"I changed myself for you, to be the ideal man for you. To hold you close and make love to you like I've always wanted."
In which the joke of the school blooms into a beautiful man in the blink of an eye, all due to one girl who helped him recover f...
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You were still losing your shit, as displayed by your gaping mouth and wide eyes.
"Hellooo, earth to Y/n." You abruptly blinked when you noticed Jimin waving his hand in front of your face, causing you to actually come back to Earth now.
The entire situation then hit you like a strike of lightening. You were late to class, your butt hurts, and you must've died in the process because there's an angel claiming to be Jimin right in front of you.
"What're you two doing out here? Get to class ya punks." The security guard demanded, and as a result you went into a mini-panic mode at the fact that you're late for the first time in your college history.
"I'll catch up with you later." Jimin whisper shouted before patting your shoulder and giving you an eye smile, then proceeding to jog to his next class.
That god damn eye smile.
It's fucking Park Jimin in the flesh.
You quickly gathered up what was left of your dignity and hurried to your biology class. And because clearly they have nothing better to do, all eyes were on you when you walked in through the door. Including Jimin's—who somehow made it to class faster than you, and even more surprisingly, has the same class to begin with.
"You were the last person I expected to be late Ms. Y/n, please take a seat." The teacher instructed as Dawon—one of your friends in that class—snickered lowly. Needless to say, she stopped once you gave her a death glare and proceeded to your seat.
You glance at Jimin who much to your dismay was sitting right behind your and Jinyoung's desk. He gave you a knowing smile and you shyly looked away.
Why the hell am I being flustered?
"What did I miss?" You asked Jinyoung as you sat next to him, disregarding the awfully close proximity he created as you were searching through your bag.
"Just some review stuff." He replies as you finally looked up, eyes widening at how close his face was to yours. You adjusted your chair and posture to further yourself from him, coughing awkwardly and not feeling the sharp glare coming from behind you.
"We have a returning student today, please come on up Mr. Park." Mrs. Kwon announced. Your heart slightly jumped in your chest as you heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.
Jimin walked past you to the front of the classroom, hands in his jeans pockets. You didn't fail to notice the girls practically drooling over him as he walked, including Dawon who gave you a knowing smirk from across the room.
"Hi I'm Park Jimin, I went here for most of freshman year and transferred somewhere else for sophomore year."
Expectantly, you heard a few whispers of "I've never seen him around" and "I thought he was new". Even you were surprised by his new...look, going as far as to think he was new as well; so you understood where they were coming from.
"Well, nice to meet you Mr. Park." Mrs.Kwon then turned to the class, "I hope you all provide a welcoming environment for him."
You divert your eyes from Mrs. Kown only to see Jimin gazing into yours and giving you a soft smile for God knows how long it's been now.
"Moving onto page 348, please do the problems at the bottom."
"Y/n," Jinyoung speaks in a low voice, "can you help me with number 3?"
"Sure," You slide his notebook to explain how you solved.
Jimin notices the way Jinyoung keeps getting closer to you, his shoulder touching yours and his face only a few inches from yours. What he didn't notice however is his brows meeting in frustration and the jealous butterflies building up in his stomach by instinct.
Without thinking much, he tosses his pen to your desk right in between you and Jinyoung.
"Sorry, dropped my pen." He says, reaching over in a way that he separates you and Jinyoung. You were face to face with his neck, a hint of his cologne scent making its way through your nostrils.
Jimin backed away and sat back in his desk, completely ignoring the angry look Jinyoung was giving him and paying attention back to his own work.
"Here, just look at mine." You slide your notebook with the solved problem over to Jinyoung, focusing more on your textbook and staggered heart beat.
