Seonsaengnim (A Jimin Fanfic Series)

Part 6

As Mr. Park had promised, the advanced class that he moved you over to following Christmas Break, just in time for second semester, literally proved to be heaven on Earth. The students there worked diligently, the room was always quiet and still, and Mr. Park felt no need to correct anyone or closely supervise any troublesome defiants. It was all music to your ears. Finally, you didn't have to wear your earphones just to block out the deafening noise clouding your thinking process, and finally you didn't have to arrive so early to class, because you trusted that you would actually be able to complete your work after the bell rung. In some way, you always knew that things would get better, and they did.

On the first day of your new schedule, you recognized some students from other classes sitting in bundles at various corners of the room, talking amongst themselves. Because you didn't know them well enough, you decided to take a seat on your lonesome, but this time in a different area of the room. This time, you didn't feel like the right side of the room was the only safe place. Here, anywhere felt safe. As soon as Mr. Park caught sight of you walking up to the classroom ever so enthusiastically, he smiled warmly and placed a soft hand on your shoulder. "I'm glad you could make it miss Y/N. Please, find a seat."

His angelic voice sent tingles down your spine, and it somehow put you as ease. How he could do it was beyond you, but you didn't dare question it anymore. You liked Mr. Park, and there was nothing you could do about it. You embraced your feelings for him around Tammy, and though most of the time she secretly cringed, she knew that there would be nothing she could say to sway your involuntary attraction.

"Mr. Park," you'd say. "Could you please help me study? I forgot all about this event and I need it memorized for the test tomorrow." He'd look into your eyes and respond, "I would, but not until you give me something in return." You would lean yourself over his desk and prop your chin on your hand, eyelashes batting slowly. "Like what?"

"You awake, miss Y/N?" Mr. Park called to you, a dry erase marker twirling around his fingers as he stood confusedly in front of the white board and as the entire classroom eyed you awkwardly. You removed your hand from your chin and erased the slight smirk you wore, snapping out of that daydreaming mess. "Y-yes, I'm sorry Mr. Park. I-"

"Did you hear the question?" He cut in. "No, I didn't... Could you please repeat it?" You muttered shyly. He chuckled and faced you, smiling forgivingly. "What was your answer for number three?"

The days continued on like this. You, sitting at your desk in complete silence, listening to the sounds of occasional rain and winds from the outside, the sounds of pencils rapidly scraping against paper, and the sounds of Mr. Park typing away at his keyboard. You could breathe a bit more now, but you also became awakened. You tried sending signals to Mr. Park while he taught, you eyed him intensely in hopes that he'd notice the difference between a regular stare and lustful one, and you tried catching him outside of class more often, not being able to contain the need to be with him, to feel him. I'm drawn to him and I don't know why, you'd think to yourself. This just seems so wrong but at the same time, so right.
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"I don't mean to intrude by asking, but what is it that you think about so much in class, Y/N?" He asked you, holding a stack of papers in his arm that he was on his way to get laminated as you walked alongside him during passing period. "Ahh.. Its kind of a secret," you playfully teased, managing to steal a glance at him as he smiled to himself. "A secret? Why can't you tell your favorite teacher?" He whined with a puppy dog face, smiling eyes twinkling brightly. "Well.. I guess I could.." You trailed off, glimpsing back at some of the thoughts that ran through your mind during class, and eagerly decided to chang the subject. "So how's everything going with your life, Mr. Park? Besides school, at least?" He puffed out his lower lip and faced the ceiling, running a free hand through his perfect, wispy hair while he thought. "Not much, actually," He turned his face to you, eyes blank and wandering, as if he weren't even sure himself.