My Professor Is My Fan?!

Tap tap tap tap

You swore under your breath as you glared down at your classmate seated across from you.

The fucker kept tapping his pen without a fucking care in the world while you were trying to fight off a hangover.

I'm never drinking with Yoongi ever again. You moaned internally.

As the tapping noise intensified so did the throbbing in your head. Finally, you had enough and you threw a nasty glare at the guy until he noticed.

And boy did he noticed because he gasped at your murderous stare and immediately placed his pen down.

You let out a evil smirk as you laid your head down. Finally,  you can hear the sound of Mr. Jeon's beautiful voice booming throughout the classroom. You admired his beauty from afar and couldn't help but regret not picking the seat closest to him. But, at least you can get away with staring at him like he was a shiny object.

Mr. Jeon was a very tall and handsome man with a soothing voice- one that makes your classmates swoon including yourself. He always wore neat, ironed clothing with his favorite outfit being a crisp, clean white button-down with a tie and black slacks. He looked so good in formal wear, you would've mistaken him for a model if it weren't due to the fact that he was your professor. 

Most students would be horrified to find out that their classmates had an attraction towards their professor, but to be fair Mr. Jeon was really handsome. And there's also a rumor that he graduated from high school and college earlier than his peers, which is why he is one of the youngest professors on campus.  

You sighed contently as you watched him brush his jet black bangs away from his face. His dark eyes scanned around the room and briefly met yours- making your heart jump. You felt your face heat up and you quickly stared down at your laptop.

Why am I so awkward? 

You settled on staring at your blank notebook for the remainder of class as Mr. Jeon lectured about the importance of capturing an audience.

As class was finally ending, Mr. Jeon assigned everyone homework. You couldn't help, but groan in annoyance, which caught his attention. He gave you a brief glare making you quiet down instantly as you hurriedly packed your notebooks inside your bag.

"Alright class, since we went over the romance genre- I would like you to write a two page paper on your characters falling in love with each other and please do not make things awkward and write hardcore kinky shit. I'm looking at you, Taehyung." The class burst into little giggles as Taehyung huffed.

"You just don't get my art." Mr. Jeon can only chuckle at his old friend, who cursed under his breath. 

You groaned and grabbed your belonging before running out the door.

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Later at night, you were completely exhausted from working an afternoon shift at your shitty job.

You had dealt with terrible customers and you almost got in fistfight when one of those bastards had the audacity to yell into your ear which of course worsen your hangover.

And to make matters worse, you had not started your paper.

I'll do it tomorrow, besides it's not due until Wednesday. You rolled around in your bed in content before falling soundly to sleep.

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