Seokjin's Pov:

My heart was pounding out of my chest as I walked up to Taehyung's gate. Who would've thought he only lived a few minutes away from me. His house was a similar structure to my parents, except that his home seemed to have a more extended driveway than ours did.

I entered the password that he had text me right after class that day, and the gate opens up. If he thinks I would ever give him the password to mines, he must be crazy. I refuse to invite him to my house, especially after what he did today. I was so humiliated in front of the class.

I even went after class to talk to Ms. Choi, who told me not to pay him any attention. She informed me that I did nothing wrong, but to avoid further problems, she just went along with his rant. I don't understand how as a teacher, she thinks it's okay for me to go along with his rant too. He called me out in front of the entire class, made it seem like I am dumb and going to cause him to fail. All because I didn't respond to one message, well multiple messages, but either way, I was tired. Who talks about school work after hours, anyway?

I know I might seem like a nerd, but I am not and not because I am loner means I should be placed into the nerd category. I struggle to do my work like everyone else, I spend more time playing games than I spend time doing actual school work. I am just looking to graduate like everyone else. Most importantly, I want to say goodbye to high school and go off to college, maybe then I will be recognized as somebody, but who knows.

Deep in thoughts, I didn't realize I was in front of his door until I almost trip over the steps that led to the door. Taking a deep breath, I rung the doorbell while waiting I looked around the front of the house, the driveway was empty, which brought relief to my stomach. Maybe he wasn't home, perhaps no one was home, which would be a good thing for me. I could tell him I stopped by and he wasn't there. I could then say to Ms. Choi that he made me come to his house knowing he wasn't going to be-

"Seokjin! Please come on in." A familiar voice calls out my name. I turn my attention towards the sound and almost tripped down the steps.

"Ms. Choi?" What is my teacher doing here?

"Oh Ms. Choi is too formal, please call me Myeong-"

"Mom, is Jinnie here yet? Did you make burgers for us?" Taehyung's voice came bursting through the doors.

"Y-you are Taehyung's mom?" I felt like my soul left my body, what was going on, when did she become his mom? She is my teacher, she teaches him, is this allowed? Does the school even know this?

"Yes, I am, please come on inside, I can tell you are a bit creeped out." A bit? I would say a whole lot, I am even concerned.

"I- I think I-"

"Oh for Pete's sake get in the house, what are you going to do run because my mother is your teacher?" Taehyung hand appears out of nowhere and pulls me into the house.

His hands felt nice, I don't think he has ever touched me before. I wonder how my skin feels to him?

Seokjin snapped out of it!

"Tae, be nice to your classmate and let go of his hand!"

Wait, he doesn't have to do that; let go of my hand, I mean.

Disappointingly, Taehyung released his hold on my wrist and rolled his eyes.

"Seokjin, I am sorry if we surprised you, but yes, unfortunately, I am Taehyung's mom. The officials at the school are aware, in case you were wondering. If it makes you feel any better, I tried my best not to have him in my class, but it could not have been avoided. I know you know me at school as your teacher, but whenever you are here with Taehyung, please call me Myeong.

I will be staying out of you and my son's way, so please make yourself at home do whatever you want. I made burgers per my son's request for you guys to enjoy while you work on your project. Call me if you need anything." Ms. Choi said, giving me a smile. A smile I wasn't able to return because my head was still trying to process everything.

She then turns towards Taehyung and points at him, "Kim Taehyung, don't cause any trouble, or I am calling your father."

"Yeah yeah, I hear you, mom. Seokjin, let's go, we have wasted too much time already." Taehyung takes my hand into his and pulls me away from his Ms. Choi view.

Two weeks earlier

"Mom, what are you working on?" Taehyung inquires as he sits next to his mother in her study.

"A project I will be giving to the class."

"What is it about?"

Myeong takes off her glasses, closing her laptop and looked at her son, "You know I can't share that with you. You will find out with the rest of the class when I announce it."

Taehyung pouts and leans on his mother's shoulder, "Can you give me a hint, please. I won't tell anyone I promise."

"Myeong ruffles her son's hair, "I know you won't, however, I can't tell you that. Although I can give you a hint."

Taehyung's eyes light up, hearing that, "sure, I will take what I can get."

"You guys will have to work with a partner for this project."

"Is that so?" Taehyung lifts his head off his mother's shoulder and stares at her.

"Yes."

"Well, can you do me a tiny favor in that case."

"What is it, Taehyung. I am not pairing you and Jungkook or Jimin together."

"Oh, hell, no, I don't want to be paired with them. I want to keep my GPA where it is." Taehyung shakes his head, remembering the last time he had to work with Jungkook on a project.

"Then what do you want?" Myeong looks at her son, suspiciously.

"Kim Seokjin, I want him to be my partner." Taehyung smiled wide as he mentions his crush name.

Myeong lets out a deep sigh, "Taehyung, I don't think Seokjin is focusing on the same things you are focused on."

"What am I focused on?" Taehyung questions sounding offended.

"I don't think he likes you, son. I think he wants to graduate and leave high school, not be apart of some high school romance."

"How do you know that? Can you not be negative for once and pair me up with him? Let me find out for myself, I think he likes me, everyone likes me."

"I hate to break it to you, but I don't think your brother likes you."

"He is two! he can't even tell the difference between breastmilk and real milk, who cares if he likes me, I don't like him either, I was the only child until you and dad decided I wasn't enough."

Myeong lowers her head and begins shaking it, she didn't know why she had gone there with Taehyung, she should've known better.