Naughty Professor (Min Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 1: Mr.Tae

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The fist bell has rung and you're keeping a steady pace as you make your way to your first class. It's pure commotion as you cut down the hall ways and squeeze into the elevator to get to the 3rd floor.

It's starting to feel a like the walls are closing in, being squished between so many people. Your personal space is nonexistent and the people behind you keep accidentally brushing you butt.

The elevator finally comes to your floor and you're free of the tight space. You bump into people as you make your way to wooden doors that leads into the Art Room.

When you step in you realize there's a coat rack by the door and you shrug off your jacket. After hanging it up you pull your sketch book out of your bag and make your way to a desk.

The classroom is almost like it's own mini auditorium with steps leading down to an open floor space where there's a large pin board, an easel, and a tall wooden stool.

You try not to trip and fall down the steps as you slide into a row and make your way to the desk closest to the wall. Your desk is interesting as well. There's also a stool, but the bottom part is a metal pole that sticks out of the ground with a black round cushion perched on top.

The professor is no where to be seen so you take this time to analyze the classroom. Everywhere you look you see beautiful works of art in large frames. More noticeably a massive oil painting of Starry Night in a swirly gold frame that takes up half the wall on the other side of the classroom. Even more so a self portrait of Vincent Van Gogh himself hanging above the pin board.

While you are distracted by the art work the classroom fills up and the last bell rings.

Not long after that someone, well not just anyone, but the professor, enters from a random panel in the wall which you now realize was just a well hidden door, it didn't have a handle so you were confused as to how it would open from the outside but you soon lost interest when you saw him.

The first thing you notice is the odd beauty of his face. You can't quite describe his smooth yet angular features.

His dark brown hair is brushed back underneath a beret so you can see his forehead.

Then you look him over. He's wearing a thin, black turtleneck sweater that's nit in a vertical stripe pattern, it outlines his upper chest, torso, and lean yet muscular arms. He's wearing tight plaid dress pants that rise slightly on his ankles. His dress shoes are a pale brown leather.

This is your art professor, Kim Taehyung you remember; calmly perches himself on the tall wooden stool.

He has the floor and he sits with perfect posture, crossing one leg over the other as he begins to speak. His voice is like a plush velvet carpet, smooth and deep.

"Good morning everyone, welcome back and for those who don't know me already I am your art teacher, Professor Kim Taehyung, but you can just call me Mr.Tae. If you're wondering why I'm not offering my last name let's just say there's one too many Kim's on campus (some students giggle at this), as well as I'd prefer to be more personal with my students."

You nearly choke at the last bit. You could definitely get personal with this beautiful man.

Snap out of it, what about your ultimate bias?