One Sister, Seven Brothers, and More Memories {BTS}

Substitute

You grabbed your government books and another book from a class a couple hours earlier in case you got some extra time in your fifth hour class to get some homework done. You closed your locker door shut and started heading down the long hallway to your class.

A male classmate walked out and you smirked as he approached you. "Forget something again?"

He grinned. "You know it, (Y/N/N). Your brother said to get some homework to work on so if you don't have it with you. Mrs. Song obviously didn't leave any lesson plans, as usual."

"My brother?" you questioned, but your friend was already heading to his locker. You shrugged it off and walked into the classroom, completely ignoring the teacher's desk which was crowded by girls, and straight to your desk as the back of the class.

"I would prefer to be called Mr. Kim," a male voice commented.

"What about oppa?" a girl giggled. You recognized that it belonged to girl that seemed to be dating a million guys at one time.

"Only one person is allowed to call me that," the male answered.

"But oppa!"

"Ah, ah, ah," the male chided. "Call me that again and I'll leave Mrs. Song a bad report."

"Jimin!" you exclaimed once the voice finally registered in your brain. You snapped your fingers as you said his name, turning around. You pointed at the teacher's desk as the crowd of girls parted, revealing your blonde haired sibling, smiling ear to ear.

"Did you get homework to do, sis?"

You nodded and walked up the desk, usually occupied by an old lady who wore hot pink glasses and drank coffee every day. "Why are you here?"

"I'm subbing!" Jimin cheered. "Mrs. Song absolutely adorded me when I was in high school, so when she saw I had signed up to be a sub, she asked me to come and fill in for her."

"So we're not doing anything today?" the girl beside you asked.

Jimin shook his head. "Just work on homework. Now go back to your seats," he whined, swatting at you and your classmates. "It's weird for you guys to crowd around me."

Once everyone was in their seats and the bell had rung, Jimin cleared his throat. Everyone's attention was drawn to him and you caught a few girls giggle and smile as he scanned the class room. "Uh, you guys proabably know me already, but since we're in the classroom, call me Mr. Kim. It makes me sound more professional."

"Jimin," you chuckled.

"Mr. Kim," Jimin corrected, making eye contact with you.

"Jimin," you repeated. You best friend scooted beside you and you both started chanting his name.

"Okay fine!" Jimin laughed. "It's Jimin. Now I fully expect you guys to do some type of work."

"No," you said, shaking your head.

The guy you talked to earlier stood up. He was the trouble maker of the class. "We should go play outside."

"Are you guys allowed to do that?" Jimin asked.

"Yes," the boy responded. "We should all go play and maybe take the bus and go out for lunch."

"I don't know if I can do that," Jimin said as he stood up. "But I think we can go play outside."

"Yes!" the whole class cheered.

"You're the best substitute!" a girl squealed as she stood up from her chair.

"This is why I like your family," your best friend said as you walked to the door.

"I know right," you snickered.

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Y'all, I'm planning a new story that I really shouldn't be I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Also, I watched daydream in the locker room yesterday and I felt so attacked