Mr. Jeon| Jikook

the english class

"yah stop making fun of me chim, you are no fun"  hobi hyung sat next to me on a wooden chair and hit my arm teasingly. 

"excuji me? you are acting like it's not oblivious that you have a relationship with our music teacher since the end of our first year in this school!"  i whispered-yelled at him. it sometimes pisses me how he denies his relationship. like i'm supporting him even if it's a relationship with a teacher. 

as i shut my mouth the bell rang and our english teacher came to the class, mr. kim namjoon.

"good morning class, let's start our class shall we?"  he started speaking in english. like really the school literally started and he is speaking in our first class, in english. now, how can i understand him, my brain is so dead after our summer holidays. 

and the essay i brought today was from my last year i forgot to bring it. oops.

as the professor started the class my eyes made their way into the class.

girls, boys, the bad ones and the good ones. 

my eyes landed on him.

i saw him talking and flirting with other girls and boys. when i wanted to look away he looked in my way and our eyes met. i stares at him i don't know how long but when i brought myself, in reality, i saw him smirked at me. that was the moment when my heart skipped a beat. and HE FUCKING WINKED AT ME. OH, MY JIBOOTY. i blushed and looked away immediately. 

the sound of a bell ringing was heard, my stuff was placed in my backpack and i brought my legs in front of mr. kim's table to give him my essay. 

"here is the essay i forgot to give you mr. kim"  i said shyly with an eye smile on my face.

he laughed at me, he then smiled and i saw his adorable dimples. how cute. then told me that I'm silly that i didn't have to bring it. but he said it was okay and took it with him.

my head was looking down at my feet and i slowly trod to exit the class. 

i hit someone's chest because i wasn't looking where i was going and i might fall down but then i felt someone holding my waist tightly so i didn't fall down on the dirty floor. i looked up at him.

i felt embarrassed.

"i am sorry mr. jeon i wasn't looking where i was going and thank you." i spook as i looked at his eyes and smiles slightly. 

"its okay mm?" 

"jimin. park jimin."

"its okay mr. park but be careful next time"

as we talked he was holding my waist and didn't took his hands away.

"mmm mr. jeon you are..-"

"oh, my bad. i'm sorry."  he took his hand away from my waist. i felt a bit disappointed because i wasn't feeling the warmth of his hands anymore on my waist.