Let Me Teach You | Park Jimin fanfic

7. Sweet Revenge

  "Class, pay attention please!" Jimin silenced the class. It was a Tuesday today, and it was just yesterday when your Maths teacher decided to attack you guys with a surprise test. And so, your performance wasn't the best. But it wasn't that bad either...

  "I'm very disappointed with everyone's performance," he spoke clearly in the silence of the class, fully absorbed in his teacher character. You stared at your desk. The whole class knew they had been careless, and that Mr. Park would arrange something for them. "Do you what this means?"

  Everyone stayed quiet as he folded his arms and tapped his feet. "This means that you all need to work hard on this subject. I hope that everyone has been expecting what will come next."

Again, silence.

  "Extra work," he carried on, walking along the length on the class. "Tomorrow, everyone will bring a rough register to school, with exercise 1.a solved. Mind you that this is just the start.

"Dismissed."

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  Yep. This was all you remembered from yesterday and the day before. Flunk your test (almost) and get extra homework from now on. Did you mention an almost detention? However, to please the teacher, you decided to use your best handwriting in the equations doing them correctly so he won't get mad.

  You were in a good mood today. Probably because you had your hopes up in pleasing your teacher, (wherever that came from) and had a good morning start.

  "There you go," you placed your register on his desk, not realizing that you had been smiling. Your teacher on the other hand looked tired today, so didn't really bother to acknowledge you.

  For the rest of the substituted period (a teacher was absent today), you just stared at your tired af teacher as he lazily checked over the procedures of every equation of every book. It seemed forever until you heard the bell ring with which he quickly collected half of those registers and went out of class. The other half were checked (excluding yours) so there was noise in class again.

  You were about to doze off in your imagination until you remembered something. Of course, though, you're always remembering and forgetting things.

  You ran your eyes around the class for a particular person until you found him. Just a friend, your classfellow.

"Hey, Tony Montana!" You waved at him. He facepalmed himself coming over to you.

"Yah, when will you stop calling me this?"

  "It wasn't my fault you started singing 'Tony Montana' while you were drunk," you retorted. He rolled his eyes at you.

  "I just regret not getting you drunk," he murmured. You raised your eyebrow at him.

  "Yah, Taemin, watch what you're thinking. Anyway, did you write some lines down?"

"Well, you got to the point soon. I did. Did you?"

  "Of course, lemme find that paper. I'll show you then, kay?" You turned to your bag and started searching for the piece of paper on which you wrote some lines of 'poetry'. Well, more like song-lyrics. You and Taemin had somewhat of a deal to write some and share with each other so you could make a song or something.

Of course, the k-pop effects of your country.

  You were so absorbed in searching for the paper that you didn't notice your Lit. teacher come in. The whole class turned upside down when someone shouted that Mr. Jung was about to come in.