BTS Imagines

Suga --- Hot Professor

"Oh, um, thank you." My face flushed as I smiled shyly at my professor, Min Yoongi. He smirked at me, and tilted my chin upwards. "Of course, Miss (L/n)." We leaned in towards each other. Abruptly, he stopped just before he touched my lips. "Miss (L/n)." He whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Miss (L/n)!"

A loud smack rang out in the large room. The startling noise made me quickly sit up straight. I looked up at my unusually hot professor, who had his hand on my desk and was scowling. "I would prefer it if you would not sleep in my class. Let alone spread your saliva on my desks!" My face flushed at his words, and I instinctively rubbed my mouth. Sure enough, there was drool on the corner of my mouth.

"Sorry, sir." I mumbled, folding my hands in my lap. Professor Min sighed at me. "Meet me after class, Miss (L/n)." My head jerked up to meet his cold stare. I nodded quickly. "Yes sir." I stuttered. He shook his head at my stuttering, but nonetheless went back to teaching the class about the arts of music. Quiet murmurs broke out across the class, girls glared enviously at me, but Professor Min took no notice of them. I sighed and fixed my glasses on my face. I fixed my hair and picked up my pencil for notes. 

"I bet he fucks her senseless after class."

"He always picks on her only! It's not fair."

"God, she's probably a little whore."

I shrunk down in my seat, trying to disappear, but it was no use. Ever since Professor Min had started teaching here, I was the new target at this college. He always noticed me. He only noticed me. Even when everyone but me had their hand up, he would still call on me. It made my life hell. It was even worse that I fell for his stupidly good looks. Despite him making my life into a living hell, he was still extremely good looking. Not to mention he was very talented when it came to music. He was every girl's dream guy.

"Well, I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Go ahead and pack up class. Have a nice weekend." I was taken out of my thoughts when he signaled for the end of class. I hadn't even gotten the notes for today. I turned to the girl beside me. "Do you mind if I copy your no-" "Don't talk to me, you whore. Get your "notes" from the professor after class." I dropped my arms on the desk and held my head in my hands. The girl scoffed then left the room. "I'm screwed." I mumbled to myself.

Standing up and gathering my things into my bag, I walked to his desk. "You wanted to see me, sir?" I muttered. Professor Min turned to me with pursed lips. "Yes, I do. I don't appreciate you sleeping in my class, young lady. I take my career very seriously, and I don't have time for slackers." He began his speech. "Now, I would like you to stay after class with me every day for-"

"No!" I cried out. He looked appalled at my interruption. "I can't do that!" Professor Min frowned. "I don't care about what you have to do after sch-" "It's not that! Do you have any idea what people will think of me? They already think I'm your whore or something because you always pick on me! I'm sick of it! Everyone hates me now! Even my own roommate and best friend! And it's all because of you!" I pointed an accusing finger at him with tears blurring my vision. "I don't know how much more isolation I can take!" I buried my face in my hands and let out multiple sobs.

My sobs echoed throughout the large room, and only my sobs. Warm arms wrapped around me and rubbed my back. My cries stopped abruptly as I stared at his clothed chest. "I'm sorry." Professor Min's voice was right next to my ear. "I had no idea." With my senses finally coming back to me, I attempted to push him away from me. "Get off me!" More tears steamed down my face. His embrace only became tighter around me. After a few minutes of struggling, I gave up, exhausted.

"Are you done?" I let out a sob in response. "I'll take that as a yes." Professor Min breathed in and out, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. "I'm sorry (Y/n)." My eyes closed at the sound of my name from his mouth. My arms still hung limply at my sides, though. "I guess I've always picked on you because I," he cleared his throat. "I've always been drawn to you. I never would've thought that it would cause you his much trouble and hurt. And for that, I'm deeply sorry. Even though I know you don't feel the same, as it seems that you hate me, and there's also the fact that I'm your instructor, I will try to help you."

A few more tears rolled down my face. Finally, I lifted up my hands to grip the front of his turtleneck. "Thank you." I mumbled into his shirt. "I hope you can forgive me. Not only as your professor, but also as a friend who deeply cares about you." The word 'friend' hit me like an arrow into the heart. "And possibly," he lifted my chin up. "As more than a friend?" My breath hitched in my throat, and my eyes opened wide.

"Professor Min!" "Call me Yoongi, if you forgive me, that is." "But, Yoongi," A small smile formed at his first name. "You're my professor. This isn't right." Professor Min, or Yoongi rather, smirked. "No one has to know, it could be our little secret." I felt his breath on my lips. As he leaned in further, we both shut our eyes. His lips pressed gently against mine, as we shared our first kiss.

Unfortunately, we humans need a little something called air, so we had to pull away after a while. Yoongi rested his forehead against mine, and his brown eyes stared into my own (e/c) eyes. "Don't worry about what others think. Just keep our relationship a secret between us, and we'll be perfectly happy together."