Oneshots || BTS

Detention || K.NJ

You practically ran up to your class, constantly muttering different curses under your breath. Your brother had been particularly extra annoying that morning, and thanks to him, you were damn late to school.

As you stood in front of the door to your classroom, you took in a deep breath. Oh God, please save me from that cranky old man today. Twisting the doorknob you slowly peeked in. But. Instead of your aged teacher your eyes met an ethereal sight.

In place of wrinkles and creases on his face, the middle aged man's skin was smooth, glass-like, and seemed to glow. Instead of wisps of white hair, he had tousled, silky blonde locks. A pair of black glasses framed his face perfectly.

"G-good morning." You managed to stutter, for what reason, you didn't know.

He turned to face you, his chocolate-brown eyes staring straight at you. With wide eyes you glanced at your classmates and by the look of it you could pretty much say that the girls were undergoing a seizure. You looked back at the man and managed to pull off an awkward smile.

"May I come in ?" You murmured quietly, fiddling with your fingers.

The tall man with glasses slowly nodded his head, his sudden action causing his blonde mullet to sway. You gulped before rushing into the classroom, just when you were halfway into the room a raspy voice echoed throughout the room.

"Detention for being 20 minutes late, miss." Shocked, you glanced at the teacher whose eyes were decorated with a thick, ebony frame. You swallowed nervously, nodding. This guy had an intimidating aura surrounding him, and you therefore had no intentions of getting in his bad book on the very first day of meeting him.

-Time Skip-

All your classes were over, by now all the hallways were empty and deserted. But you were standing in front of the door to your classroom, fidgeting nervously. Just if the teacher wasn't this gorgeous I wouldn't have as many problems. Taking a deep breath you knocked tentatively and stepped inside. Your teacher was already there on his seat and looked up when you had entered. You silently got to your seat and took out a random book from your bag for time-pass. You were leafing through the pages and at the same time stealing glances at the blonde head sitting at the front of the classroom. Is he really my teacher ? You wondered, inspecting how young he was.

At that moment, he looked up from his papers and your eyes met.

"Any problem ?" Your so called 'teacher' asked. You quickly shook your head before stuffing your head into the book. Damn. I almost drooled at his charms.

After a good 10 minutes had passed of just looking at the alphabets carved on the white page you heard the unpleasant sound of a chair being pulled against the wall, more like someone standing up. The very next moment footsteps could be heard. You constantly kept looking down, trying to read the book. The chair of the desk in front of yours was pulled before the teacher turned it around and took a seat in front of you, he put his elbow on your desk and rested his chin on his palm. You two were face to face.

"Nice book." He looked at you, a smile blooming on his face.

You frowned before turning the book around, inspecting the cover The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, it read. You blushed slightly and looked down. He chuckled.

"Hey, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I liked the book too." You looked at him timidly and you wish you hadn't. He was starring at you with a smile plastered on his face, you found yourself gushing about his visible dimples in your head. Although he looked intimidating at first sight, with those dimples on full display, he looked nothing but adorable and cute and amicable and extremely manly and handsome and-

"Too bad, I ruined it." His sudden remark interrupted your chain of thoughts. You made yourself look at him again.

"You ruined it ?" You repeated. He nodded.

"I accidentally spilled coffee on it." He admitted hesitantly. You could facepalm yourself there and then. Instead you snorted and you swear that it was not a pretty sight though. Your teacher grinned too.

You were looking at each other for too long which caused you to shift on your seat and look away.

"Your name ?" He asked making you glance back at him.

"Y/n, yours ?" You gathered up all your courage to utter the second part.

"Rap Monste- I mean Kim Namjoon." He stuttered but too bad, you already heard it.

Oh. My. God.

You burst out into fits of laughter at the mention of the funky name.

"What a cool name." You choked out.

When you looked up, your eyes were blessed with a pleasant sight, your teacher was blushing whilst his hand was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's......a stage name." He shrugged shyly.

Your eyes went wide.

"You sing ?" You blurted out. As soon as the words were out of your mouth you realized that perhaps you were invading his privacy.

"Rap, actually." Your tensed form relaxed when he said that.

"That's really cool." You softly smiled at him.

"You think so ?" He raised his eyebrows, looking surprised. You nodded grinning.

"So you teach literature too huh ?" You were slowly feeling comfortable around him.

"Just a part-time job you know." He replied. You quietly gazed at him till his cheeks started reddening.

"You look really young."

"I am young." He furrowed his eyebrows stressfully, emphasizing on the am.

"Sure." You said sarcastically causing him to pout. He looked like a giant baby, Literally.

"What are you looking at ?" He asked catching you off guard.

"Nothing, isn't detention over yet ?"

"Why, not liking my company ?" He squiggled his eyebrows with a smile on his face. You shook your head at an instant.

"No no no, not that." You refused.

"Then what ?" He asked curiously, scooting forward and damn you felt suffocated.

"It's just that detention is no fun." You replied earning a chuckle from him.

"Are you sure, cause I am enjoying it." Shit, I am about to lag now.

"Then I am too." Your eyes went wide when you realized what you just said. Just when did I become such a flirt ? Astonished, your teacher stared at you.

"Sir-"

"Namjoon." He corrected you hastily.

"Namjoon," You began hesitantly, his name rolling off your tongue made him smile.

"How old are you ?" You asked and gasped when he answered it.

"You're just a few years older than me !" He grinned at your excited state.

The two of you continued to converse in this way until you noticed the time.

"Oh, detention time is over." You surprisingly sounded quite disappointed, so did Namjoon who slowly nodded. You stood up to leave the class when he called you making you turn back.

"Want to hang out sometimes, like not as teacher and student but like boyfriend and girlfriend." His eyes almost popped out of his skull when he realized how wrong his statement sounded. In fact, even you were quite taken aback

"No! I mean like Boy friend and g-" He started panicking.

"I'd love to hang out with you....." You grinned making him relax, turning around you completed your statement.

"As boyfriend and girlfriend." You couldn't see his reaction to that as your back was facing him, but you sure were smirking.