My Hot Teacher {{ Jungkook x Reader }} [COMPLETED]

•𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫•

A constant buzzing sound pulled me out of the deep sleep I was in. It was six in the morning and my alarm was having quite a bit of fun waking me up. I hated it. I hated the fact that this little device was telling me to leave my comfortable bed to attend school, one of my worst nightmares. It was my last year, but unlike what I originally thought, the idea of attending high school, even knowing I'd only have to deal with the bullying one last year before finally being free, did not make me as happy as it should have.  

Indeed, I was not what you would consider popular at school. I was on the nerdy side of the spectrum and people enjoyed bullying me for it. Not that there was anything wrong with being a nerd but apparently, it made me so different from others that I wasn't considered 'enough' to be treated as a decent human being. My oversized hoodies and glasses were their reason to ostracize me and funnily enough, I never bothered telling anyone about it. Though, I'm pretty sure my family was powerful enough to shut the school down with the snap of their fingers, it just never seemed worth it.

After turning off my alarm, I got out of bed, washed up and headed downstairs to find my older brother, passed out on the couch in our large living room. Walking up to him, I gently nudged his shoulder, a faint attempt at waking him up, and he slowly opened his eyes, instantly turning towards me to look at me. Once the sleepiness faded a little and he realized I was the one standing in front of him, he sat up properly and yawned. He seemed exhausted and I figured he had worked until late into the night the previous day.

"At what time did you leave the office last night?"

I could tell he was barely making out the words leaving my mouth, but he tried his best to understand and a faint 'three in the morning' was all he could muster up. He was working that hard because of me, because our parents were barely ever home, and he felt like it was his responsibility to take care of me. No words could ever describe how grateful I was but seeing my brother overwork himself and waste his youth for me just broke my heart.

Understandably, he was still very much tired, so I helped him back to bed, had a quick breakfast and left for school since I did not want to be late. As I was walking peacefully, my thoughts desperately trying to find a way to avoid as many people as possible that day, I heard someone calling my name. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned back to greet the only people who'd be this loud this early in the morning. Despite the bullying, I had a few friends whom I genuinely enjoyed spending time with, and I could immediately tell when any of them were around.

The one screaming after me like someone who had just escaped an asylum was Angie, my best friend since middle school. I wouldn't describe her as the 'leader', but she was the one who'd take the decisions for us and protect us whenever we needed to be. Not in a forceful way, though, we just knew she'd try to do the best thing for all of us. Her thick, curly black hair and brown eyes were her most prominent features and whenever I'd spot them in the crowd at school, a feeling of comfort would overcome any fear or anxiety I might have felt previously. 

She was walking alongside another one of our close friends, Esme. Esme was the total opposite of Angie, who seemed to have lava running in her veins, and instead was calm and collected. People would refer to her as the quiet and shy redhead, but her tongue was sharp enough to cut metal. No one would even think of saying anything bad about her because they knew whatever she'd say in retaliation would hurt. And hurt a lot.

"(y/n)? (y/n)! Are you listening?"

Angie had been talking to me for a bit while we walked to school, but I guess I had zoned out at some point without realizing it. I smiled apologetically at her, and she just signed at me before flicking my forehead.

"Focus girl. Not everyone will be as forgiving as me."

Not long after, we reached the school gates and bumped into the two remaining members of our group, Eva and Angel. Angel was leaning against a wall and Eva was sitting on a bench right next to him* and she was happily giggling, probably at some stupid joke he had made. Those two were identical twins however, it was easy to tell them apart. Eva was the more outgoing one of the pair, always dressing to impress, her long blonde hair and blue eyes making it hard to not notice her. Angel, on the other hand, was more 'boyish'. He tried his best to lay low, his short brownish hair always hidden under his hood, and enjoyed his peace and quiet. He was the eldest of the group and would be unnoticeable around other people yet, he was the goofy one whenever it would be just us.

We talked for a while, catching up on what everyone had spent their time doing over the break. Soon, Angie had to go, and we parted ways as we all had different classes to attend, and they were mostly on opposite sides of the building. As I had expected, my way to class was rough. Students would whisper and glare at me, some even going as far as throwing paper balls. Even as I entered my classroom, I could feel everyone staring daggers into my soul as if I had murdered someone important to them in my previous life, and all I could do was sigh to myself and take a seat at the very far back of the room.   

It didn't take that much time before the teacher came in and I could hear squeals all around. However, unlike what Angie had advised me just a few moments prior, I had ended up zoning out again, not paying attention to anything happening around me and even worst yet, not noticing the classroom suddenly going quiet. Once it finally clicked, I turned to the side to figure out what was happening and was surprised to see my vision blocked by someone. Looking up to see who it was, all the blood drained from my face as I saw the teacher sarcastically smiling down at me.

"I'm sorry but I think basic manners would be that you at least acknowledge your new teacher, don't you think so too?"

That was the signal for the others to openly start with their bullying and they all started making fun of me. The school year had barely started, and I was already tired of it. All I wished at that moment was for my alarm to start buzzing again and that this whole situation would be another one of my many nightmares. Ironic, isn't it? 

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*Angel uses he/him pronouns