Jimin frowns as he hears the lock click, and looks up in surprise.

"I can assure you that I won't try to escape.". He says with a sigh, but Mr, Randolph ignores him.

This is why everyone hates you, you crusty ass white bitch.

Letting out another exaggerated sigh, Jimin continues writing, already at his 30'th "I will not use electronics in class".

He can feel Mr. Randolph's eyes on him, and Jimin resists the urge to tell him that he's not about to whip out a second phone to sext Jungkook on.

He also notices that as well as the locked door, all the blinds and windows are closed, as if Mr. Randolph expects him to jump out the window to escape detention or something.

He's already on his 50th "I will not use electronics in class." when he's bored, wishing there were another person in detention so that they could at least pass notes. It's incredibly awkward sitting there on his own, in a somewhat dark room with his least favorite teacher staring holes into him. He doesn't know why, but the way Mr. Randolph is staring at him is creeping him out.

You watch too many movies, Jimin, He's just a paranoid freak.

"Can I open a window?". Jimin asks. "It's a little stuffy in here.".

He doesn't even wait for a response, just smooths out his skirt, hops up and heads towards the windows.

"No.". Mr. Randolph answers as Jimin is about to pull the blinds up. "We wouldn't want to have you leaving the room, now would we?".

Ew, what a creep.

Jimin just shrugs and sits back down, pulling his skirt back down, still feeling Mr. Randolph's eyes on him. Jimin ignores him, just curses Urban Outfitters for making a skirt that always rides up his thighs when he sits down and goes back to writing.

Another awkward twenty minutes later, Jimin is done, rows and rows of perfect I will not use electronics in class's, and he stands back up, throws his bag over his shoulder and drops his paper on Mr. Randolph's desk.

"Can I have my phone back, now?".

"Do you think you deserve it, Jimin?"

Jimin frowns.

"Uh, yeah. I need it.".

"Don't you think you should earn it?".

Jimin feels a shiver creeping down his spine, and he shakes it off, going for a confident gaze instead.

"Whatever. I'll wait the week.".

With another roll of his eyes, Jimin mutters a "Bye", and tries to open the door, only to realize it's locked.

"Uh, Mr. Randolph?".

"Yes, Jimin?".

"I think you locked us in.".

Jimin expects him to apologize, make some excuse, but he laughs, no, chuckles, standing up from his desk.

"Um... can you unlock the door?". Jimin tries.

"Now, why would you think I would do that?".

"Because I want to leave?".

"Or because you think you should leave?".

Jimin frowns.

"What does-".

"I think you know exactly what I want, Jimin.".

"An apology? Um, the homework I forgot last week?".

"No. I want you.".

Jimin pauses, wondering whether he heard him correctly.

"...What?!".

"Now, now, don't play dumb, Jimin. You're my star student, I'm sure you understand.".

Jimin blinks, then stares at him, shock and disgust contorting on his face.

"Um, ew? Get away from me, you creep! I have a fucking boyfriend!".

"Oh, trust me, I know. I've been watching you for a while now.".

"Uh, that's not a flex. Fuck off!".

Jimi trate at the door knob, but it doesn't open, all he can do is back away as Mr. Randolph comes closer, a strange smile on his face.

"Why do you think I gave you detention for kissing that boy in the hallway? Because I wanted you to stay away from him. And why do you think I let you get away with so much in my class, just not texting your boyfriend? Because I lov-".

"What the fuck?!". Jimin cringes at his shrill voice, panicking as he realizes he's pressed against the door, heart pounding against his chest. "Leave me the fuck alone, I don't even care if you fail me! Just fucking give me my phone back!".

"Well, since you asked so nicely.".

He pulls the phone from his pocket, and Jimin cringes as he realizes the Polaroid of him and Jungkook in his phone case is askew, he had three Polaroids in his phone, one of him, one of him and Jungkook and one of Taehyung, Jungkook, Seokjin, Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi. The one of himself is gone, the others are in the wrong order.

And fuck, he doesn't have a password after Jihyun found out his and made fun of him for watching maid boy TikTok. He was planning on making a new one when it got confiscated, after all.

So... Mr. Randolph wasn't on his own phone the entire time, he was looking through Jimin's.

Jimin pockets his phone, hands shaking, but as Mr. Randolph gets even closer, he manages to open what he hopes is a call with Jungkook. Thank God for speed dial.

He sees the line connect out of the corner of his eye, it's a good thing his call volume is silent, when Mr. Randolph puts a hand on the door behind him, completely blocking him.

"Now that I gave you what you want, why don't you give me what I want?".

"What?! I don't fucking want to, let me out!". Jimin kicks the door behind him, trying desperately to unlock the door, and Mr. Randolph chuckles again.

"You should know that this is the only classroom in the school that can be locked from the outside. Why do you think I chose it?".

"Cause you're a fucking creep and a pedo!". Jimin yells, and does the first thing he can think of, kicking his leg as hard as he can.

Mr. Randolh doubles over, stumbling over his own feet, and Jimin takes the opportunity to scan the room. It takes roughtly a minute for the blinds to go up automatically, then thirty seconds to open the window and run the fuck away.

If his suspicions are right, someone should be able to open the door from outside, so all he can hope is that Jungkook heard the whole conversation and is making his way to the room.

"Please, just let me go.". Jimin tries, but he seems unbothered, just smirks, trying to push Jimin against the door again.

"See, it can be done. Asking nicely, and I sure do love to hear you beg.".

"Please. I don't want to-.". Jimin holds back his tears, the anger and disgust is gone now, the short rush of adrenaline, too, now he's just terrified, realizing that there might not be a way out.

"Now, now, Jimin, we both know you don't really want that.".

Jimin flinches as he rests a hand on his waist, pinning him against the door.

"Get away. Please.". He's close to tears again, the overwhelming reality hitting him, he now knows there's no way out.

Where the fuck is Jungkook?! What if I'm muted?!

"I have a boyfriend, I don't want you!". Jimin tries, pushing the man away, but he's too heavy, one hand already on his thigh, toying with his garters.

"If you don't want me, why did you lead me on like that?". He snarls, and Jimin winces, backing away.

"I never led you on, I-".

"Then why did you wear revealing clothes today? Or flirt with me every lesson? Or-".

"I never did that, I would never-".

"Yes you did. We both know exactly what you meant.".

Jimin flinches away again, choking back a sob as he hears footsteps in the hall.

"Help me!". Jimin screams, pounding against the door, just as Mr. Randolph's face contorts into anger, clamping a hand over his mouth.

"I thought we could do this quietly and quickly, Jimin, but it looks like you want to be punished, don't you?".

Jimin's terrified, sobbing and pounding on the door, flinching as he feels a hand under his skirt, but he's not able to do anything, his hands are pinned against the door, as well as his body, trying to kick at the man on him.

"Let me go, please.".

Just as Mr. Randoph has him cornered, both hands gripping his ass while Jimin pushes him away, the door is kicked open, Jimin falls onto the ground, almost toppling on the man next to him, and Jungkook raises his fists.

"What the fuck?!".

His face changes as he sees Jimin on the ground, tears streaking across his face, phone clattering against the floor, and his teacher on the floor as well, looking furious.

"What are you doing here, Jeon?".

Jungkook ignores him and helps Jimin up, pushing a button on his phone.

"If I were you, I wouldn't say anything else. The voice recording already has enough incriminating evidence.".

"Voice recording?". Jimin whispers, and Jungkook nods, wrapping a protective arm around him.

"I started recording the second I heard his voice when you called me.".

"You called him?!". Mr. Randolph shouts, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"You can complain about it in court. I'll take Jimin home for now.".

Jungkook ignores his protests and pulls Jimin into the hallway with him, where Jimin collapses in his arms, crying softly.

"Thank you.". He whispers, and Jungkook nods, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Babe, it's fine. Everything's fine. You're okay now. Let's get you home, okay?".

"I'm sorry.". Jimin whispers, and Jungkook sighs, pulling him into a hug.

"Don't be. What happened just now wasn't your fault, at all.".

"I led him on.". Jimin sobs, and Jungkook strokes his hair, trying to reassure him.

"You didn't. It was all his own sick imagination. Don't blame yourself for this.".

Jungkook takes Jimin's shaking hand in his own, steadying him.

"Come on, let's get out of here. I'll take you home.".

"I don't want to go home.". Jimin whispers, and Jungkook sighs, already leading him to the door.

"Your parents are gonna get worried. But I'll stay the night if you want.".

"I don't want my parents to know.".

"Babe-".

"What if they get mad? What if they blame me?".

"They won't. It's gonna be fine.".

Jimin says nothing in return, still shaking as Jungkook opens the door, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Your house?".

"I don't-".

"Your house.".