BTS Scenario

~Park Jimin~

-Teacher AU-

Damn you Park Jimin!

This words chanted in your head as you slowly walked towards the gym. Of course, this was another act of bullying from your classmates. You weren't especially popular, actually, you were a loner and the people around you didn't care to change that.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when you walked into your math classroom to find no one was there. You walked around trying to find your class, yet you ended up asking the secretary instead of wandering around like a lost chicken. It was already late and you didn't want to waste more time on your irrational classmates for not telling you that the class has been changed.

Worst of all was that you now had to deal with Mr. Park, your gym teacher, which also found it extremely necessary to mock and pick on you for every little mistake and thing you couldn't do in his period.

This brings you to this point, walking slowly into the gym cursing out your annoying teacher. You know how this will end.

You saw your classmates practicing dancing tango with each other and your teacher instructed them from afar.

Before you could reconsider your decision of showing up, your teacher shouted your name.
You growled to yourself.

Damn you Park Jimin!

"Miss Oh, I see you don't find any importance in showing up on time, I guess you won't need any practice for the upcoming maskball."

Oh man. You totally forgot that the following Friday the school arranged some stupid ball. Somehow you managed to miss the flashy flyers in the halls and the excited whispers by the lockers.

What you for sure didn't know was the fact that your class had decided to take the opening dance duty.

"Ah... I am truly sorry...", you said looking at the ground. Gosh, this embarrassment. The bell signalized the end of class and Mr.Park dismissed all the students. Except you.

" Miss Oh this event will mark half of the grade, for you, it would be best to impress me. I'll be your partner."

"What if I won't come?" you questioned provocatively. He took a step forward, so now he was especially close to your face.

"I'll make sure to not only fail you in sports but also any other class I have slightly influence in. Remember I am a handsome man also to the adult female population in this school."

Damn, that marked like 80 ℅ of the teachers. You huffed in his face and take a turn to run out. From behind Mr. Park shouted he will be waiting by the food stand.

Damn you Park Jimin!

Unfortunately for Jimin, you, in fact, had won serval prizes in standard dances before. Still, you went home that day and practiced your heart out. No way that beautiful brat will make you lose your scholarship.
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Friday came along and you dressed in your old black tango dress with a beautiful lacy mask you made yourself. Mr. Park wanted a surprise? Hell, you're gonna give him that.

You walked your way to the blonde figure, clearly and undoubtedly Mr.Park, who was surprisingly alone.

Honestly, you really thought there was a crowd around him, but nothing. You walked up to him and hissed a loud: ' I'm here!'

Before Jimin could comment on your little outburst, music started playing and you dragged him to the middle of the dancefloor. Other classmates were making their way as well.

For the first few steps, you went easy on him and started with some basic steps. Jimin smirked in a way a teacher would when catching a student with no homework.

Damn you Park Jimin!

You decided to take a step forward and changed your footwork slightly signalizing him that you wanted to show him a modern Argentino. That slapped the smartass smirk from his face and he concentrated on your movements.

This tho wasn't the only preparation you made. Dear Park Jimin you wanted a surprise gift, but I am giving you a full course surprise party.

Driven by the music you abruptly stopped, chest to chest. Your gaze wandered to his and you could see his eyes took a darker tone. You took this vulnerable moment to mess a little with him.

You slide your foot backward and snapped it in front of you making your lips nearly touching each other. You looked at his lips, tempted to just lean the inch in and start a full-on make-out session, but he was your teacher for goodness sake.

Instead, you smiled it off and twirled out of his grip leaving him with a way too obvious sexual frustrated expression on his shining face. Facing his back you took his arm that was weirdly hanging in the air in one hand while sliding the other hand down Jimin's upper arm, as your foot slide to the side.

His face turned to look at you but you didn't let eye contact happen. You knew if you did, you would forget all about the world and drown in an ocean full of blue eyes.

Somehow you felt Jimin's annoyance as he spooned you with the hand you were holding and giving you a slice of your own medicine. You ended up leaning your back against his arm and his face coming uncomfortably close to your neck. He breathed out and made your hair on the back of your neck rise.

Damn you Park Jimin!

Moving back to basic Modern Argentino you noticed that the crowd somehow stopped and looked at you both in awe and envy. This might have been not such a bad idea, maybe you'll get at least some respect from your classmates from now on.

Turning heads back to Jimin you whispered a 'should we wrap it up' to which Jimin nodded and let you twirl out of his hand once again while still holding one arm. You spoon back again with force and jumped holding his hips in between your legs.

His hand moved quickly on your upper leg and unhooked you fastly and with one more twirl you hooked your left leg to his left upper leg and raised your right leg up in the air. And so did the music stop leaving you in the awkward position, where you looked like kissing from an outsiders perspective.

"Miss Oh, I think we need to see each other more often after class," he said with a small peck on your lips that no one could have possibly seen. Your face flushed.

Damn you Park Jimin!

The rest of the evening went pretty normal, Jimin went back to the food stand, not accepting any attempt at a conversation with other students, but you noticed that he often starred at you and even glared at male students talking to you.

Damn me and my Tango skills!

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(A/n)

So this was a bitch to write like it not only took forever but also my mind sort of blacked out? I actually wrote this once but accidentally deleted it and finally, it is done once again. Hurray to me. Edited. T.T

Pls kill me now...