Teacher's Pet - Melanie Martinez

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Jimin is starting to see double in his vision now.

He has went over every possible reason how he got many of these questions wrong but no matter how had he tries he just doesn't see it! Whenever he would ask Mr. Park, he would only get the response that it's wrong and that's it, not even a guidance for help or anything.

Jimin has been here since six in the afternoon and now it's eight. The sun is long gone now and Jimin fears he won't even have time to finish the rest of his assignments.

Just what he needed.

This whole stupid situation at home got to his head and now he's doing so horribly in his classes.

He puts this blame all on himself.

Maybe if he was given the chance to die than he wouldn't have to be going through this right now.

"Come on Jimin, it's not the difficult," Mr. Park chuckles, moving around the desk to sit on the chair beside him. Evidently Jimin tenses up when he feels how close his professor is to him but shake it away when Mr. Park clears his throat to guide him on the questions.

As his voice guides him through every question it only created a bigger knot in his head because everything he says didn't make actual sense in Jimin's head. Even when Jimin would point it out, Mr. Park would only accuse him of questioning his teaching methods while he was the one that got a low grade on the exam. From there he didn't say anything and only listened to him.

It still wasn't making sense.

By now Jimin is losing his mind and his breaking point was when Mr. Park suddenly places a hand on his thigh.

Jimin's eyes widen, clearing his throat, "Uh excuse me," He cuts his professor off from mid sentence, "Y-Your hand.... It's on me."

Mr. Park only blinks at him, still wearing that tender smile, "I'm just resting it."

"Well can you rest it on the desk instead," Jimin tries to say politely, only earing a sharp look in return that sent shivers down his spine.

He wasn't being too impolite was he?

The air caught on his throat when Mr. Park turns to him officially and slowly leans to his face, "You want that good grade right?" He drawls lowly, making Jimin only shrink back from his close proximity, "Than you will let me rest my hand here."

What the fuck is this?!

I-Is this even legal!?

Instantly Jimin shoots to his feet, "I'm go to the restroom," He squeaks, moving across the large classroom and out the double doors without looking back. He can't walk properly as he shoves the door to bathroom open.

A wheeze escapes his lips from the way his heart is pounding anxiously hard against his chest, taking all of his breath away. So many thoughts are running his mind at once, making him feel even more panic and uncomfortable every passing second.

Now he doesn't even want to go back to that classroom.

Clearly Mr. Park has second intentions with him and he's not going to sit around and do nothing until he decides to give him a good grade!

Sure the man is good looking but Jimin would not do something like this with a damn professor.

"Fuck, why me!" Jimin shutters, splashing water to his face as he leans against the sink, trying to keep himself steady, even though nothing is making sense in his head.

He needs a good grade though! His academic record can't be fucked because of this exam.

"Seems like you're a little distressed there."

Jimin jumps to the sudden voice, snapping his head to the boy washing his hands on the sink beside his. Was Jimin far too into his mind to not have noticed him in the bathroom stall before or did he just came in?

Fuck Jimin is loosing his mind already.

"Y-Yeah, a little," Jimin shutters, not helping his eyes from studying the other boy. His whirly wavy hair is slightly messy, yet it still manages to shine under the light of this bathroom in a very cute way. He's wearing a twitching smile with calm eyes focused on washing his hands. The large black hoodie hangs over his body like a blanket, yet it still fits him well.

He's very handsome, and that alone made Jimin a little more nervous.

Especially when he hiccups a chuckle, "I could tell," He murmurs and finally turns to look at him.

Jimin's entire insides instantly melted the second he catches those soft brown eyes. They're almost like chocolate concealed behind glass, so sparkling and charming. His gumdrop cheeks perks when he smiles and that alone makes him look so innocent yet manly in a twisted way.

How has Jimin not seen him around this school before?

"Why are you upset?"

Jimin blinks out of his state when he realized he asked him a question, instantly clearing his throat while mentally slapping himself to get a grip, "It's nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing," The boy ventures lowly, now leaning to his side on the sink to put his whole attention on him, a soft smile on his lips, "Come on, you can tell me. Sometimes it's relieving to talk to a stranger, you know?"

His voice is comforting that it nearly had Jimin swaying on the spot.

Well.... Maybe he could help him in a way, right?

Or call the cops, who knows.

So Jimin licks his lips nervously and let's out a heavy sigh, "I-I think my teacher told me to stay for his office hours for other.... Intentions."

The other's smile slowly drops, now furrowing his eyebrows with pursed lips, "Another intention huh?"

"Yeah.... I mean, he did put his hand on my thigh.... I panicked and came here," Jimin fumbles with his words, feeling his pulses picking up speed, "I-I can't have a bad g-grade because of medical s-school but I feel so uncomfortable-"

"Shh it's okay, calm down," The other cooes after noticing the panic rising in Jimin's voice, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder with his jaw slightly tense, "How about we do this? I'll go back with you and you could say I'm your brother and came to pick you up, yeah? You could talk to the dean about it tomorrow because yourself comes first before a grade."

That's true, he comes first.

His grade will come eventually.

For some reason Jimin found himself calming down to this, sending the other a nervous smile, "I would appreciate that, thank you," He whispers, suddenly sticking out a hand, "I'm Jimin by the way."

The other glances down at his hand, looking back at him with a twitched grin as he clasps his hand over his, "Jungkook."

So with that being said the two walk out of the bathroom, with Jimin not being aware of the sadistic smile on Jungkook's lips as he follows behind him like a shadow.

He spared enough time.

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A/N:

Ahhh short chapter, I know :( I'm currently trying to catch up on my school work but I really had this need to write this chapter so I'm multitasking haha

Okay I'll be back soon!!

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