Let Me Teach You | Park Jimin fanfic

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A/N: lot's of kissing lmaooo!

Wednesday:

  Standing before the class with a perfectly crisp shirt and tie, hair styled back but eyes dark from lack of sleep was what Jimin liked to call dilemma.

  He was good, he was feeling so so good. Rapturous, euphoric, enthralled- it was his turn to list some synonyms now. But he didn't exactly have a perfect sleep, so as to say. He kept tossing and turning in his bed all night, just thinking of you and the small kiss that the both of you shared. It was his first kiss and that thought alone made him melt every time. He wasn't experienced, not at all, so he didn't take any further steps. He was scared of messing it up. After all, he had heard Hoseok hyung chant on many occasions that the first kiss was very important in relationships. If that went wrong, things may not work. And then there was Jin and Joon hyung discussing the difference between a peck and a kiss.

'A kiss includes tongue.'

  That was it, Jiminie was redder than a tomato. In class. Why did he have to be present there during that unholy moment? He took a deep breath and calmed down. A look around the class told him that attention was not on the handsome teacher, but the dreadful paper beneath them.

They were having a test after all.

  This was not his homeroom. This was the class with the least expectations from teachers. Wednesday: it meant that his own class was last. He sighed before letting his train of thoughts get lost again.

  Did Y/N know how to kiss? You had wanted more yesterday and Jimin had oh-so childishly stuck out his tongue before starting his car to drive. His heart had been beating 200 times per minute, just like now with the thought. What would the black haired boy do now to save himself from making him look like an idiot while kissing you? A stupid idea came across his mind- learn to kiss from someone else. He wanted to kick the person who even introduced the thought.

(Author-nim scrambled to run away!)

  Maybe just face the consequence? He was overthinking this, Jimin wouldn't really be that self conscious around you, would he? After all, he had said it himself; that he felt the most comfortable with you.

  Yep. Because that was stuck with him for the whole day. He exited every class whilst smiling to himself, little to no mocks towards students, math torture made less.

Until he saw you in break.

  Maybe he had asthma all of a sudden, why was it so hard for him to breathe?! And wait, was that his shirt? Why was Lee Y/N wearing his shirt to school?!? And why was she looking so damn adorable whilst wearing it?!?!

  That was it. The cop had lost it. You were going to be the death of him.

  Regaining his composure and taking in a few mouthfuls of air, Mr. Park walked over to you while trying to look as professional as he could. You were in the hallway, leaning against the wall as you stared at your phone, ignoring everyone who went by. You were so immersed in whatever you were doing that you didn't notice a certain charming personality standing before you until he tapped on your shoulder and called your name.

Again, like a beautiful melody.

  Your eyes shot up to him and when they focused on your teacher, you grinned at him. "Mr. Park," you sang with a smirk. He glanced around to see if they had grabbed any attention, but thankfully they hadn't. Rumors of Jimin's girlfriend were up in the air and high. Which was good. He cleared his throat before saying.

  "Ms. Lee, can I have a word with you?" You nodded as you stared at his tongue darting out to wet his lush lips. "This way," he motioned to an empty classroom. When you walked into it behind him, you heard the door close and swirled around to give the elder a questioning look.