A few weeks had passed and nothing exciting happened besides me admiring my insanely hot teacher.
Slamming the door, I yelled, "I'm hoooome!" Suddenly, I was squished between a pair of arms and a broad-shouldered body.
"My favorite sister is home!" my brother exclaimed. "Now that you're home, help me in the kitchen. I'm having a friend over." Jin drop-kicked his 'nice brother act' out the window and waddled to the kitchen which I thought was strange - even for Jin - for a twenty-seven year old man to do.
I guess I'm helping Jin then.
I set my backpack down and followed him to the kitchen. Not waddling.
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A whole eternity and a half passed before we finally finished making the spaghetti. (Who knew it'd be that difficult?)
"I'm gonna do my homework now. Call me when you're ready to eat," I told Jin without waiting for a response.
I leaped up the stairs two-by-two with my backpack in hand. I changed into my yoga pants and a hoodie. Then, I got to business.
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Fifteen minutes later, I heard, "Y/N! Time to eat!" I easily finished the problem I was on and rushed downstairs, eager to throw-down on that mouth-watering spaghetti.
"I'm here Ji-"
No. Freaking. Way.
Jin's friend just happened to be my math teacher that I just happened to be crushing on for the past month.
Ironic, right?
Dressed in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, Mr. Kim stood at the door lookin' taesty. A silver chain hung from his ear and a black bandana was wrapped around his forehead.
I never noticed his ear piercings before. That made him like, ten times hotter.
He stared at me with dark eyes, trailing them up and down my body.
"Y/N, this is Taehyung. Taehyung, Y/N," Jin stated, making the arm gestures to go along with the simple introduction.
"I know," I said without breaking eye contact with Taehyu-Mr. Kim. "He's my math teacher." Jin looked surprised, forming an 'O' shape with his mouth. He shrugged after he processed that information.
"Let's eat!" Jin suggested happily, clapping his hands together.
A few brief conversations passed between the three of us but it's kinda hard to focus if you're teacher is sitting right across from you, basically eating you alive with his eyes.
I excused myself, eyeing Mr. Kim, then going up to my room to finish my homework.
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Exactly 47 minutes later (I may or may not have been keeping track), I heard my name being called so I walked downstairs for what seemed like the tenth time.
"What?!" I asked, annoyed.
Jin had a film of sweat on his forehead he looked very uncomfortable. Mr. Kim had rosy cheeks, majorly man-spreading.
"Can you clean this up for us, Y/N?" Jin slurred. I was about to turn him down when Mr. Kim grabbed my wrist and yanked me onto his lap. I felt something...hard. Did he have a...
"Oh, fiddlesticks."
Author's Note: Be prepared for some smut-ish scenes next chapter. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Megan, DO NOT share this story and most definitely NOT the next chapter with Elsha.
Love you! <3
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