𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

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*College AU*

(Professor!Hoseok x Student!Male Reader)

*Long*

M/N peeks his head through the door of the literature classroom to see everyone in their seats on that early Friday morning with their eyes trained forward on the teacher as he paces in front of the room behind his podium, his hands animatedly waving around while he talks. The male sighs, his shoulders slumping when he realizes that he is going to called out again for being late and that sneaking in is utterly useless.

'Just suck it up and get your ass to your seat, M/N.' He scolds himself, scowling at his cowardice.

Well, it's all confidence and 'I don't give a fuck' until everyone turns to you when you open the door, and then you resemble a deer caught in headlights as all of your built-up determination crumbles into dust while you hurriedly scramble to your seat to avoid any further embarrassment. M/N is happy that he sits in the back, but he knows the teacher will still address his tardiness.

M/N takes a deep breath and slowly pulls the door open, gently closing it behind him before he goes down a row and takes his usual seat next to a blonde-haired male who mindlessly picks at his nailbeds.

"Where were you?" The blonde asks offhandedly before biting his nail. "You missed half of the class."

M/N slides his bag off of his shoulders and takes out his laptop, setting it on the table in front of him.

"I overslept this morning," M/N murmurs.

"Did you take the double shift again?"

"Yeah, I needed the extra money for a new textbook."

The blondie hums and fixes the earring dangling from his earlobe, his eyes covered in a light pink eyeshadow dart over to look at his best friend before they're back to the front of the room.

"You could have asked me to buy it for you. You look like shit."

M/N snorts, logging into his computer once it turns on, and shakes his head.

"Gee, thanks, but we can't all buy our things with daddy's money, Jimin. Some of us have to earn our keep, you know?"

Jimin chuckles and nods, his fingers toying with one of the many expensive rings that adorn his hands.

"I know-it's sad," M/N playfully glares Jimin, yet the male continues, "but you're my best friend. It's my job to spoil you, but damn. People will think you work in a sweatshop rather than a book shop with how much you work."

M/N gives a fake laugh, glancing off to the side awkwardly, but Jimin is none the wiser and only giggles along with him.

"Yeah..."

"Oh, Mr. L/N," the cheery voice of M/N's literature teacher floats to the back of the room and M/N flinches at being addressed, "so glad to see you could finally join us! I was worried you wouldn't show up at all."

M/N lifts his head and, desperately trying to ignore the burning stares of his peers and he feels his mouth quirk up into a half-smile.

"It took you long enough to notice," he retaliates. "I've been sitting here for five minutes and you didn't realize I had sat down. You're off your game, Mr. Jung!"

The class laughs at M/N's joke and the teacher is just the same, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles. But, to M/N's pleasure, the literature teacher leaves it at that and continues to teach the class.

M.N relaxes in his seat and lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Jimin's keyboard produces many clicks and clacks as he types faster than the speed of light (M/N doesn't understand the need to type so fast, the computer isn't going anywhere), and he motions towards M/N's computer.