Art's Rarest Form {Bts x reader} (On Hiatus)

Chapter 7: Aspire To Be Her

"Are you serious?"

You let out a heavy sigh at the high-pitched voice that rang through your ears, rolling your eyes as you stretched your leg out in front of you, hands massaging the muscles of your leg.

"Yeah! Park Jimin is going to be our teacher!"

A loud chorus of squeals filled the classroom, making you huff out in annoyance. Those girls had been squealing since they walked into the room, fawning over their new Pas De Deux teacher....Park Jimin.

You honestly didn't know what they saw in him. He was conceited, arrogant and pompous.

Actually, now that you thought about it...He was just their type.

You stretched your arms over your head, rolling your neck to loosen yourself up for your class.

You were actually nervous.

You needed to pass this class in order to graduate...If you failed, you would be forced to retake the year and you didn't want to do that...especially when Park Jimin was the newest teacher on campus.

But, you had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well...First of all: You didn't work well with others...You preferred to work alone...But Pas De Deux translated to "The Dance of Two" Which meant that you would have to have a partner whether you wanted to or not.

Second of all: Your teacher was Park Jimin.

He hated you and you hated him. He was always trying to find ways to get underneath your skin and make you squirm. Now that he had power over you, you were almost certain that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure you were miserable.

Oh god. You were going to be stuck here for years.

"Good Morning class."

Ah, speak of the devil.

Your eyes slowly moved up to your new teacher, watching as he walked in confidently, a smile apparent on his features as he sat down his towel and water bottle.

You could hear the sound of hushed giggles coming from behind you. Normally, you would have made a point to send them a nasty glare, but you chose to ignore it, instead opting to continue your stretching.

The last thing you wanted to do was draw attention to yourself.

Especially Park Jimin's attention.

"Sorry I'm late." Jimin apologized as he began stretching his arms. "I lost track of time. You may continue with your stretching until I am ready to proceed with the class."

The class nodded their heads in obedience before continuing their stretching.

"Oh my god."

You rolled your eyes at the hushed whisper coming from the small circle of girls behind you.

"He's so hot!"

"I told you so!"

"Look at his butt in those tights! God has blessed me."

You huffed in annoyance, giving them a hard glared before speaking.

"Can you please shut up?"

Their eyes snapped to you, offended scoffs escaping their lips as they sneered at you.

"Can you mind your own business?" She countered. "We're busy."

"Shouldn't you be stretching?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

One of the girls scoffed at you, throwing her hair over her shoulder dramatically.

"We are professionals. We don't need to stretch."