His Tutor Girl

Chapter 9: May I?

You sat there, frozen on your bed. Feeling someone's warm breath on your ankle for a moment, your brows furrowed when it suddenly stopped.

Alert and familiar with all types of horror movies, you slowly bent down for your bag that you had previously placed on the ground. Pretending to be unaware, you slowly took your ice cream scooper from inside it.

Pulling it out, you moved away from your bag, eyes missing the card Jimin had given you to check out a hour and a half ago.

Crouching a little, you didn't hesitate before instantly getting to your knees and poking your head in, ice cream scooper out to threaten whoever it was underneath the bed.

"You've got a deathwish creep?!" you yelled, pushing the ice cream scooper towards the darkness under your bed.

You panicked when your metal-weapon actually hit a form. Screeching in horror over your paranoia coming to be true, you couldn't believe someone was underneath there.

"Wha-"

"Ow!" the voice whined out before immediately calling out his name.

"It's me! It's me!" Jimin yelled, hands in the air as he lay flat on his back, "It's Jimin!"

You froze again, stopping your arm from hitting him with the metal scoop as you stuck your head in more and tried to blink past the darkness. Eyes meeting familiar ones, you gasped.

"Jimin! What the hell?!" you chimed, shocked and overwhelmed over him underneath your bed.

Jimin smiled nervously, rubbing at his now hurt arm, "Surprise..." he cooed out, laughing awkwardly when you glared at him with the deadliest set of eyes.

You weren't impressed.

Jimin swallowed hard, realizing he had a lot of explaining to do. This didn't go the way I planned...

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"What did you plan to happen?" you groaned out irritated.

Struggling to get out from underneath the bed a little, Jimin's feet were asleep while scouting out. He glanced over at you, mumbling away his plan, all while thanking you softly when you tried to help him, pulling at his arms.

"I've been here since school was over," he said, back moving along the cold floor, "I just thought maybe if I surprised you by sticking bored under your bed, it would be cute."

You did find the effort and idea cute. But also, extremely stupid. "What if I didn't come the whole night?" you asked chuckling, realizing that your friends knew of this apology stunt Jimin had been planning out.

"Then I would've stayed here until you came," he said gently, smiling a little when his eyes shot over to wink at you. He failed however, both eyes closing before focusing on the bed again. You smiled at how cute that was.

"All of this for an apology?" you asked, chuckling, sitting on the ground in your towel as you tried to tug away next to his head.

"I wanted to show you I cared," he said shrugging, struggling to get his legs out from underneath the bed.

Your eyes softened at that. About to say something, you stopped when Jimin swore, head tiredly giving up and resting on the cold floor.

He got stuck.

It was easy going in for him, but the moment he tried to come out, the curves of his butt came in the way as his pelvis seemed to be stuck between the side of the bed and the ground.

"The Jibooty got you stuck," you snorted out, pulling and tugging, trying to help out the sweet boy. This may literally be another reason to why I adore him, you laughed internally, flushing a little when admitting to yourself over and over about the crush you had on the idol.