Seonsaengnim (A Jimin Fanfic Series)

Part 1

"Do we have any classes together Y/N?" Your friend asked enthusiastically, leaning over your shoulder as you tightly gripped the small sheet of paper given to you by your counselor. Nervous, excited students bustle all around you while you walked slowly on the side of the hallway, reading over your new Senior year schedule. "No.." You replied somberly, comparing the two courses one after another, becoming more disappointed the lower your eyes traveled, until they reached the end of the schedule and there wasn't anything left to read. "This sucks, now I'm sad," You whined, handing Tammy's schedule back to her wearing a long face. Clutching onto the straps of your backpack, you continued walking beside Tammy as you listened to her consoles and promises of not letting this barrier get in the way of your friendship. You simply nodded, non-evidently fighting back tears as you stood outside the door of your first period class, and exchanged a long-awaited embrace. 

She looked back at you with an unconvincing smile before the two of you parted ways, and as she disappeared around the corner, you entered your first period class. Since you had arrived a little later than planned, there were already a good amount of students sitting down when you walked in. A few of them even stopped mid-conversation to watch you as you found an empty seat, awkwardly making an effort to avoid their obvious stares.

Once seated, you took a second to look around and familiarize yourself with the classroom. Brightly-colored posters hung upon the walls, which were either world maps or vintage political propaganda, along with typical classroom expectations and quotes that just about every teacher's classroom is decorated with. "Team Work Makes the Dream Work," "Ask Questions," and "Never Give Up on Your Dreams" were few of the many messages that filled the empty beige spaces. Sitting quietly, having already gotten a feel for the room you would be in for the rest of the year, you pulled out one of the spiraled notebooks from your backpack and began doodling to pass the time. 

Swirly lines, flowers, and random portraits of random people filled the first page as you waited for your teacher to arrive. You looked up at the clock and realized that school would be starting in about twenty minutes. Where could they be? With every minute that passed by, the students who filled the left side of the classroom became louder and more rambunctious, raised their voices and walked around aimlessly as there were no authority to handle their behavior. You soon began to grow annoyed with the loud students invading your peaceful and tired mind, so you plugged your earphones in to forget about the world for a while. 

As you finished off the stem to a very lazily-drawn rose, the speaker at the top of the room cut on and shook you from your immersion. You set down your pen and tried your best to listen to the morning announcements, but the students were just so loud that you eventually gave up on concentrating. Moments later, the woman speaking on the announcements asked everyone to rise and participate in the school's oath, which you already knew by heart from having attended there all years of high school. As you and the rest of the class recited each word effortlessly, right hand in the air, the door of the classroom swung open and in walked a muscular man carrying a grey brief case, and he wore a white button up shirt paired with black slacks. He glanced up at the room for a second as he unlocked the case and took out a stack of packets, then sat down in his chair and begun typing away at his keyboard. You eyed him slyly the whole time, not even paying any mind to the school's recitation.

His wavy hair was shiny and [whatever color of your choosing], he wore round glasses that suited his soft features, and his plump lips gave a sexy, yet youthful appearance to him. You almost couldn't believe he was your teacher. Is everyone else seeing what I'm seeing right now?? You looked away nervously before he had the chance to sense that you'd been gawking, and to help yourself feel less embarrassed, you aimlessly adjusted your shirt and fixed your hair. He rose from his seat in the front of the class and picked out a dry erase marker from his desk drawer, which he then used to write his name on the white board.