My Teacher Park Jimin | P.J FF

The beginning of the end

I smacked my phone down for the 3rd time this morning, pressing snooze over and over again until I have the will to stand up and get ready.
Who's fucking idea was it to start class at 8am?
After having a rant in my own head, I check my phone to check my morning spam from Yugyeom.

Yuggy:
Morning M, make sure not to forget you have a science project to hand in today
And if you don't shower and come in smelling as bad as my laundry, I'm steering clear of you. Ugly.
X
I swear cute morning texts are just a lie. But yugyeom always did treat me like his little sister he always looks out for. That's one of the billion reasons why I found him as my best and only friend.
I go shower, curl my hair, put on some light makeup and jump into my white lace play suit followed along with some dainty jewellery and white doc martins. I quickly grab my bag and books heading out the door to meet yugyeom waiting outside my apartment with his black hair brushed out, white T, black ripped jeans, shoes from no doubt gucci and a black bomber jacket. He always did dress to impress. That was basically his to go by phrase.
As he noticed me, a huge smile was plastered along his face and open arms to give me a morning greeting which was definitely 10x better than this mornings text.
He smelled as he looked. Delicious.
"Good morning to you too" I said along with a giggle
"Have you got your science project?"
"Yes, don't worry it's in my bag"
We drove our way over to the university which was 20 minutes away from my apartment in yugyeoms tesla. His adored tesla. Basically his child.