seduction in literature | p.jm + m.yg

06 | girlfriend stealer

Jimin walks out of the lecture hall in a daze, his mind filled with nothing but his words.

Maybe I am.

It's not so much about the meaning, but rather, the way he talks and the way his lips seem to move so fluidly and languidly as the syllables flow from the tip of his tongue.

Jimin knows he's forming an unhealthy obsession with his teacher, but he doesn't want to stop. Not yet. Not just yet. Yoongi is a walking mystery that he can't seem to crack. Despite knowing him for only a day or so, Jimin knows that there's something there. There's a seed of want planted in his very being, the seed that is responsible for the thumping of Jimin's heart whenever the man is within a twenty metre distance from him.

"What does that even mean?" Jimin mumbles absentmindedly as he slings his bag further up his shoulder. "Maybe I am? Maybe I am a good liar? He's a liar?"

He suddenly thinks of the time when Mr Min had fetched him home, and he recalls his teacher's face as he stood in front of him in the pouring rain. What was that expression? What was that emotion? Maybe I should stop reading too much into it, Jimin thinks. Maybe he's just toying with me.

And Jimin gets it, he really does. In that moment, he realises the sad truth — Jimin doesn't know Yoongi at all.

Sure, Yoongi is a teacher. He teaches literature. He wears black. He owns a black car. He's cool, calm and collected. He's most likely secretly nice, since he brought Jimin home and didn't call him out for sleeping in his class on the first day.

But other than these... nothing. Jimin knows nothing.

With a defeated sigh, Jimin lets out a gasp as his head collides with a chest. He feels hands reaching out to steady him, before he hears a melodious chuckle near his ear.

"Hey Jimin!"

The shy boy looks up, smiling when he sees Taehyung's face looming over him. Jimin notices that the taller boy has an extremely radiant grin, and for a second, he forgets about the confusing conversation he's had moments ago with Yoongi.

"Are you having a break now, or are you going to your next lesson?" Taehyung chirps, swinging an arm around Jimin, comfortably draping it across his shoulders. Because Jimin is so petite, Jimin is almost enveloped under his new friend's jacket. Taehyung doesn't seem to notice, and he continues to drag Jimin along the corridor.

"I've got a vocal lesson in thirty minutes," Jimin mutters, causing Taehyung to look down at him. The widest, box-like smile stretches across his face, and he tugs Jimin closer while excitement gleams in his eyes.

"Well, there's still an hour till my next lesson, so... wanna hang out?"

"Sure," Jimin replies, blinking when the male drags him towards the stairs. "Where are we going?"

"The rooftop cafe, duh."

* * *

Jimin did not know that there was a rooftop cafe in his college. His jaw nearly dropped to the ground when the quaint little cafe came into view. The whole setup is so aesthetically pleasing — the interior is minimalistic, consisting of lush potted plants scattered around each corner of the cafe, sleek marble countertops, and white chairs with gold accents adorning their legs.

"And opposite the cafe are where all the music rooms are. See that building? But they're mainly for music students though."

Jimin can only nod absentmindedly, his eyes wandering wildly. As they enter the cafe, Jimin is hit with a pleasing aroma of coffee. In his opinion, coffee doesn't always taste good, but the fragrance it emits when it's brewed is nothing short of amazing. In fact, Jimin doesn't even like coffee; he much prefers a warm cup of hot chocolate, or a nicely strained iced tea.