Naughty Professor (Min Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 6: Park Jimin

^^^^ When they say you can't use a dead meme anymore.

Once your class is over you begin to pack your things when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn and it's Dr.Min.
He looks you over from head to toe as if to confirm some suspicion. You almost begin to sweat under his catlike gaze when he speaks.

"Miss (Y/N)."

You blink, "Yes....?"

"Judging from your outfit, I see that you're a fan of the underground rapper AgustD?"

Your eyes light up at the chance to fangirl.

"Yeah! I love him! His lyricism and flow are insane. He make music I can feel? You know? But not like when a good singer hits a certain note or you hear an emotional song.... it's like-

"You can hear the sound of their soul. And it resonates with you."

A soft smile spreads to your lips. "Yeah."

He steps closer, his thin frame towering over you. He's looking down at you but there's something about it. There's a look in his eyes. It's intense and overwhelming so much so that you feel weak in the knees. It feels like an eternity when suddenly the intercom blares with last minute announcements. You don't notice his presence dissolving into its usual nonchalant form, still hovering over you. The sound of his voice breaks your trance.

"I hope you meet my expectations Miss.(Y/N). I wouldn't want you to perform as poorly as our little problem child during class today."

Your breath catches in your throat. "Of course not! I want this more than anything!"

"Hmm..." His raspy voice vibrates in his throat.
You damn near pass out from the sound. "You smell like Junkook's cologne." He says. "I hope that's not for any particular reason."

You flush red. "I-It's not like that I'm just his TA A-And.-

"It's alright, I more than anyone know how that brat can be. But don't let that make you think he's a bad person even if he isn't the best influence. The same goes for all of your Professors. You may not be aware but I hand picked you to be in this school. You're quite the prodigy." The look comes back again but only for a split second as he lifts your chin up with a finger. "My prodigy." You can't breath.

"You may go now, eat well and get some sleep, it's to early for me to be keeping you up all night."

"What?" You say astonished.

"With homework and compositions silly girl. You have bags under you eyes. What did you think I meant?"

Your eyes go wide in realization. "Nothing! Ah um, see you tomorrow Professor!" You back away from him his finger sliding from under your chin as you rush out the door. Damn it! You're going to be late to class again on the first day thanks to another teacher. It okay though it's just dance classes where you'll probably spend the period hiding in the dressing rooms and contemplating your life choices.

When you arrive at class you see your professor leading the class in stretches through the glass that separates the hall from the dance studio. Are all the teachers hot or am I hallucinating? You watch the man with a body seemingly from the gods stretch. He spots you through the glass and raises his eyebrows in question. You're too emotionally drained to give an excuse and continue heading straight to the dressing rooms.

You change into your spandex and a red T-Shirt and walk into the studio. They're still stretching and you just play along, going through the motions. It's actually quite relaxing and you feel your anxiety slipping away. When you're finished the Professor turns on some random classical and demonstrates some simple moves. As the class practices he calls you to the side.