The Math Teacher ~ A Kim Taehyung Fan Fiction

Bright Idea

I got to school on Monday and went straight to my locker. A crowd gathered around that area. I pushed aside some people to see what was going on.

A boy kneeled by the lockers covered in raw eggs. He tried to wipe some off his face but the bigger dude shoved him into the lockers. The slam echoed through the hall.

I stepped forward. "Hey! Enough!" I yelled. The bully turned to me, hard look on his face.

"Hey, look, everybody. The School Slut wants a piece of this action," the bully mused. He shoved a hand into my shoulder.

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you not to hit girls?"

"Oh, so, that's what you are. I never would've guessed." The crowd oohed. Some whipped out phones and started recording.

"What's going on here?" someone asked. They pushed through the crowd. Mr. Chung, the school's principal, glared at the bully. "Hyobyung and Jungkook, detention!" Mr. Chung gave off that 'curmudgeon-old-man-who-yelled-at-anyone-who-stepped-on-his-perfect-exactly-one-inch-long-green-lawn' vibe. He turned his paralyzing Medusa stare on me, grinding his teeth. "Detention for you as well! Be in Mr. Kim's classroom right after school, you three!" He grinned evilly and spun around, hand folded neatly behind his back.

The crowd dispersed as I grumbled, kicking the floor.

"Nice job, dummy! Now we have detention!" Hyobyung growled, shoving me once more into the lockers. He swaggered away and I slid onto the floor beside the egg covered boy. We sighed simultaneously.

"He gave me a detention. I didn't even do anything," the boy said, picking himself up.

"Ah, so you're Jungkook," I told him. He noddded.

"In the flesh. And you are...?" he asked, taking my hand to help me up.

"Y/N. Kim Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, see you in detention," he said. He walked to the bathroom.

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I scuffed into Taehyung's classroom for detention. What would Jin think? In the back corner sat a guy wearing all black. He popped his gum while twisting a pen around his fingers. Next to that table sat two girls both giggling. Their boobs were on full display to the world with their skimpy shirts.

And people call me the School Slut. 

In front of the bubblegum freak sat Hyobyung. His leaned with his back against the classroom wall taking photos inconspicuously of the scanty girls with their bulbous merchandise.

Jungkook was sitting at the very front table hunched over his homework. I deposited my phone into the confiscation bin on Taehyung's desk and went to sit in the chair next to Jungkook.

"Hey," I called out, peering over his shoulder.

"Hey," he replied, not looking up.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"My math homework."

I looked closer. "You're in Mr.Kim's math class too?!"

"Yeah, I always sit behind you."

"Why didn't you say 'hello'?"

"You looked too focused  on your conversation with your friend so I decided not to bother you." He shrugged.

Taehyung's breakdown made its way into my mind. I still hadn't figured out what to do yet. Jungkook saw the wheels turning in my head.

"What?" he asked.

"Are you good at math?" I wondered.

"I'm decent. Why?"

"How would you like to help me tutor Mr. Kim's math class?"