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[parts of this chapter has been changed, because I accidentally made Rae act like a dumb bitch for a second]

"When's Thanksgiving break?" I mumbled from the couch.

My mom narrowed her eyes. "You had a four day break and you still want more?"

"Uh, yeah? Who likes school anyways.." I reached for the bowl of chips beside me.

"Back in my day—

"Mom." I stopped her with my hands. "I get it, back in your day you had to walk to school and you didn't get the same treatments as we do now blah blah."

"Then stop complaining." She raised her brow.

"I'm n—

We both looked at each other as the door bell rang. I gave her look, letting her know I wasn't going to be getting up to answer the door.

"Rae." She glared at me while washing a dirty plate over the sink.

"Fine." I groaned, picking my lazy ass off the couch.

I dragged myself to the door, and pulled it open. To my surprise, my lovely neighbor thought it would be a good idea to stop by.

"Yes Jimin?" I muttered, stretching my arms in the process.

"I need your notes." He avoided looking at my eyes.

"And I need twelve whole months of vacation time, I guess we're both out of luck." I faked a smile.

"I'm serious Rae." He kicked the door open with his foot. " I'm failing her class."

I chuckled to myself. "The last thing you need is notes. Get yourself a tutor Jimin."

Jimin suddenly put his hand up as if he thought of a brilliant idea. "You can tutor me."

I laughed, almost choking. "Jimin, you know I can't stand being in a room with you, especially after what happened. You know, I'm surprised you even had the guts to come face to face with me."

"I'd come face to face with you any day." His expression changed as he leaned against the door frame.

"W—" I replayed his words in my head, trying to analyze them. "Ew Jimin, what the fuck."

"Are you gonna help me or not?" He moved a strand of hair from my face.

"Get lost." I muttered before pushing the door.

He placed his leg between the door, grinning as he saw me glare at him. "I won't take no for an answer."

"No." I teasingly smiled.

He brought both of his hands to my waist, lightly pushing onto my skin.

"Don't tickle me, I'll kick you." I warned, as he let himself in.

"Did I say come in?" I shrugged my shoulders as he walked up the stairs. He acted as if he knew my place so well.

"I hope your bed's big enough for the two of us." He pondered as he pushed my door open.

"My bed size shouldn't matter.." I rolled my eyes at Jimin as I followed him into my room.

I narrowed my eyes as I saw him plainly standing there, locking his eyes with something on my floor. I moved past him, quickly letting my knees hit the floor as I grabbed my underwear.

"Y—you weren't supposed to see that." I justified, avoiding his gaze.

Jimin's blank expression soon turned into a barely noticeable grin. Lines formed between my brows as I noticed his slight smile.

"Shut up." I yelled, trying to wipe the grin off his face. I only made him smile even more.

I sat onto my bed, covering my face with my hands. I just had to answer the door, before putting my lace thongs away. Don't even ask.

"You're only making my fantasies worse." He laughed as he playfully shook my shoulders.

"This is so embarrassing." I whined as I looked at him through my fingers.

"Don't worry about it." He sat next to me. "Besides, I've already told you that I've seen you in plenty of lingerie."

I briefly looked up, hitting his shoulder. He rubbed the sore spot, giving me a judgmental look.

"What?" I sighed.

"Who are you wearing lingerie for?" He asked, like a concerned boyfriend.

"No one." I lowered my brows.

"Don't lie to me." He grabbed my hand. "With a body like that, you have to be showing it off to someone."

I slowly yanked my hand back, actually flustered by his words. "Can we get off the topic of thongs?"

I reached over to my bag, grabbing my biology textbook out. He groaned, laying back onto my bed.

Listen you little hoes, I switched the subject like 50 times.. so at this point it's a whole new science class called yourmomsasshole

"We're starting now?" He complained.

"Uh, yeah." I raised my brow. "That's why you're in my house."

He sighed. "We have different reasons baby."

I ignored his remark, opening my textbook to the periodic table. "Okay, let's start with naming the elements."

"I'm not that bad at this." He sat up, running his hand through his messy hair.

"H."

"Hypothesis."

I stopped reading and turned to Jimin, giving him a look. He realized he was wrong, and began to think again.

"H— I give up." He stopped mid sentence.

"Hydrogen, Jimin. Hydrogen."

"I knew that." He insisted, laying back so he rested on his elbows. "Next chapter."

I rolled my eyes, flipping to the next page. I had to try teaching him before actually quizzing him.

"So the diamond, like the one you're wearing..." I pointed to his earring. ".. Is the hardest mineral."

"I guess I'm a diamond then." He muttered under his breath.

"Jimin!" I hit his shoulder a second time, getting his dirty reference late.

"Keep going." He chuckled.

I gave him a warning look before continuing to flip through the book. I stopped on a page that looked fairly easy to explain.

"The action of an enzyme with a single substrate is explained using a Lock and Key analogy by Emil Fischer. Basically only the correctly sized key fits into the key hole of the lock."

"I believe you and I could prove the Lock and Key theory later tonight." He smirked.

"That's it." I picked my self up from the bed. Jimin quickly sat up, wanting to watch me as I went off on him.

"I can't teach you biology if all you're getting out of it are dirty puns and references." I yelled at him.

Jimin didn't say anything, but instead slightly tilted his head. "Do you know how many times I've mentally stripped you?"

I couldn't believe it. After all I just said, Jimin still wants to act like an asshole. I walked over to him, tugging at his arm to get him out. I almost squealed as he pulled me onto the bed, trapping me under him.

"Get off." I warned, trying to push his arms away.

His eyes peer up and lock with mine for a brief second. He licked his lips before undoing two buttons of his shirt.

"Jimin, you need to let me go right now." I looked him in the eyes, but his focus was somewhere else.

He aggressively attached his lips to my neck, sloppily sucking on the skin. A gasp unintentionally left my lips, as his sudden move took me by surprise.

"I know you like it baby, don't deny it." He whispered into my ear, before lowering his lips to mine.

"Get off of me!" I pushed his chest back with my hands, disconnecting his wet lips from mine.

He glared at me with confused eyes.

"I don't wanna do this." I said, as if he needed an explanation from me. I hated the way he made me so powerless.

"I'm sick of you acting like you don't want me to fuck you senseless. If you're worried about me telling anyone, I won't." He promised, while still hovering over me.

"I said no Jimin." I sternly spoke, keeping my hand on his chest.

"Give me five minutes." He tried to negotiate. "If I don't please you in five minutes, I'll stop."

"It's just between us." He whispered, reaching for his shirt.

I gulped as I watched his shirt get thrown on the floor. His hands then traveled to the belt that wrapped around his jeans.

"Y— you're fucking beautiful." He ran his tongue across his lips and reached for the hoops of my jeans.

"That's off limits!" I smacked his hand away, moving to the end of the bed.

"Nothing's off limits tonight, baby." He smirked, pulling me by one of my legs.

He let his fingers glide along my skin, right above my jeans.

Just as his finger tugged at the waist band, the door knob twisted.

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