Naughty Professor (Min Yoongi X Reader)

Prolouge: Outcast

"(Y/N) hurry up and finish your breakfast, you don't want to be late on your first day of school do you?" You mother chirped as she grabbed your car keys off the island and dangled them in your face.

It's your Junior year and this was the day you'd be attending the top private high school in the country: Bangtan Performing Arts Academy.

Now how did your poor ass even afford much less get in to this prestigious school?

You were hardworking and talented.

Sophomore year you'd managed to showcase your skill on the violin by winning 3rd place in the nationwide talent show and landing a full scholarship. But not just for anything, for music.

Attending this Academy was a dream come true in pursuing your music carrer.

As a both a birthday gift and reward for your accomplishments your parents had bought you a car and a small appartement ten minutes out from your new school.

You were grateful because you knew how much they had sacrificed to get you where you needed to go. Your mom had stayed with you for the night to get you settled in but she would be leaving and driving two and a half hours back home.

She grabbed her own car keys and headed out the front door.

"I'm all set," I said as you put your dirty dishes in the sink and walked towards the front door where your backpack, coat, and violin case were placed.

You slung them both on, picked up your case and made your way to the stairs where your mom was standing, locking the door behind you.

She smiled sweetly as you walked down to the parking lot together.

She stopped beside you as you opened your back door and slung your bag in the backseat. You buckled your violin in, gave it a sweet pat and turned to your mother.

She immediately gripped you into a big hug. She was shorter than you and she buried her face in your neck.

"My baby girl's growing up and doing big things," she cried, voice muffled by your hair.

"Thanks Mom," you said as you squeezed her back lovingly.

Finally she let you go. Eyes watery she walked to her car cranked it and drove off before she had the chance to break down.

That was the last time you'd see her for two weeks at least. They would wire you money to survive and send you text and calls but that was the most contact you were going to have for a while.

"Well (Y/N), let's get it." You smiled to yourself as you cranked the car and drove off into the city.

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You finally arrived. Pulling out your student ID to scan at the gate. It rolled open and you drove in.

The school looked like a massive brick mansion. It was beautiful with green hedge, water fountains and stone walkways. You turned into student parking and got out.

As you gathered yourself you noticed something.

This was not a uniformed school and all the kids around you were dressed in designer. There didn't seem to be too much of a strict dress code either. The kids in the parking lot gave you weird looks as they hopped out of their expensive cars.

Suddenly you felt like an outcast.

Hey! Don't hate on my 'yoda, it's cute and probably cost less to fill my tank than it does to fuel your ego's!

You huffed and raised yourself high, you deserved to be here just as much as they did.

You strode up to the school with confidence. You looked pretty rebellious in your leather jacket, blue crop top that rose slightly under your belly button that had 'Agust D' plastered in black spray paint style on the front, black jeans ripped at the kneecaps, a white belt and combat boots. Your hair was put up in a cute bun, bangs out and brushing your forehead. You weren't a makeup kind of girl but you'd do the basics, just so you had an excuse to highlight the shit out of your face.

What can you say? A shistar loved to be snatched!

You continued to get looks as you strode past the main fountain and skipped up the steps. You came to the massive double door entrance and went inside. You decided to take a sit on a bench and wait for the first bell to ring.

You open you backpack and decide pull out your poetry book, but just before you can a girl with short pink hair is gushing in front of you.

"OMG!" She screams. "I love your style and your makeup and just everything!" She compliments you with a wide smile. You blush. "Thanks," you say back with a smaller more shy smile.

"Aww you're so cute! I'm Jenny," she holds out her hand. Jenny is super thin and she's wearing a high-waisted jean skirt with a frilly top tucked into it. She has black Mary Jane  shoes to top it off.

You take her hand, she has a surprisingly strong grip.

"Can I sit here?" "Sure," You reply scooting over. You begin a lengthy conversation. Turns out she's a musician too, she sings. That reminds you of one of your classes.

Voice lessons with Professor Kim Seokjin.

That leads you to compare schedules. She has quite a few core classes but you have Psychology and voice lessons together. She asked you why you had so many electives.

You'd basically gained all the core class credits you needed except for a Study of something, which left you with a load of extra electives to fill the rest of your schedule. You were required to take two music courses and be in two ensembles. You chose show choir and concert choir.

Jenny then made the comment that you basically had all classes with the hottest Professors on campus. Taking this into consideration you looked over your schedule.

Period; Class; Professor

1st: Art; Kim Taehyung (elective)
2nd: Psychology; Kim Namjoon
3rd: Vocal Quality; Kim Seokjin
4th: Construction (elective); Jeon Jungkook

Lunch 11:30

5th: Music Theory: Min Yoongi
6th: Contemporary Dance (elective);
Park Jimin
7th: Hip-Hop Dance (elective);
Jung Hoseok
8th: Study Hall

Elective classes were for people who weren't eligible to take the actual rigorous courses that the school provided. For example if you wanted to take advanced construction I'd be called Architecture instead. You weren't allowed to take advanced contemporary or hip-hop without auditioning for that specific dance program. Same goes for my music theory course.

You couldn't wait to meet Professor Min, you'd read all about him. Seen all his awards. You even played some of his published solo pieces on the violin. You imagined an intellectual with a vibrant and snappy personality. He was probably a cat person and liked laying out in the sun.

He was going to love you and appreciate your talent. Even better, he was supposedly hot! You got bubbly inside just thinking about it.

Then you snapped out of it and remembered that the man who had your heart was the one and only underground rapper Agust D. He was the definition of lyrical genius and a true mystery.

It's crazy how someone who's never shown their face has a such a huge fan base.