Imagines

✘ Mr.Kim - Taehyung

You stared blankly out of the dirty glass of your class window, letting out a deep sigh as the loud distinct sound of the school bell indicated the end of your math class.

You hated math and to top it all off, the teacher was incredibly dreary in her lessons.

So with a rather exaggerated groan, you stood up from your seat and swept all of your school supplies that had been littered all over the table; into your little white bag, swinging it over your shoulder before you took to the door,leading into the hallway flooded with high-schoolers.
You had one more class left for the day.

Art.

Which meant you got to see Mr Kim. The youngest teacher at the school whom every girl, guy and teacher wanted a piece of.
But who could blame them?
He was built like a Greek god, from his slender tall stature to his perfect strong features that were framed by his silky looking ashy blonde hair.

Mr. Kim was your favorite teacher as well--but not because of his looks and charm.
He had a real knack for his job; a way of getting the class to be willingly participant. In other words, a certain je ne sais quoi that made everyone want to pay attention.

You smiled widely as you thought of his excited grin and his deep voice that erupted from his perfectly pink lips.

Okay maybe you had a little crush on him. But who could possibly blame you?
You shook the thought of him from your mind, knowing your fantasies would remain unobtainable.

You took a deep breath as you approached the class at the end of the corridor. Suddenly feeling immensely insecure to be in the presence of Mr. Kim.
You pushed the strange feeling to the back of your mind as you entered the room, packed with chattering art students.
The room was filled with light from the many open windows placed strategically around the area and it smelt of wet paint and scented markers.
Mr Kim stood up from his desk and greeted you with a large rectangular smile.

" Ah Y/N, I'm glad to see you!"
he spoke as he came to where you were standing, resting his sizable hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
A light blush crept onto your face at the feel of his large palm against your sightly exposed shoulder due to your oversized sweater.
Mr. Kim released you from his gentle hold then signalled for you to take a seat; in which you complied.
Then he walked to the center of the room, looking around before he spoke.
" Okay, class"
he paused, to look down at his planner on his desk.

" Today we're going to have some fun, we're going to make pottery!" enthusiasm and eagerness evident in his tone.

You sighed deeply as you buried your head in your hands at the thought of clay getting stuck between your fingernails.
You weren't a fan of pottery. You always made a mess and it wasn't a good, artistic mess. It was a chaotic mess.

Mr Kim continued to speak, giving out instructions on where to find the clay and how to set up station at your desk. You did as the class was told, plopping down at your separate desk in the far corner of the room with all your art instruments.
You laid the blob of clay on the disk shaped bat, dipping your fingers in water before you began pinching the damp clay into shape.
Five seconds later, the clay flew to the floor.
You jumped out of your seat, swooping down to grab the clay quickly before anyone could notice what you did.
'Really, Y/N?!'
You inwardly scold yourself.
You scowled as you placed the clay back onto the rapidly spinning disk, trying to steady it while you attempted to mold it into a flat shape. The wetness of your fingers only made it soggy and hard to grasp.