Jimin hums to himself while cleaning up the equipment. It's eight o'clock already, the stage completely empty while he works on organizing all the devices used today. It's Friday, so most of his classes were here today. Filling in for acting is a tough job, that's for sure. He has experience, sure he took classes in high school and college, but this is annoying. Dealing with students who pretend they're better than one another even though it isn't true. He very rarely sees any students who are genuinely trying. Then... there's Y/n.

She's pretty decent at it. Not great, but not bad. She definitely has potential and she knows she isn't the best. So she's willing to learn and not an asshole. The best kind of student. He smiles while thinking about her. Okay maybe that's wrong of him but she's the best friend of his best friend. How can he not feel happy when thinking about her? Maybe he's making excuses but he doesn't even care anymore.

In a way Jimin's thankful to Yoongi for introducing them. He seriously wouldn't have noticed Y/n otherwise. Jimin doesn't pay much attention to his students beyond just their basic classroom needs. But seeing her out of the classroom is definitely going to do something to him. Probably something bad too.

Jimin lets out a sigh, putting the last camera back on its shelf. He dusts his hands off and looks around. Time to turn off the lights then lock the place up. However, before he can do that, the doors open. Jimin turns and watches as none other than Y/n sneaks inside. He furrows his brows, noticing that she can't see him from his position. He's diagonal to the door, practically hiding behind a row of cases. She doesn't even look in his direction.

Y/n closes the doors behind her and whistles while walking to the center of the room. The main stage is right outside the curtains but she doesn't seem to be going for that. She places her bag down, taking a book out of it. He watches in confusion while she sits against one of the larger cases and opens it. What the hell is she doing reading in here? Is she insane? She doesn't strike him as the type to do something like this.

He steps into the light, his footsteps echoing throughout the room. "Good evening Miss L/n." She yelps, jumping at the sound of his voice. The poor, innocent book falls to the ground while she hops to her feet. "M-Mr. Park, what are you doing here?" He bites back his smirk as he walks closer, "oh I don't know, I'm only the acting teacher. It's only my job to lock up the place after classes are done for the night. You don't need to use rocket science to figure that out."

Her left eye twitches at his remark, then she gives him a confused look, "but Mrs. Harlan never closed the place down on Friday's." "Ahhh so that's why you're here hm? To get some peace and quiet away from your roommate?" "Maybe," she mumbles, looking down and kicking at the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be here." Feeling a strike of boldness hit him he steps closer, entering her personal space. She looks up at that. "Jimin-" "It's okay," he calmly interrupts, "you don't have to apologize Miss L/n." "Stop calling me that," she insists, "I told you outside the classroom I'm Y/n. We have lots of mutual friends Jimin... maybe you can be one of mine."

He almost laughs, his warm breath hitting her face. "You want to be friends? With me? Your professor?" "You're only my professor for an hour and a half a day. Other than that you're my friend." He raises a brow, "oh so we're magically friends now?" She meets his eyes and doesn't back down. "Yeah. We are. Is that a problem?" He snickers. Bold... he likes it. "Not at all Miss L/n..." "Y/n," she says with a tight smile, "or do I need to call you Mr. 'Uptight Asshole' all the time now?" "Uptight asshole? Sweetheart you wouldn't dare."

She goes still at the nickname and he loves it. He smirks seeing the effect he has on her. "Don't be like this Miss L/n, I'm just being polite." "What if I don't want you to?" Okay now it's Jimin's turn to go still from shock. His mouth falls open, his face showing how flabbergasted he is. She smirks, grabbing her book from off the ground and walking back over to her bag. He turns in time to see her zipping it up and swinging it over her shoulders.

"Yoongi told me you like to read too," she says, locking eyes with him. He feels all his air leave his body. What started as him in control ends with him under her spell, completely entranced by the magic that is Y/n L/n. "I do," he whispers. She softly smiles, "then it looks like we're not as different as you like to think... Mr. Park." Shit he likes her already. "I'll see you on Monday." "Or tomorrow," he blurts. She raises a brow, "tomorrow?" "You're right. We're not as different as I thought." He pauses for a moment to think, "take a walk with me tomorrow. Meet me at twelve near the library, I'll take you to the park for ice cream. What do you say?"

She purses her lips in thought, "bribing me with ice cream?" "Is it working?" She softly laughs, the sound making Jimin's ears perk up. "A little... okay, I'll be there. You better wear something nice Mr. Park." He smiles, "I will... and don't expect any special treatment on your grades. You have to earn every mark you get." She hums, "trust me, I'll get perfect marks with or without your help." Confidence... he adores that about her. She seems collected. Put together. He admires that too.

"See you tomorrow then. Don't lock yourself in somehow," she says, softly smiling as she walks to the door. She's about to depart when he can't help himself. "Wait..." he gently calls. She stops, turning to peek at him from over her shoulder. "Goodnight Y/n." Her smile widens. "Goodnight Jimin." He lets out a breath as the door shuts behind her. Did he just ask his student out on a 'not-date'? He did. The thought makes him shiver. No... this is so, so wrong. He can't catch feelings for her. Not now. Not ever. Even if she's only his student for about twelve weeks. She may be a junior and close to graduating, but that doesn't matter either. He bites his lower lip. But why does he feel like he should just say screw the rules and try it? He looks down at his feet and closes his eyes. Why can't the right ones be easy?