Jimin had purposely come in early so he wouldn't come in at the same time as Namjoon. But of course, that didn't matter.

Soon after ten minutes of class time without their actual teacher, an administrator came in to say today's class had been canceled due to Namjoon calling in sick.

It relieved Jimin to say the least, until he realize that he was probably the one to blame for that. Had he not freaked out and actually taken care of him, then maybe he wouldn't be sick.

Jimin was making his way down the hallway when suddenly he heard a whisper. His head snapped up from his phone.

"Psst!"

He looked around but there was no one in sight since everyone was in class.

"Park, over here!"

Jimin walks to where he heard the whisper but he grows confused. "Who's there?"

And with a yelp and a shut of a door, he's being pulled into the janitor's dark closet. A hand is over his mouth as he struggles against the tight grip around his stomach and waist.

"Calm down, it's me."

The younger pulls away, taking a breath as he looks at the outline of his professor in the dark. "Mister Kim? What are you doing here? I thought you called in sick."

"I did but," He turns on the light switch from above. "I'm just lazy."

Jimin notices that his eyes still look puffy and he sniffles every other minute. He is probably still upset from whatever he was drinking about last night.

Last night.

His eyes immediately land on his lips before he looks away, heat rising on his whole face. "Are you okay?"

Namjoon sighs as he leans back onto a shelf of supplies. "To be real with you... no."

Jimin looks up as Namjoon sighs. "Do you want to talk about it?" The pink haired looks down quickly after his question. "I-I realize I'm your student and you might not feel comfortable but sometimes letting out your frustrations is better than keeping them in."

Without hesitation, the professor looks straight into Jimin's eyes as he finally looks up. "When were you ever just my student?" He himself looks away as he shrugs. "You sound like my therapist."

The student shrugs as he scratches the back of his hand. "Sorry?"

"It's actually quite reassuring." Namjoon then stands up straight, extending his hand towards Jimin.

It caught the boy off guard as his hand suddenly lands on his neck but it quickly retracts as Namjoon was just flicking away a fallen string of hair. "Do you remember last night?"

The teacher raises his hand as he does a 'so-so' hand movement. "I remember you getting me in your car but after that, pretty much nothing."

Jimin nodded as he crossed his arms. "Well, I just took you home and made sure you were okay."

"Well, thank you and I'm sorry you had to see me that way." Namjoon brought his hand to his lips, rubbing against them in a thinking manner, but obviously, Jimin could only think of himself on those lips.

"Well... I wouldn't mind talking about. But I've already come out the closet, don't want to stay in any further."

Jimin watched as Namjoon put on sunglasses and opened the door and look around to see if there were people in the hallway.

Wait what?

Jimin pulls Namjoon back inside, the door closing as well. "You're gay?"

The professor chuckled as he scratched his head. "Um... yeah. I mean... bisexual, really. I thought it was obvious."

Jimin's eyes widened. He thought Namjoon had kissed Jimin out of nowhere, maybe a drunk gay experience. But no. He wasn't straight at all!

"Is that bad?" The blond leans forward as he points at Jimin. "Aren't you gay?"

And it just blurted out, it didn't mean to come out, but it did. "You kissed me last night."

Namjoon's usual composed self suddenly turned red, and began stuttering. "W-What? I didn't— Were y-you drunk as well?"

"Is that why you were being weird? Because I had kissed you when I was drunk?"

Jimin then watched as Namjoon swallow down his words, taking too long to answer. "No."

The student gripped at his own hair, looking rather confused and about to have an existential crisis. "Oh no, oh no no no—"

"Jimin, it really isn't that big of a deal." Namjoon grabbed onto his wrists, knowing he'd scratch his scalp off from anxiety. "It's just a drunk mistake."

"But it wasn't." Jimin couldn't bring himself to say he kissed back, but it sure was well insinuated.

Namjoon looked down as he still held onto the boy's wrists, quickly letting go. "Unfortunately so..."

The two just stared at each other. What was going on? The two didn't know each other, but they did... sort of. This wasn't right, was it? It obviously wasn't. Standing in a dark closet, telling each other there's obviously some sort of feeling there— but no.

Jimin wouldn't give in. And thank god he had an escape. His phone rang just as Namjoon had opened his mouth to speak. "Hello?"

"Hey Chim, um... code blue. We gotta talk. Like now."

"My car?"

"Already on my way."

The pink haired boy quickly hung up and looked up at his professor as he pointed at the phone. "I... I have to go."

Namjoon pursed his lips as he opened the door for him. "I'll see you in class..."

Jimin stopped in his tracks, his eyes shaking. "You can email me if you'd like to talk... About whatever it is you're upset about, I mean..." And he quickly left to his car.

He tried his best to not think about Mister Kim. Mister Kim? That didn't sound right anymore. Namjoon. Namjoon felt too casual.

How could that be too casual? Not only did he just tell his professor he could confide in him, the two have kissed each other.

Right, right, Taehyung. Code blue.

Wait code blue meant 'There's something you gotta see.' That's usually not good.

"Jimin!" Taehyung quickly ran up to his best friend, a familiar camera in hand. "Dude, I knew it. I told you!"

"Wh-What is it?" Jimin grabbed onto the camera being handed to him. "Is this my old camera?"

"I got it fixed." Taehyung sighed as he shook his head in disbelief at it. "It cost me a lot but I just... I didn't want you to pay for a new one when you always do so much for me—"

Jimin hugged Taehyung, squealing. "Tae, you're the best! You really make my days better!"

Taehyung couldn't smile though. Instead, he pointed at the camera. "Jimin... I went through the camera's files, and somehow they were intact other than a few pictures looking corrupt."

"Did you like them?" Jimin giggled as he turned the camera on. "I know it's just me filming Hobi at Ilsang but, it was supposed to look professio... nal."

The boy frowns as he looks at the last file, something he didn't recognize as something he filmed.

"Jimin, I wanted to find proof but never in there." Taehyung stammered as Jimin looked up confused. "I-I just happened to fix it. I didn't know..."

The older then looked down and clicked on the video, quickly, laughter emerged from the video's audio.

"Guys, guys! Settle down! It's not that big of a  deal!" Jimin recognized the voice as Yugyeom's, a fellow classmate of Hoseok's.

The camera finally focused and it in front was Hoseok sitting on a couch beside Jackson Wang, a guy that weirdly enough, Jimin almost never saw anymore despite his popularity for throwing the best parties all over Korea.

"Ready, ready?" A girl's voice asked.

Jimin frowned as he watched Hoseok wrap his hands around Jackson's neck, Jackson wrapping his around his waist.

"Three minutes start... now!"

And of course, he couldn't deny it anymore.

The choreographer J-Hope had cheated on him with the popular guy at school while they were on a trip Jimin had fully paid for.

He watched the full three minutes of his then boyfriend making out and feeling up Jackson's pants—Jackson doing the same—a crowd cheering as the other guy took off his shirt.

He continued to watch the next two minutes of the camera following them into a room being shut and locked before the video came to a stop.

And Jimin was nothing but furious.

Jimin looked up, anger in his eyes. "Where is he?"