K. though. I don't even have to guess that you're from here."

"Yup. Born and raised in Seoul. Now are we going to continue playing twenty questions, or are we going to actually introduce ourselves? I'm okay with either one, I just would like to know."

"Oh! Of course. I can definitely tell you about myself." As she continued spouting facts about herself, I couldn't help but wander off into space. Does she know how beautiful she is? Does she know how lucky I feel to be in the same room as her? What makes it even better is that I'll be seeing her for the rest of the school year—maybe longer—practically every day. "Mr. Kim? Mr. Kim. Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm a little out of it today, too. It's been so long since I've seen such beauty. I couldn't help but stare." I saw her blush a little at my observation. Good. At least my cheesy-as-hell compliment worked.

"So I guess that explains why you've been upset for so long."

"What explains it?"

"Isn't it obvious? I mean, not that I have any experience with this whatsoever, but your attitude is an obvious indication that you need to get laid." She said it with such finality that I wasn't sure if she was just making an observation, or she wanted to screw me too. I had to know.

"And what makes you think I have time for that?"

"Well... that might be the reason why I was hired." I think I like where this is going. Crossing my arms, I looked at her expectantly. I hope wonder if she'll actually suggest fucking right now. "I'm just saying that since I work for you now, I can grade papers for you while you go out to bars and stuff." My heart sunk, but I kept a straight face and nodded. As if I'd actually go looking for some nameless girl when I could just stay here with her. "So," she continues, "If you give me a quick run through on how you grade papers, I can start grading them while you go take a break." Oh, hell no. I am not leaving her in here to do my work just so I can go to some girl's apartment and accidentally scream y/n's name instead of whomever. "Well?" she asks expectantly.