Mr. Park [JIMIN FANFICTION]

Room 82

Your phone buzzed as you stirred in your bed.

Messenger: You have 2 new messages.

TaeBae: imma bring some m8s over 4 dinner so b prepared
TaeBae: theyre almost as good looking as me xxx

Taehyung can never text you at a reasonable hour can he?
No-one but your stupid older brother messages you at 4:30 in the fucking morning. What makes it even worse is that you have to go back to school today from the summer break and he woke you up!
You had enough problems with an annoying brother, but now you had to deal with school on top of that... you would prefere Taehyung's loud and crazy personality over school any day.
You just succeded in drifting off to sleep again when your wake-up alarm sends a horrid ringing through your ears.
You pull yourself out of bed and slowly put on your school uniform, checking yourself in the mirror.
I look horrible...
You repeatedly forget how much the pleated mini-skirt, thigh socks and the solid blazer reminds you of a weeb-trash manga that anime-weebs read [no offense if you like manga! don't kill me...]. You swear that they did it on purpose so that guys have a reason to come to school.
Realising you're running out of time, you rush through your empty house and out the door, grabbing a milo bar and your bag on the way out.
Your parents have probably forgotten all about you and must have already left for work.
You're used to being the only responisble one in your small family... they had also completely forgotten your first day back at school.
Making it to the school as quick as you could, you get your new schedule from the front office and make your way to the first class.
As you walk through the hall you can hear exited giggles from all the girls as they gossiped.
"Have you seen the new teacher?"
"Yes, he's so hot!"
"I wonder if he's in my class..."
"He's aparantly super young!"
"I heard he was in the twenties."
Huh... a new, young and good looking teacher sounds like a scandal just waiting to happen.
The exited buzz gets louder as you get closer to your destination.
"Mr. Park is so damn hot!!"
"I got lucky!"
"Yes! I'm in his class!"
Wait a second...
You glance down at your schedule, readfing it hesitantly.
Room 82: Mr. Park
Fuck to the yeah.
You get to witness all the drama first hand.
The only problem you have, is that you don't want to have to deal with someone who might have a swelled head and a big ego.
At least you'll be entertained this year though. There's more brightsides to this then there are darksides.
Highschool girls are over-dramatic when they have a crush and go to all lengths to ensure that their crush notices them, you can't wait until someone embarrases themselves.
Sice all the seats at the front are taken, you decide to opt for the back.
While settling in and organising your desk, you have time to answer your brothers messages before the bell rings.

Y/N: i swear, text me at 4 in the morning again i will kill u Tae
TaeBae: if u can catch me ;)
Y/N: how many r u bringing over 2night?
TaeBae: y?
Y/N: if u want enough food or not? i have 2 cook.
TaeBae: b prepared, there is 6
Y/N: 6! how many rm8 do u have?!
TaeBae: 4 too many... :(

"Are you texting on your first day miss?"
A soft voice interrupts you and Taehyung, coming from right beside you.
You jump in suprise and your hands fly to your chet in fright. "You scared me!"
The boy who was now sitting beside you tilts his head a little, observing you through is glasses. He gives you a small smie as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand.
Holy shit, you've never seen a smile like that before! You carefully observe the rest of him, trying not to be obvious.
His hair is dyed bright red, raked back from his face like he's been running his fingers through it.
A variety of piercings flash on his ears and his jawline is perfect, and his cheeks are adorably rounded. All of that, combined with his glasses, gives him a cute-but-sexy aura.
"Texting in class isn't acceptable..." he tells you gently. He's still smiling, but you can tell it's sarcastic and a little angry. The corners of his mouth are turned down ever so slightly.
Somebody behind him giggles and you see who it was. You didn't know who she was but she was as red a tomato.
"Um... sorry? I was talking to my brother..." You say, uncertain of your situation. His behavior really has you going every where.
"No problem Ms. Kim." he says.
Ms. Kim...?
"I'll just be taking this away from you as it provides a distraction."
He grabs the phone out of your hand before you can even react.
"Yah!" You start to reach for your phone but you stop short when the boy begins to stand up.
You realise that this isn't a boy, it's a man... and this man is your teacher... Mr. Park...
Mr. Park puts a hand on your desk and leans down to get to your eye level. You see some girls behind him who were checking out his ass seem like they're going to faint.
"Ms. Kim, I've been calling your name for the last two minutes." he says in a soft and melodic voice, "It's hard to take a roll when you're confirming the teenage stereotypes and texting on your phone."
"Excuse me?"
Mr. Park ignors your growl through gritted teeth and turns to the rest of the class. "If anyone else is on there phones, I will confiscate them and keep them until the end of the lesson."
After saying this he walks gracefully to his desk, completely unaware that every female in the class is staring at his ass.
You have to admit though, he has a nice one.
Mr. Park turns when he reaches his desk and sits on the edge with his legs swinging back and forth. He looks up at the class and offers a cute smile.
"Hello everyone, I'm Mr. Park, and I'll be your teacher for the year. Please take care of me."
The girl in front of you whispers something to her neighbour. "I'll take care of him in an instant." The girl next to her giggled in repy and you rolled your eyes.
Mr. Park sees you do this and give you a narrow-eyed look.
Someone raises their hand and saves you from his penetrating gaze.
"Mr. Park? How old are you?"
In less then a two-second time gap, he turns from sexy-angry to sexy-innocent.
"I'm twenty-one years old. And if you don't mind, please try to keep your questions relevent to the class..."
Another hand shoots up.
"Are you single?"
You can tell that the girls heart is exploding when Mr. Park gives her a dark and secretive smile.
"Thats private," He says, "Next question?"
At that very moment, you feel bad for every girl in the room. Why? Because you realise that it's possible that every girl in the room can fall for Mr. Park, you just hope they don't graze their knees on the way down.
As for you, you just hope that you don't carry out your plan to murder him before the years end.
You know that you've already made enemies with him.