My Teacher Park Jimin | P.J FF

Greetings from the Devil

We got out of the obnoxiously attention grabbing car with its winged doors, catching all the students in the university's parking lots attention.
We walked inside, looking over our timetables
"I have a double math class" yugyeom followed along with a groan.
"I have double English" I whispered to myself with a huge grin on my face
"KMN, I fucking hate maths, at least we have science together, that will make it more tolerable I guess"
I had to smirk at his comment

The bell rang and yugyeom walked me to my class
"At least try not to bust whilst reading Shakespeare" yugyeom joked
I playfully nudged him but he grabbed my wrists and hugged me
"Ok daddy bear, chill, I have to go" I said as I slowly pulled away
"Call me daddy again" His face was serious and almost seductive
I didn't know how to react so I just laughed and he followed along assuring me he was joking

As I walked in I saw everyone in their own groups laughing and gossiping as the teacher has not arrived yet.
I went to the back of the class and noticed one empty seat next to a guy who seemed to not be talking to anyone with his head resting in his hand. He wore a black shirt, exposing his biceps, black leather jeans and a set of red beats on his head. He had his eyes closed so he couldn't see the short amount of eternity I was starting at him for. Lucky he couldn't because the first thing that caught my eye was his brushed back scarlet red hair. It was mesmerising.
He was mesmerising
My breath caught as I saw his eyes shot wide open making his first contact me. He didn't say anything, he just kept in the same position with a straight face glaring right at me.
Those eyes.
I finally got the courage to wave my hand at him and plaster a small smile on my face.
I sat next to him and put my bag down on the desk feeling his glare still on me. My heart was racing, I could hear it drumming through my ears. I didn't understand why I felt this way. Boys never had this affect on me. But that hair. I should have taken that in as my first warning. But I didn't. I was curious. I took out my pen and phone when I noticed him turn the other way, giving me a chance to take a break and cool down from being tense.
The teacher walked in making everyone settle down and take their seats.
Red hair boy took off his headphones and placed them in his bag. I was so observant over him from the corner of my eye. Every move , ever breath he took. I followed.
20 minutes into the class I noticed he had fell asleep with his head resting on his right arm, giving me full entry to admire all his features. His carved by the gods jaw, plump lips, slightly chubby cheeks, even his smoothly bridged nose. Everything about him was beautiful.
He was beautiful.
As I was admiring him I met his eyes. A hazel colour. I was too deep in my thoughts that I hadn't realised.
He was looking at me.
When I snapped back I quickly look up at the board with my cheeks flushed red. 
He noticed I was staring
He noticed I was staring
He noticed I was staring

I tried to gulp a huge lump in my throat 

"Do I have something on my face?" I heard him whisper
His voice. Is there anything God didn't bless him with?
I was too embarrassed to face him again so I kept my vision on the board and quickly shook my head.
He sat up and slightly leaned in towards me
I tensed.
His sent was so intoxicating, almost putting me into a sweet sleep.
"Next time you want to stare at me, just take a picture"
I didn't move
I didn't reply
I didn't do a thing.
Why was I so tense? Why does my make me feel this way?
All I knew was if I don't steer clear of this guy
I would end up in a place where I never intended to be