How i met Mr.Park /BTS fanfiction/JIKOOK

Oh, That Stopped His Snickering

Jungkook's pov ~

"Oh Jimin" Mrs Min starts "Someone already sits in that seat. Here -" Her eyes scan the room until they fall upon the empty seat next to me. 

No.

No. No. Don't you dare say-

"Jimin, sit next to Jeon Jungkook,  please."

Well fuck.

  I groan as Jimin sauntered his way up the back, not giving a care in the world. He plopped down next to me and grinned.

 "Hey, cutie." He smirked and oh my was it cute. I huffed and blew hair out my eyes trying to distract myself from the fact my cheeks were going a very noticeable shade of red. For 20 minutes we scribbled in our notebooks in absolute silence, that was until the teacher wanted us to work on a modern slavery project.

With a partner. That's sitting the closest to you, for easiness.

Easiness my ass. This is gonna be hell.

"So" Jimin clears his throat. "Jungkook, since we have 3 weeks for this project you should come to my house and we can work on it more. That will give us more time on the project" Jimin nods with that stupid smirk plastered on. How many times has he shown his dimples to me?

I pondered my response, after all, I'm not allowing myself to seem too eager.

"I'll think about it." 

Great, Jungkook. Absolute mastermind.

 "Good" was all Jimin added. Welp, I guess that's the conversation over. 

I'm focusing on writing notes, my hair was sweeping against the table as I got closer and closer to the desk. I needed as many notes as I could since I doubt the prince of Alice's table knew anything about modern day slavery. However, I did notice a baby pink pencil prodding at my pencil case. Jimin poked my pencil case once, twice, three times until it started to move towards the end of the desk.

"Jimin -" I grumbled from under my hair "If that pencil case falls I will not hesitate to rip your-"

My pencil case landed on the floor with a clatter. All my stationary rolled around the floor and managed to fall into the most impractical places. I still continue to scribble notes, my head doesn't lift up.

"What the fuck, Jimin? Are you that much of an attention whore that you can't simply just sit and behave like a normal person for twenty minutes?" A snort was all I received. Hmm, weird. I was expecting some sort of insult or even better, a pick-up line. I waited a few seconds and was ready to scold him again for ignoring me but I made direct eye contact with Mrs Min instead. Did she hear what I said?

"Your language, Jeon Jungkook." I swallowed and tried to stare at anything besides the fire in her eyes. Yes, she probably heard everything.

"I'm sorry mi-"

"I do not want to hear it!" She scoffed, her hand signalling me to walk out the class caught my attention. I scraped the chair on the floor as I stood up and walked out the class, mortified would be an understatement. While grabbing the door handle I heard Jimin snicker very loudly behind me. 

Mrs Min walked back towards her desk, not giving me a second glance as she passed. "Oh Mr Park, you're not excused either." 

Oh, that stopped his snickering. 

"I'm sorry, what?" He squeaked. 

"Get. Out. My. Classroom. I don't care if you're the heir to your father's business. You do not get away with vandalising my student's property, I saw what you did so pick up Jungkook's stationary and stand outside."