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#just some good ol fashioned french kissing lmao
puccafangirl · 3 years
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Is it okay for me to post this to my main? Well it's too late to go back now cause I just did lol.
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threeletterslife · 4 years
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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…
→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au
→ warnings: profanity (like y/n really needs to tone it down lmao) & kissing/making out
→ wordcount: 7.2k
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You're still packing up your stuff after another math class when Jimin walks up to you. You stand up, swinging your backpack over your shoulders and look at your teacher, waiting for him to say something.
"Y/N..." Jimin begins. "Jin told me you eat lunch alone."
You freeze. "Uh y-yeah," you stutter, mental cursing Jin out for telling your teacher. "It's no big deal, I swear."
Jimin frowns, his forehead wrinkling. "Jin worries."
"He always worries," you say as you start to walk towards the door to leave.
"Wait, Y/N," Jimin says, making you stop in your tracks.
"Yes?" you say, turning around, slightly exasperated.
"You need to socialize with people your age," Jimin says. "How do I put this is a soft way? Um... A good student has good grades and a good social life."
You shrug. "I don't need a good social life if I have great grades," you counter, smiling goofily.
Jimin doesn't chuckle. He doesn't even smile. "Y/N, I'm serious. No one likes to be alone."
"You're starting to sound like Jin," you complain.
Jimin sighs. "Listen. I don't know if it's embarrassing for you to eat alone in the cafeteria, but you can eat in my classroom if it makes you feel any better."
You want to accept. You do feel absolutely humiliated as you eat the lunch Jin packs you every day in solitude. Everyone around you is always laughing with their friends, hanging around in groups. In your eyes, it seems like you're the only loner.
But deep down inside, you know you can't accept your teacher's invitation to eat lunch in his classroom.
"I'd like to, er... Mr. Park, but I can't," you say. "I'm sorry," you add. "People might spread rumors. And you know teens these days with their gossiping." You flush at the thought... Imagine if they knew you'd made out with him. You were sure that if you thought your teacher was physically attractive, other girls thought that too. They'd literally roast you on a stick if they found out...
Jimin nods, cheeks turning pink. "Ah, right, the rumors. I forgot about that. Well then, sorry for keeping you in, you should go. Have a good lunch."
"You too," you murmur as you leave. But you knew damn well lunchtime was your least favorite time of the day—it'd take some miracle for any lunch to be good.
You slowly walk to the cafeteria, stopping by your locker to waste some time. Counting slow seconds, you trade out your math book with your philosophy textbook and make sure each thing in your locker is sitting up straight in an orderly fashion. You kill even more time when you start to alphabetize your textbooks -- which only takes a few seconds. So you disorganize the books just to reorder them in color order, starting from your red math book and ending with your purple French book.
Every day, you spend at least a good ten minutes at your locker, taking your time before you had to embarrassingly sit all by yourself to eat.
Today, you unlock your phone, leaning into your locker as you checked your usually very few texts. Due to your lack of friends, Jin was the only one who would regularly text you. And now you see that he had sent you at least ten texts in a row.
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"Hi Y/N!" a bright voice calls and you look up from your phone, turning around and facing away from your locker. "So... how's it going?"
"Oh, uh hey, Jungkook," you say, closing your locker door. "Everything's going okay." You shrug, but heart beating a bit inside. It was weird to see one of the school's popular boys to give you, a loner, so much attention every day. This boy would not leave you alone in school.
Jungkook smiles, his nose scrunching up and his eyes brightening. "Well, that's good to hear. Want me to hold your books for you?" he asks, gesturing towards the three textbooks you were currently carrying.
"No, it's fine," you decline, shifting the heavy books in your arms.
"Oh, okay," Jungkook shrugs. "Hey, if you ever want to eat lunch with someone... uh, I'm always... available. You can eat with me anytime! Maybe, uh even right now!"
As cool as it would be to eat with such a devilishly good-looking guy in your grade, you can't help but immediately decline.
"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I like eating by myself," you say, feeling guilty as Jungkook's face falls. "But um... you're welcome to take some of my food."
His face lights up at that and you smile a little.
"On second thought, you can have my lunch," you say as you shove Jin's deliciously cooked sack lunch meal into Jungkook's hands. "I... uh, gotta get going now." You quickly rush away.
"I'd rather eat with you than eat your food, though!" Jungkook calls as you walk away.
Shaking your head, you just check your phone while you escape. You see a few new texts from your cousin and you reply right away.
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It's been a few days since Jimin's invited you to eat lunch in his classroom. You're packing your stuff up again when you see Jimin standing in front of your desk.
"Hey, can I have a word?" he says.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering why you decline every invitation for you to eat with your peers," your teacher says, placing a hand on your desk.
You raise your eyebrows.
"A few days ago with Jungkook..." Jimin says.
"Did Jin tell you?" you immediately counter, leaning back in your seat and sighing. "I need to start telling him to keep his dramatic mouth to himself."
"Actually, I saw you," Jimin says.
"You were watching me?" you ask, frowning.
"Well, I was passing by and I happened to see you," Jimin quickly adds. "I used to think the other kids didn't like you. I thought maybe they were bullying you for being so smart. But then I saw that your peers do like you and you're the one that's pushing them away. Why?"
You flinch. "I like solitude," you say. "The kids here are probably fake anyway."
Your teacher sighs. "If that's what you tell yourself then fine. But I've been thinking, Y/N... since you're such a math whiz, I was wondering if you want to start a math club during lunch," Jimin says, crouching down to your eye level.
You don't even hesitate. "No thanks, Mr. Park," you say. "Besides, I don't know enough people to make a club."
Jimin smiles warmly, his pretty, pink lips curling up slightly as his eyes sparkle. "That's okay, I'll recruit the people for you."
"I don't know Mr. Park..." you say. "What would a math club do, anyway?"
"You won't be alone too often during lunch anymore," Jimin says. "And you'll be able to enter math competitions and win, you know, make your school proud...Make Jin proud..."
"I really don't know, Mr. Park," you say.
"C'mon, Y/N," Jimin says, eyes turning wide, almost as if he were pouting. "It'll be good for you."
You raise an eyebrow of doubt.
"I'm telling you this as your teacher," Jimin says, then he leans in, whispering the next part, "and as your friend." He smiles warmly at you.
You flush at the proximity as you pause, then slowly nod. "I... o-okay." You give in and you think it's partly because of your teacher's sunny smile. "Thank you," you add, not forgetting your manners.
Jimin nods, leaning back and standing up. "No problem." He smiles at you.
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You walk out of your math class highly dazed. You can't stop thinking about Jimin's words.
As your friend... As your friend... As your friend...
He's your friend?! You barely even remember what a friend is—it's been a long time since you've had one. Is it someone you hang out with? Someone you can laugh with? Or someone you can rely on and someone that cares about you?
You think back to how Jimin would always put you first during the beach house vacation, giving you better seats with better views, letting you have the better choice of snacks and the larger tub of ice cream. Maybe it was because you are a girl, or maybe it was because he's your friend.
You shrug. You don't think there's typically anything illegal with being friends with your teacher.
"Y/N!" you hear someone shout from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts. It sounds like Jungkook. And sure enough, when you turn around, you see the handsome boy jogging towards you.
"Hey," you say as you shift your hefty backpack on your shoulders.
"I'll hold that for you if it's too heavy," Jungkook offers, his muscular arms on display as he reaches out for your backpack.
"Um, no thanks," you quickly say. "I'm uh... on my period, I need the bag," you fib. "Sorry, um, I think I need to go to the restroom." And with that, you quickly push past Jungkook and find your way to the girl's restroom, deciding to eat your lunch in there.
Sitting down on the toilet seat with a bit of leftover sushi, you think back to your math teacher.
"I can't believe I have a friend..." you breathe.
A friend other than Jin!
A wave of happiness floods through you. "A friend! I have a friend!" you shriek in glee.
Surely if Jin trusted him, you could trust him too.
History wouldn't repeat itself... right?
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Now you're starting to see some pattern. Every weekend, you hang out with Jimin and your cousin. It's not like you don't want to either—both of them are good company.
Besides, sometimes even you need breaks from your arduous studying. This time, you three go bowling, which you're kinda bad at.
You're losing, 95 to 120 and 200. Jin was in the lead, just like always. Obviously, it was his idea to come here in the first place. You just order another coke and drink away your soon-to-be loss.
Jimin slouches on the seat next to you, sighing. "Man, this is not my day," he says. "I bet $10 on my win."
You laugh. "You should've known not to bet. Jin's literally the bowling master."
Jimin shrugs, taking your coke out of your hands and downing the rest of it, his pink lips resting on the cold metal of the red can as he gulps away.
"Gross!" you say, "I was just drinking that."
Jimin pauses. "Oops."
You roll your eyes. "Don't spit it out that's just worse."
"I wasn't planning to," Jimin laughs. "Oh yeah, and I've been meaning to tell you—I've recruited 10 people already for the math club. Including you, that's 11."
You nod. How could you forget about the math club? "Wow, thanks," you say. "So how exactly am I supposed to prepare for it?"
"We'll prepare together," Jimin says. "We'll make practice worksheets and research math competitions."
"Sounds good," you say, tossing the empty coke can towards Jimin. "You drank it, you throw it away."
"Aw, fine," Jimin says as he pouts a bit, plump lips pulling out. You roll your eyes jokingly as he leaves his seat to trash the can.
Relaxing in your seat, you smile to yourself. Maybe... just maybe, the math club might be... fun.
"Strike!" Jin cries, startling you from your thoughts as he runs off the bowling platform. "I won!" he shouts. "Loser buys dinner!"
You whine. "Hey, you should've told me that before I stopped trying!"
Jimin returns to the scene, grinning. "I vote for lobster night."
"Me too," Jin grins.
"Oh, c'mon, I don't even work, I live off of my allowance!" you complain.
But Jin grasps your hands, looking into your eyes with a puppy dog look as Jimin stares at you with his doe-eyes. "I love you, Y/N," your cousin whines.
You sigh, rolling your eyes. "You just had to pull the I love you card. But fine." You can't believe you gave in to their pleading. "But you two are buying desserts!"
"Sounds like a plan," Jimin and Jin chime in.
You smile as you skip your way to the car. You feel happy—as if the pains of your past don't bother you anymore.
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Your eyes light up at the delicious meal placed before you, the alabaster meat of the lobster creating hot steam that disappears into the warm night air.
"Close your mouth, Y/N, you're going to drool," Jin jokes as he spears you a piece of the lobster meat on your fork, dipping it slightly in warm, liquefied butter. "Say ah," he says.
You roll your eyes but take the meat thankfully, chewing the soft white meat and groaning at the heavenly taste. "This is heaven."
"God, try the steak too—this is delicious!" Jimin says as he starts to cut up his steak into smaller pieces.
Jin takes a piece of his friend's steak and pops it into your mouth and you obediently chew and swallow, the burst of savory taste making your eyes roll back into your head. "How come I never knew this place existed until now?" you cry as you start to shove all kinds of food into your mouth. You have no shame when it comes to eating.
"This is thanks to Jimin," Jin replies with his mouth stuffed full. "He recommended this place."
Jimin laughs, a hand delicately covering his mouth. "You two eat in the same way," he giggles. "The effects of living with each other?"
"Do you approve of them being together?" the sudden voice makes you jump, almost dropping the precious rib you had been consuming.
All three of you look up to see your waitress, beaming as she twirls a strand of her hair with her finger.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Jimin asks politely.
"I asked if you approve of your sister over there with her date," the waitress says. "They're a lovely couple."
"Er—"
Jimin shoots a look at you and Jin as both of you start to laugh, you even snorting in the process.
"I'm sorry!" Jin cries hysterically, placing a hand over his stomach. "We're cousins! And Jimin is just a friend, not Y/N's brother!"
The waitress blushes red. "Oh goodness! I'm so sorry," she says. "I just assumed... you were living with her... I—"
"It's fine," Jimin chuckles. "I guess it would've seemed like that from an outside perspective. Now can you do me a favor and get the bill?"
The waitress looks faint as even Jimin's slight smile produces some sort of a reaction. "Yes, I'll get on that!" she says as she quickly walks away, keeping her head low to hide her blush.
"Do we really look like a couple?" you ask as you suck your fingers off from the barbeque sauce of the ribs.
"Honestly, yeah," Jimin says, shrugging. "A married couple 'cause you're always bickering too. But it's cute."
Jin laughs. "So, the waitress had a thing for you, Jimin," he suddenly teases.
Jimin rolls his eyes. "She was just being nice."
"Blushing cheeks? Touching her hair? Nah, she was trying to flirt," you say, wiping your hands off on a napkin and taking a sip of your glass of water.
"Whatever. Y/N, you're paying," Jimin says, changing the topic.
You grin. You'd been waiting for this moment. "Oops," you say, shrugging. "Forgot my wallet."
"Y/N!" Jin cries. "You've got to be kidding!"
"Actually, no," you reply. "I'm not kidding at all. Guess someone else will have to pay," you smile adorably.
"I don't have my credit cards with me!" Jin panics. "And I used up most of my big bills for bowling too!"
"Likewise!" Jimin says, eyebrows furrowing in worry.
"Y/N, you are dead when we get home," Jin seethes as you smile innocently.
"If we get home," you answer, not even the slightest bit worried.
"Whatever, Jimin can flirt his way out of anything," Jin sighs. "Do your thing with the waitress, Jimin," he says as your teacher rolls his eyes.
"Here's the bill, according to your favor," the waitress says as she neatly places the bill in front of Jimin, smiling at him all the while.
Jimin gives you and Jin an 'I will kill you look' before he smiles back at the waitress. "Sweetheart," he starts, his voice sweet and smooth, "it seems that all 3 of us have forgotten our wallets, silly us," he chuckles lightly.
"Oh dear," the waitress says, but she doesn't really look concerned, she's too busy making googly-eyes at your teacher's full lips. Jimin looks like he's got her wrapped around his finger already. "I-I t-think I have to call the manager," the waitress stutters.
"No need, honey," Jimin purrs. "I'll bring my wallet from home; I promise, it'll only take a few minutes."
The waitress stares deeply into your teacher's alluring eyes as she absentmindedly nods.
"Thank you, baby," Jimin says, winking as he stands up. "Your tip," he chuckles lowly as he fishes out the waitress's notebook from her pocket and scrawls down a series of numbers: presumably his phone number. "I'll be back, guys. Y/N, you owe me money."
And with that, your teacher leaves. You let out a breath you didn't even know you'd been holding in. Had you really just been affected by your teacher's flirting?
You mentally slap yourself. No, Y/N! Snap out of it!
"He's... beautiful," the waitress whispers to herself, mesmerized.
You roll your eyes. "Not when you owe him money," you mutter.
The waitress squeals as she looks down at her notebook to see a phone number. "I caught a case!" she sings, placing a dramatic hand to her heart.
Jin leans into you. "How much do you wanna bet that's actually not his number?" he whispers.
"I'm in the same boat as you, that's totally not his number," you whisper back, huffing. "I still can't believe Jimin thinks I owe him money."
"Well, you were supposed to pay," Jin sighs. "But I'm not even angry at you anymore, especially because of that hilarious show Jimin just put on. He told me he was always such a good flirt."
"He told me he was just a nerd!" you say, frowning.
"Why? You can't be a nerd if you flirt?" Jin cocks his eyebrows.
"Well, no—"
"Then your teacher was a flirty nerd, learn a few things from him!" Jin scolds you lightly. You roll your eyes.
"No thanks," you say. "I'd rather get good grades than get guys."
"Spoken like a true nerd," Jimin says as he claps, huffing lightly as he slides into his seat. "I've decided that dinner and dessert will be on me, you're welcome."
Your teacher grins, sending your heart beating wildly. Calm yourself, Y/N, it's just free food, nothing else.
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"I'm going to KILL him!" you hear your cousin shriek as you get ready for school.
"Kill who?" you ask as you race into your cousin's room to witness some early morning drama.
"YOUR MATH TEACHER!" Jin screams. He shoves his phone into your hands and you burst out in hysterical laughter after reading what was presented before you on your cousin's screen.
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"My stomach hurts!" you wheeze, doubling over from your laughter. "Her response, your reply! It's everything!"
"Yeah, well, my stomach doesn't hurt," Jin says, rolling his eyes. "Jimin'll be dead before you even walk into his class."
"Not if I don't warn him beforehand!" you sing as swing your weighty backpack over your shoulder.
"Who's side are you on, Y/N?" Jin cries as you're already halfway out the front door. "I'm your cousin!"
"But Jimin's my friend!" you call out before you slam the door shut.
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"Is this problem too hard?" Jimin asks, tapping on your shoulder with his pencil. Both of you are sprawled on the floor, side by side, with stacks of paper and two laptops, busily researching competitions to attend and at the same time, creating practice questions.
You take your pencil and the paper where Jimin had written down a problem. Taking a look at it for a few minutes, you turn to your teacher. "0.4987," you say.
"You did that in your head?" Jimin asks, amazed. "Did you memorize the z-score table or something?"
"Just a little bit," you confess. "But it is a challenging problem," you add. "It's good, let's add it. Hey, can you try solving mine?"
Jimin takes your paper, gripping his pencil and scribbling on work for the next couple of minutes. "17.4?" he asks, setting down his pencil.
"Close, 17.9," you say. "Maybe I did the math wrong."
"Wait no," Jimin says, frowning at his work. "Shit, I calculated the wrong radian. I'm lucky I even got a close answer."
You giggle. "Did the legendary math teacher make a mistake?" you gasp dramatically, placing a hand on your lips.
"Oh shut up," Jimin says, nudging you. "But it's a good problem—it tricked me."
You nod, grinning. "Let's add it to the list!"
So far you two had come up with about thirty problems, working nonstop to cover all the bits and corners of math from Algebra I all the way to Statistics.
You were honestly a bit worn out. Sure, you like math, but this was just too much of it. You roll over to the side, stretching out and yawning.
"I'm hungry," you realize, placing a hand on your growling stomach.
Jimin laughs. "No wonder Jin calls you a hog sometimes."
"Hey, watch it!" you slap Jimin's shoulder. "That was not appropriate!"
That only makes your teacher laugh even harder.
"I would cook for you," Jimin says, "but I don't want to burn the house and kill us both."
"Yeah, I'm too young to die," you chime in, standing up. "I'm gonna see if there's anything in the fridge."
You walk over to your refrigerator which is always filled to the brim, thanks to Jin. Luckily, there's leftover pasta from last night, which you try to take out.
"Wow I need Jin to stock up my fridge too," Jimin says, extremely close to your ear. He's bending forward, face hovering over your right shoulder. You jump back, surprised, nearly dropping the glass container. You should've fallen over but strangely, you're still standing.
You turn back to see Jimin securing you, his warm hands placed on your waist. Quickly, you regain your balance and Jimin lets go of your waist only after he makes sure you won't fall over again.
You swear your cheeks are flushing red as you can still feel the ghost of Jimin's hands hovering over your waist.
God, how embarrassing.
Every single time you two have some sort of contact, you can't help but remember that night when your teacher had been drunk...
You shake the thought away. Stop it, Y/N! You're supposed to be way over that!
"Stop being so clumsy, Y/N," Jimin laughs. "Actually though, I'm impressed you didn't drop the glass container."
You nod quickly, taking no time to get offended or tease back. You briskly take the container to the microwave, heating the pasta up the lazy way.
Jimin's already rummaging about for two plates and some silverware as you set the water down.
It's strange how close you've become with Jimin, how routinely it seemed to be to eat with him or even be around him. But it was a nice kind of strange.
Jimin opens the microwave a second before it would start beeping, taking out the nice, warm pasta. He splits the meal between you two, giving you the larger half.
"Wow, thanks," you say.
"No problem, Y/N the hog," Jimin jokes. You scoff, slightly offended, lightly hitting Jimin's shoulder. Laughing and poking your cheek teasingly, your teacher hands you a fork and a napkin. "Bon appetit!" he says before you both dig in.
Maybe about minutes later you finish up the last noodle of your spaghetti and you pat your stomach in satisfaction. "Ah, I feel so much better now."
Jimin chuckles as he pushes his finished plate away and looks up at you. But as soon as his eyes meet your face, your teacher starts to laugh hysterically. "Ah, Y/N, you're such a messy eater!"
"Wow, thanks," you say as you frown slightly.
"No, really," Jimin says as he suddenly leans forward. Your breath hitches as your teacher reaches out to your face with his hand. His thumb lightly brushes against the edge of your lip and your mouth quivers slightly. "Spaghetti sauce," Jimin whispers as his thumb still lingers near your lips.
Stupid Y/N. Why would your teacher linger around your lips like that? It's just your dumbass imagination.
"Well, well, well," a voice calls from near the entrance of your house. You turn around to see Jin who was smirking, looking teasingly at you and Jimin, whose thumb was still near your mouth. "Spaghetti is such a romantic dinner," Jin chuckles.
Jimin rolls his eyes as he grabs a napkin and wipes his thumb off with it. "Nice to see you too, Seokjin," he says.
"Y/N, when I told you to get a boyfriend, I didn't mean my best friend," Jin teases you, grinning mischievously.
You roll your eyes. "Whatever. You and I both know that dating for me is impossible," you say.
"I know, I know," Jin laughs. "You two are the last people I'd ever suspect to date others."
"Well I'm sorry I love my job," Jimin says while rolling his eyes. Then, he stands up, gathering your plate and his as he heads over to place them in the kitchen sink. "It's getting kind of late. I should go now," your teacher says as he picks up his laptop from the floor.
"You can stay if you want," Jin offers.
"No, it's fine," Jimin says. "I can handle being alone for a little while," he jokes as he takes his jacket off the coat rack and places it over his shoulders. "Thanks for dinner."
You nod. "And thanks for coming over and helping me with the math club stuff," you reply.
"No problem. Good night, Y/N, Jin," Jimin says, slipping on his shoes and opening the front door of your house.
"Good night, Jimin," you and Jin both say in sync as you watch Jimin disappear behind the door; the last thing you see is his bright smile and waving hand.
Jin turns to you. "So you're on a first-name basis with Jimin, huh?" he asks, poking you.
You roll your eyes. "I don't call my friends by their surnames, you know. Do I call you Mr. Kim?"
"Well no, and that's because I'm not your teacher," Jin points out. He chuckles. "So, I saw him wipe the sauce off your face," your cousin teases. "He did that even though there were napkins right next to him."
Your face slowly flushes red as you realize your cousin was right. There had been napkins next to you and your teacher, but he had chosen to use his thumb to wipe away the sauce near your lips.
"Whatever," you say. "Does it matter?"
But late at night, when you were supposed to be drifting off asleep, you still couldn't stop thinking about your teacher's thumb tracing across your lip, even hovering there afterward.
There were goddamn napkins next to him... Why didn't he use them?
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"Alright, everyone! Welcome to the first math club meeting!" Jimin says as he clasps his hands together. "This club will be run by Y/N, so show her some respect and give her your full attention!" Your teacher steps to the side revealing you, shaking out of nervosity and gripping your sweaty hands together.
"So... uh," you pause. "I'm uh, Y/N. Senior. Seventeen..." you trail off, looking helplessly at Jimin for help. He just gives you a small thumbs up.
A buttload of help that was.
"I... uh, don't really think I know any of you... But I assume you guys are all good at math," you try, fidgeting nervously with your hands. "Maybe we could go around saying our names and grades?"
A murmur of agreement sets in as a girl speaks first. "I'm Sarah, a junior."
"Hey, I'm August and I'm in 10th grade."
"Yo I'm Nicole and I'm a senior."
"Hi Y/N," a familiar voice says. "I'm Jungkook and I'm a senior."
Jeon Jungkook. Again?
He followed you into the math club? You eye Jimin who just shrugs.
The other six introductions you kind of zone out on because you're in a frenzy, trying to think of what to say or do afterward.
As soon as the last person introduces themselves, you nervously speak what you had planned out in your head. "Um... I assume everyone here likes math because we're going to be doing a boatload of it," you say. "We'll be going on one major competition this year, and uh, depending on how that goes, we'll go on more next year (if the club is still around)." The club members all nod.
"I guess... We can start naming our strengths in math so I know who to send out for different divisions in the upcoming math competition," you say. "Um... Jungkook? Wanna start us off?"
"Oh, uh, I personally like application problems a lot. But um, I'm good at mental math," he says.
You nod, then pause. "63 times 12?" you ask.
"756," Jungkook answers will little pause.
From the corner, Sarah, August and Nicole all gasp in a unison.
"What the hell? I can barely add that in my head," August says.
Jimin chuckles from the corner. "I'm sure you can. How else can you score hundreds on your exams?"
You smile, feeling energized as you see so many talented people in the same room as you were. But you have to remind yourself to still keep your guard. You can't go going around making friends.
"August? What's your specialty?" you ask.
"Algebra II, I guess. Kinda passed it better than my other math classes," August says.
"Kinda?" Nicole says. "You passed that shit with flying colors." She pauses, looking apologetically at Jimin. "Oops sorry, I'll watch my language."
Jimin laughs. "It's fine. Even I let f-bombs slip sometimes. Just don't do it too often."
You can see out of the corner of your eye, Nicole literally melting to the floor and you realize the effect Jimin had on the female students or females in general.
"Nicole? Your talent?" you ask.
"Calculus for sure," she says right away. "That shi—I mean, that class was really easy."
"Sarah?"
"Hey, August and Nicole dragged me into this. I kinda suck at math," she says, raising up her hands in defense.
"Stop it, bro," August says. "Your geometry grade slayed me."
Sarah rolls her eyes. "Fine. I guess I'm okay at geometry. But only geometry."
The list goes on and on. Some people specialized in earlier levels of math while others specialized in later levels—and there was a perfect balance.
"So, what do you specialize in?" Jungkook suddenly asks, looking at you.
"Me?" you say, bewildered.
"Yeah, you," Jungkook laughs.
"Uh... Well..."
"Y/N's specialty is math itself," Jimin explains, winking at you.
You flush slightly and shake your head. "I'm good at statistics," you say.
"The best at statistics," Jimin butts in and you give him a look.
"Anyways," you say, "I think we have a very well-rounded team!" You clap your hands together and smile and the club members. "Next meeting is next week, same day and time. We'll be using teamwork to solve a series of random problems. So... um, I guess this is it for today then. Uh, thank you so much for coming guys. I guess you can go now," you say. "And sorry I'm so awkward," you mutter to yourself.
"Bye!" everyone chimes as they start to pick up their backpacks, some already heading out for the door. Jungkook's the last one out of the classroom. But just as he was about to shut the door, he pokes his head into the classroom and grins at you. "You're not awkward at all," he says. "The meeting was nice. I look forward to the next one!"
"Thanks," you say, nodding as Jungkook waves his goodbye and leaves off to lunch. You turn to your teacher, giving him a look. "Jimin," you hiss quietly. "Stop bragging about me in front of the other club members!"
"Oh?" Jimin asks as he raises his eyebrow. "Why not? Y/N, your humility is admirable, but you've got to learn that you're literally a genius. Own it."
"You're starting to sound like Jin again," you sing. "And it's not like I can go around telling people I'm good at math. You know, no one likes a boastful brat," you add.
Your teacher laughs. "So, do you like the students I chose?"
"I see you put in Jungkook," you say, crossing your arms.
"He likes you," Jimin chuckles. "I think it's hilarious how he keeps hinting at you but you pretend to be oblivious!"
You roll your eyes. "Too bad I won't like him back. I'm not looking for friends anytime soon."
"Are Jin and I enough?" Jimin teases.
"Honestly, yeah," you answer. "But the girls in the club were really nice."
"Yeah. I purposely left out the bitchy, smartass ones," Jimin whispers, giving you another wink. "You'll only hang out with the best."
You laugh. "Woah, sounds like you went through some major student sorting for the club," you comment.
"How'd you guess?" Jimin asks sarcastically.
"Had a hunch," you reply, grinning. "So, uh... I guess I'll leave for lunch now," you say, standing up.
"Hey, lunch ends in five minutes," Jimin says. "You can stay for five minutes right?"
You look out the window, searching for anyone lurking around. But then you realize no one in their right mind would lurk around some math classroom during lunch.
"Yeah, I guess I can," you say, smiling. You set down your backpack and sit up on your desk. "So, did you know the girls in the club have a bit of a crush on you?"
Jimin laughs. "You mean the way they look at me?"
"Yeah, it's pretty hilarious," you say, giggling.
"I can't blame them," Jimin smirks. "They'd be crazy not to like me," he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.
You push his shoulder, rolling your eyes. "That's borderline illegal," you say, giggling.
"Not as illegal as that one Friday night," Jimin sings.
Your face steams. "Jimin!" you shriek, then immediately lowering your voice. "We wordlessly agreed not to mention that!"
"That's the thing, Y/N," Jimin laughs. "We wordlessly agreed. As far as I can see, I can continue mentioning it," he teases. "Besides, it's hilarious now, don't you think? To think that a stupid mistake I made could turn into friendship? How many mistakes do you know of that turned into miracles? I'm telling you, not many."
You feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks and you look away. "I guess," you mutter.
Suddenly, the loud bell rings, signaling that lunch was over. As if expecting it, you quickly get off from your desk, heaving your backpack over your shoulders.
"Take care, Y/N," Jimin says. "I'll see you soon."
You nod, still red from your teacher's previous words as you quickly walk out of the classroom.
God, some friend he was.
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You still can't believe Jin was going to leave you. This would probably be the first time he wouldn't be by your side for such a long time.
Apparently, the drama team had been invited to some state theater competition and so Jin had to leave with them for a week.
Jin had been overly worried, as usual, asking Jimin to pick you up and take you to school. You knew if Jimin wasn't available, Jin would've canceled the whole trip; he would never let you be truly independent. In fact, Jin knew you were terrible at cooking, so he stayed up a whole night cooking a week's worth of homemade meals for you since you weren't allowed to eat out alone.
Sometimes you wonder how someone can be so kind and thoughtful.
So, there you are, waiting after school in Jimin's classroom. You'd already finished your homework and you were looking around the room, slightly bored.
"How about you help me grade these papers if you're so bored?" Jimin suggests from his desk, pulling down his glasses just a bit.
"Is it that obvious?" you laugh as you pull up a chair next to your teacher and friend.
"Yeah," Jimin chuckles as he hands you a stack of ungraded tests from his lower-level math class. "I trust you know what to do. The answer key's right there. Don't double jeopardize."
You nod, picking up a red pen and starting to grade. But the first test takes you twenty minutes to grade. There are just too many things to correct. The second test takes even longer—you end up marking off every question except three. You gulp.
Jimin leans over your work as you pause. "You're doing great," he says. "Don't feel too bad about it; these kids mess around during lectures—they probably don't even know what 'math' means."
You nod shortly. "Okay..." you say. But five tests in, you've lost hope for humanity. "This person thought 7 plus 5 was 35!" you shriek. "I'm so done!"
Jimin chuckles. "Believe it or not, it's a common mistake."
You want to cry. "That's like saying 3 plus 6 is 18!"
"You'll get used to it," Jimin says. "Just wait until you get one of those kids who doodle on their test and doesn't write any of their answers down."
"You mean... like this guy?" you ask, holding up a completely blank test with only the name and date up at the top and some drawing of a tank shooting innocent stick people.
"Oh yeah... That kid just gave up," Jimin sighs. "I don't think my students try anymore," he says. "I'm only trying to push them so they can get better. Math only gets harder..."
You nod. "I agree. It's their fault for not trying."
Jimin shrugs. "But I still have those A-students who try their best." He holds up a test with a large 98 circled up at the top with a smiley face next to it. "This kid's gonna end up getting over 100 because of the curve."
You laugh. "Well, that sounds familiar."
Jimin nods. "Honestly, why can't my students be like you? Then I won't even have to curve." He smiles at you admiringly, making you blush slightly.
"I'm pretty sure if every single student got A's on your test, it'd look like your tests are too easy," you say. "Then you'd get in trouble."
"True," Jimin sighs, stretching and taking off his glasses. "Hey, thanks for helping me," he says.
"I only graded like six tests," you protest.
"And now I only have ten more to go," Jimin answers. "I'll finish it at home. Sorry to keep you waiting until 8," he says. "I'll take you home now."
"Okay!" you chirp, heaving your heavy backpack on your shoulders as you wait for Jimin to carry his bag full of tests.
The car ride home is cheerful as Jimin talks on and on, never letting the mood fall from happiness.
"I swear, these days, the kids with fourth-period gym stink up my whole classroom in the fifth period!" he complains, wrinkling his nose.
You giggle. "You should get some air fresheners," you say.
"Oh no, but that won't solve the problem at all," Jimin continues. "They wipe their sweat on the desks -- it's as if the smell is permanently etched into the classroom!"
At that, you laugh out loud. "The freshmen dudes, am I right?"
Jimin nods at you knowingly. "I was never that stinky in the 9th grade," he says, thoughtfully. "Granted, I dropped all of my physical education classes to take extra math classes."
"What a nerd!" you tease.
"You would do the same if you could!" Jimin accuses, laughing.
"Point taken," you say. "But I don't think there are any more math classes I have left to take. I've taken everything our school offers."
"Oh? Is Y/N getting snooty?" your teacher teases.
"What? No!" you quickly defend yourself. "I was just stating facts!"
"Snooty facts," Jimin chuckles.
You scoff. "Fine then. Be that way," you say, crossing your arms.
"Is Y/N mad now?" Jimin asks, looking over at you as he drives.
"Yes," you lie.
"I think Y/N is lying," Jimin sings with a teasing lilt to his voice that makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. 
"Am not!"
"Am too!" Jimin winks.
You slump in your seat. "What's the point of trying anymore."
Jimin laughs heartedly as he pulls his car to a smooth stop. "We have arrived," he says formally, no doubt teasing you again.
"Thank god," you reply. But as slightly annoyed as you are, you're almost sad that the car ride is over.
"Good night, Y/N," Jimin says as you get out of his car. "Make sure to get your sleep so you don't wear yourself out."
His sudden caring words make you smile. "Okay," you reply. "Well, good night to you too," you say, shutting the car door. "See you tomorrow."
"See you."
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