Seonsaengnim (A Jimin Fanfic Series)

Part 8

On a fresh and bright Friday morning, a nice cool breeze brushed across your face and disrupted the hairstyle that you had spent eons on this morning, now untamed like the Spring season. Your senior year was almost complete, and all you could think about was the time of day that you were going to leave school early and head to the nearest Starbucks, as you usually did lately for no reason whatsoever. At this point in the year, senioritis had gotten the best of you, no matter how urgently you struggled to suppress it like the majority of your senior class, for your mother would never come close to forgiving you if you dared throw your college potential away in the presence of a little end-of-year laziness. Thankfully however, you still had Tammy who was a very faithful friend to you ever since you could remember, and whenever your lack of motivation and effort kicked in, she was there to guide you right back on track. In that regard mostly, you both balanced one another out quite nicely. However, sometimes you just couldn't help yourself.

Ever since your date at the carnival with Jimin, a very particular distant and dreamy smile had never left your face for even a second. The impact he had on you simply couldn't be explained with words, unless you had the opportunity to feel the emotion yourself, that burning feeling inside your chest which is strangely indescribable. Some would call it love, and some would call it lust, but all in all, happiness was the word you decided to resonate with if it meant to sum up the feeling in its entirety. For once, you were actually happy about something in your life. Unfortunately you hadn't gotten to that point yourself like you envisioned and hoped for, nevertheless it was happiness in its purest form, and ultimately you never thought another human being could make you feel the way Mr. Park does. In a way you hated it, and loved it at the same time.

All happiness aside, Mr. Park was still a teacher, and you were still a student. However, you tried not to let the thought get in the way of what you felt towards him which had been the most intense feeling yet since you were young and careless, young and hadn't been tainted by disappointing relationships that all ended up in flames. You never thought you'd find someone ever again, then he decided to sneak up on you and take you by surprise. It was the last thing on your mind, most definitely, but in his defense, you were okay with it this time. No worries to stress you out unnecessarily, and of course, summer was underway very shortly. The last things you'd have to be concerned about were your semester exams, but because you were forced to study by your mother whenever you didn't by any chance have homework, your confidence in the tests had excelled, and that left Mr. Park as the number one priority on your daily thought process, wondering what would even come of you two once school was finally over. Would it even be anything at all?

During History class later on in the day, you couldn't focuse on the lesson at all, for your eyes continued straying back to Mr. Park while you doodled in your notebook again, smirking to yourself as you replayed the night you two shared at the carnival from start to finish, never losing sight of his gorgeous face outlined by the hanging lights overhead, and the way his hand fit snuggly into yours, the rings on his fingers glittering and bold. The way he called your name when you had gotten distracted and strayed away to examine another game farther down the pathway, when he held you from behind and his heartbeat gently pattered beneath his shirt, and how he kissed you underneath the moonlight, that very moment in time which barriers of age and social status had disappeared. The very moment in which barriers didn't exist at all.

Mr. Park glanced at you from the front of the room, eyes narrowed paired with a serious frown, expressing little to no emotion for you to read. Your eyebrows furrowed at his confusing que. Why is he looking at me like that? Throughout the class, the rest of the students worked quietly without disruptions, and Mr. Park also sat quietly at his desk, reading something on his phone perhaps, a hand massaging his chin as he repeatedly shifted his eyes from the left of his screen to the right.