➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 006

Extra pens?
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His layout of lessons for today?
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unch packed?

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Phone fully charged?
Check Check.

The list in his head goes on and on as Jimin ticks them all off on his way out of his luxurious apartment.He grabs his coat that hangs at the coat rack at the door, pulling it over his form while grabbing his laptop bag,book bag,and lunch.

Jimin was beyond excited for his first day as an Literature professor and Korean teaching professor at St.Mary.

He'd landed the job right on out of his university education,going that he'd went to the schools neighbouring brother,St Robins.

And even if both their names may suggest it,no,they were in fact not one of those snobby one gender identified schools.

The two schools being top of the list for the most prestigious schools in the USA,and Jimin had been privileged enough to finish his four year long course at one of them where he achieved the abilities he has now.

There's an excited thrum beneath his skin as he pulls out of the apartment lot of his lux complex,the greenery of the garden,and how the place was designed akin to a Greek villa with all the statues that surround it in clear aquamarine fountains.

He whistles along to the tune of Daniel Caesar playing from his phone where it's connected to the music system of his comfortable automobile.

The traffic on the highway is in absolutely shambles with everyone having somewhere they have to be,but Jimin came prepared with two hours of time to spare, sitting back in his seat while waiting in the slow line of vehicles in front of him, going through his lesson plan for today as he waits for the hoot from behind him that'll signal his move.

It's an exact hour and a half later,a soft sigh falling from Jimin's mouth as he finally drives by his old university sat ten miles from his destination.He spares the buildings of the University a shallow glance,a tinge of Nostalgia settling in his stomach as he watches the gathering of students at their respective parking spaces,or them lingering on the steps of St.Robins's Headquarters,the parents that accompanies the freshmen that are still to scared to take the path on their own even if they're legal adults now.

A chuckle leaves him at that,seeing as that's the exact way he met his dear friend of four (was it five?) years.

Cowering behind his parents as they coddled and indulged him in the fact that it was okay to take one step at a time into his predestined future.

Well,until he's fed up father had winked Jimin closer just then,where he had been on his way of passing by to his first class of the year,and coincidentally having it be located where Hoseok has to be headed.

A whispered plea and Jimin immediately softened at the humoristic way the sunny boy glanced his way,a peltment of sweat covering his sun kissed forehead.

He'd come to find out later,that Hoseok was a fairy,his element the sun and the explanation of why Jimin's first thought had been to compare him to that of a sunny boy.

He also,had to endure the information that he was in fact,his elder as well.

A chuckle leaves him at the thought of his Hoseokie hyung,yet still in university where he studied in the scientific field.

Which category it had been,Jimin does not know and does not care to bother himself with implications of.

A satisfied breath of air leaves him when he makes it into the parking lot of the university with forty minutes to spare, already having been here multiple times during the last summer,having him confident in the path he follows to his new classroom.

The university,designed to something akin to a maze,with its bright greenery and the heightened walls that closes all around the big spaces located over the campus,would be bound to be having students lost in the stretched alleyways and seeing he panicked face of not one but a couple panicked lost students,has Jimin chuckling to himself.

He was excited,he could feel it thrum beneath his skin as he juggled his morning mug,car keys and classroom key card in his hands.

It also made him realise,that he definitely did not have the skill of so many woman where they could fit everything they owned between the pads of their fingers.

Clumsily,he presses his Professor ID card to the security input,before entering the code after making sure no lingering students were nearby.

The hush of air that brushes over his features is somewhat calming,before the musky scent of polished desks and chairs make their way to his nose.
Oh,how he missed this.

Except now,he wouldn't be the one eager to learn,but eager to teach.
A delighted smile touches to his plush lips,and he sighs for the nth time this morning, leaning against his desk as he inhales the musky air of what is bound to become his sanctuary.

Realising he can't pass the time by just lingering in the morning sun,he turns and adjusts his coat until it's slipping down his broad shoulders,down the lean muscles of his arms,hanging it over the back of his plush chair.

He stares at it for a bit, reminiscing of the days he had watched his many teachers settle into the plush furniture,and the frown marring their forehead immediately dissipating into a self satisfied expression.

He wondered,would that be him in the next few minutes too?

With his lesson plan for today spread out before him,and having all necessities in hindsight as to where he would only need the flick of his finger to reach them, Jimin settles.

Or at least,he pretends too.

One by one adults that his not much older than,enter his class with the posture only an exhausted student held.

He couldn't decipher why,if they were just returning from what had to be a three month summer.But then he remembered the extra class program set for summer as well,and suddenly he wondered just how many of these students had signed up for it.

He could spot a couple of familiar faces and struggled recalling their names,but he knew them of the many times he's been here to assist,and be educated on what Miss Young had done previously in his position.

He watches and waits as the chairs are scraped across the tiled floors for seats to be taken, watches as the class fill until it's nearly full.

He expected alot of students,but not this much,only having practised on twenty students at most with his train course this summer during the extra classes previously held.

Now as he watches the lecturer hall fill up to be almost over three hundred if he'd count them on his own,he gathers a little bit of his stretched nerves lingering in his abdomen.

Confusingly,he smells the distinctive scent of lavender the longer he stands etched in one place,and with odd familiarity,he recognises it.

Soft,sweet,seductively entrancing.

Alluring,was more like it.

He finds his gaze turned to the door,slowly following the way of his nose inhaling the soft essence,a reminder of a warm comforting blanket of lavender surrounding him.

Maybe a tad too comfortingly warm.

It grows stronger,so distinct until she stands before him.Her mousled coily curls glinting softly atop her head,the golden glint to her dark melanin skin,the soft plush bow of her nude pink lips,and the trance he captures in her gaze.

Hypnotised perhaps,with the way her dark lashes blink around them,the smooth elegant bow of her brows titling,the subtle flare of her nostrils.

Who was she,and why was he experiencing the odd familiarity of someone that he's only seeing for the first time in his life?

Why did he feel like planting his darkest,cruelest mark against her neck and fuck her until he could only breath the soft sweet scent of her?

Why was his satanic urges, always so deeply buried, rising to the forefront of his mind?

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Late.

The repetition of the word coursing through my mind repeatedly as I step of the bus, breathing rapidly against the cold wind against my cheeks.

Today was finally the day my grandmother's Porsche gave it's life to heaven,if it could officially make it past its gates with how many sinning had taken place inside of it.

I'd rather that everything started going wrong when I woke up.

First, waking up forty minutes later than what I'd set my alarm for, having to skip breakfast because my fluttering stomach was not cooperating,and the damn car that broke down two blocks from the dormitory complex.

Which left me approximately about forty five minutes to get it checked into a mechanical garage,move my ass to the bus stop,and gather my shit so that I'd at least be organized when walking into my first class of the semester.

At least Miss.Young was chill enough to let five minutes go,that is if I could make it in five minutes to go.

I could actually,I didn't have inhumane speed for nada,and I would use it,was it not for the veil protecting me,and one I would need to shed and risk being recognised somehow.

Recognised by this Jimin Park that is.

I couldn't gather how exactly he would be able to,looking a little older than the normal university student,and like he actually had his shit together which was quite a rarity beneath adults of my age.

We were, unfortunately, always one breakdown away from going insane.

Or that's what I've gathered,with the humans that I've befriended while learning of their disorganized existences.

Like,who the fuck goes to sleep at six am when you have a class at eight?

Confusing,were the most of them.

My breathing takes on an even level when I near the third built building situated on the right side of campus,and where most language subject were entailed to be teached.

But what was this?

A scent so eerily familiar reaches the entrance of my nose,a looming presence with the wind as I rush up the staircase, seeing that I found escalators and elevators to be an unfit waste of time,settling the warm feeling of sunkissed skin,warm white sand between my toes,my reflection in water the purest turquoise,in my abdomen.

It's so heady at first that I have to pause near the railings on where I had been on my third flight of stairs,and I inhale it eagerly,as it starts an abrupt churning in my stomach.

The regrettably familiar feeling of when I needed to feed.

Why?
Who?
How?

The questions tumbles about in my head,and suddenly I don't feel so good nearing the door leading to Miss.Youngs lecturer hall.

The fact that the scent grew even more distinctively strong the closer to the push-open doors I grew,was not helping at all.

I wanted,no needed something,and I hadn't had the finest clue what in the fucking hell it was.

A last inhale to settle my nerves,a failing attempt if I'm to be honest,before pushing my lengthy curls over my shoulder, shrugging the strap of my sling bag over my shoulder more appropriately,and with the adjustments to my long sleeved cropped knitted sweater and the red tank beneath,I make my way into my literature theoretical class.

Satan's forbidden den,I'd rather.

What greets me is shocking to multiple fields of my fragile mind, having me slightly disoriented,pulling at the messy coils that curl around my neck to get my head out of the daze it's in.

I'm met by an gaze of dark chocolate, staring at me with unfamiliarity,but within in it I notice the confused tilt of recognition as well,with the marrow of his brows across a smooth pale forehead,the purse of lips that look plump and soft,so so soft.

He was ethereal.
So utterly out of the realms of earth and hell.
It looked like he belonged with the Lord's angels instead of the measly humans he'd mistakenly created.

Why had he summoned me?

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𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.
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