Y/N POV:
“Class, this is Park Jimin. He’ll be your new instructor, and for now, your P.E. teacher as Mr. Kang is recovering in the hospital,” Mrs. Lee announced. But I found myself unable to focus on her words. Park Jimin…the man looked utterly angelic. The way his dark hair framed his face, the subtle curve of his lips, the confident way he held himself – everything felt impossibly perfect. Almost *too* perfect.
“Yah, Kim Taehyung!” Mrs. Lee’s voice cut through my reverie, sharp with frustration. “What are you doing there? That’s not your seat!” She scolded Taehyung, but he didn’t budge.
“Just sitting with my best friend,” he replied, a bored shrug accompanying the words. He then rested his hand on my shoulder. Mr. Park’s gaze shifted from Taehyung to me. My cheeks flushed with heat. His intense eyes locked onto me, and I instinctively averted my gaze, embarrassed by the sudden attention.
He returned his gaze to Mrs. Lee, and the sharp line of his jaw was clearly visible.
“You can’t simply disregard the rules! Detention after school,” she continued, her voice rising. Taehyung merely rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He rested his arms on his desk, lowering his head onto them.
“Apologies for his behavior,” Mrs. Lee said to Mr. Park, who was now smiling. “Looks like I’ll have my hands full with these kids.”
“No problem,” he responded, his smile widening. A strange prickle of offense ran through me when he referred to us as “kids.” I wasn’t a child. I may be young, but I felt mature, almost grown up.
“Oh, I forgot the name list. Just one moment, and I’ll be right back.” Mrs. Lee quickly left the classroom to retrieve the list. Mr. Park set his bag down and stood in the center of the room. He began speaking about his education and background, mentioning that we were his first class, but I barely heard a word. Watching his full lips move, and his eyes sweep across the room, sent my heart racing. Why was I so captivated? I felt lost in his sheer attractiveness.
“Wait…WHAT THE HELL? AM I CRAZY? HE’S MY NEW TEACHER! I CAN’T THINK ABOUT THIS!” I screamed internally, looking away. Then I noticed the other girls were watching him with the same dazed expression I was. They were already falling for him, no doubt.
“I have to pull myself together. He’s just another teacher, like the others. His looks won’t change anything.” I tried to calm myself, to forget him, but standing directly in front of me made it nearly impossible. Mrs. Lee returned with the list and handed it to Mr. Park.
“Okay, I’ll leave you with the class. Good luck. Goodbye, everyone. I’ve enjoyed my time with you, even through the chaos. Good luck with your futures.” She smiled and exited the classroom without another word. It was a surprisingly quick farewell. Mr. Park glanced at the name list and then looked back at us.
“Who is Y/N?” he asked. Panic seized me. I couldn’t utter a single word, my tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth. I was just sitting there, my face burning. Of all people, why me?
“That’s her,” Taehyung pointed towards me. Mr. Park’s gaze landed on me, and my heart threatened to leap from my chest.
“So, you’re the troublemaker’s best friend,” he said with a knowing smile. Of course, Mrs. Lee had already given him a briefing. He read through the names, and the girls visibly swooned as their names left his lips. The boys simply looked annoyed. No wonder they had some serious competition now. Finally, the school bell rang.
“That’s all for today, everyone. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mr. Park smiled as we filed out of the classroom.
“Oh my god, he’s so handsome!” “I want him!” “His hair is so beautiful!” I heard the girls whispering amongst themselves.
“This boy is so annoying,” Taehyung said, walking beside me, and voicing his immediate dislike for Mr. Park.
“Yeah…so annoying,” I echoed, staring down at my shoes. My face was still flushed. He was driving me crazy, and it was only the first day. I’d never felt this way before. “What’s going to happen to me tomorrow, and for the rest of the year?”
After School:
I walked out of school, intending to wait for Taehyung. Then I remembered he’d been assigned detention by Mrs. Lee. I didn’t want to walk home alone, so I went back inside and down the stairs to the detention room. Taehyung was already slumped in a seat, asleep.
I quietly approached him and leaned close, my mouth near his ear. “FIRE!” I screamed, and he jolted awake in panic.
“WHERE?!” he demanded, his face wide with alarm. I burst out laughing at his reaction, and how easily I’d fooled him.
“Haha, just kidding,” I managed to say between giggles.
“You idiot. Why are you here?” he grumbled, settling back into his chair.
“I didn’t want to walk home alone, so I came to find you,” I answered, about to sit down. But Taehyung stood up again.
“Well then, let’s go.” He smiled, heading towards the door.
“No, wait, you have detention!” I called after him, but he ignored me.
“I don’t care.” I rolled my eyes and hurried after him. We walked home together, just like every other day, oblivious to everything around us. Well, I had one thing on my mind: that infuriatingly handsome new teacher. Why did he have to look *that* good?