Finest Jin

Miraculous

"JinYoung; you did your homework!" I flinched, hearing how incredulous my own voice sounded. He leaned back, draping one arm over the back of his seat, winking at me.

"Miracles happen." The girl behind him sniggered. I flipped to the second page of the assignment. Every question was filled out. In his own handwriting, none the less.

"It all seems to be in order. I am impressed." The cheeky little devil feigned nonchalance. 

"I found motivation."

I was two chairs behind him collecting papers. Motivation? Wait...

"What's her name?" Several students laughed at this. JinYoung clutched his chest as though wounded. 

"Can't a guy surprise his teacher with a well written assignment?" 

Now I had to snort. 

"Yes, a guy can. But not you. JinYoung, this is the end of December. There are 4 weeks left until winter break. This is the first assignment that you deemed worthy of your time and attention." I headed back to the front of the classroom, the miraculous paper nestled among the others in the pile I held. My head seemed to be shaking of its' own accord. "Don't get me wrong, I am pleased. I am even excited to grade this and see what your thoughts are on sentence structure and short stories. I just can't help but think that it must be some pretty young thing that got your motivation engaged." 

JinYoung shrugged and stretched, giving flirty side-eye to the girl sitting across from him. Flirting was in this kids' blood. The bell rang and the class began the bustle of class shifting. As they filed past, I called to JinYoung. He over exaggerated a sigh and turned, eyes rolling disdainfully in his head. 

"Yes, Miss Ay?" He slouched over my desk, palms flat, head hanging. I smirked at his acting skills. Perhaps he was destined for a stage after all.

"Does she only like smart guys?" JinYoung groaned. I ignored his misery, keeping my eyes on the briefcase I was stuffing the papers into. He squirmed. An ant under a microscope. I knew I was being cruel, but this brat had been driving me crazy for months. I planned to enjoy this. 

"Miss Ay...I have Maths..." I actually felt pity for the punk. I sighed, still keeping my eyes down.

"Does she go to this school? You can at least answer that." JinYoung dramatically thumped his head on the desk twice, then left it there, his eyes scrunched shut in agony. 

His answer was a pathetic whisper.

"She does..." I had to bite my lip to hold in the smug grin.

"You may go." JinYoung practically bounded from the classroom, leaving my co-teacher and I in silent hysterics in his wake. 

"That was too much fun!" I high-fived my co-teacher. She was nodding and wiping the tears from her eyes. My cellphone pinged. It was SeokJin.

"I am here to pick you up. I am parked behind the school." My eyebrows almost hit my hairline. He was here. He had come here for ME. It was truly a day of miracles. I shouldered my bag, bid my colleague farewell and hurried down the hall. 

How had Jin known it was my half-day? I had an early dismissal every Wednesday, I hadn't realized he had remembered that. In the last 6 weeks, I had seen him at least every week. We had gone to 2 unique cafes, several walks along the Han river, eaten in 3 different restaurants and had a hilarious, but disastrous, theatre attendance at a comedy act wherein my hangul, while much improved, could not keep up to the performance. Jin laughed at the show, I laughed at Jin. As he got more subconscious about his laugh, it got squeakier and louder and soon we were both doubled over, our stomachs clenching from uncontrollable laughter. We were definitely attracting attention, so I had grabbed Jins' hand and dragged him from the auditorium. After, I stood in the alley, gasping for air and wiping the remnants of my mascara from my cheeks. When at last he had collected his breath and composure, Jin had held me against him. First one arm wrapped around me, then another.  I listened to the last rumblings of his giggles through his chest. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. There had been a long pause of eye contact and I could feel his muscles tense with hesitation. He was debating. At long last, I broke the gaze and looked down. I knew this was all new to him and it felt new to me too. Another moment would come. There was no need to rush things. He hadn't discussed "being BTS" yet and I pretended not to know. He was uncomfortable sharing that information, and I wouldn't press him.