[SERIN'S POV]

The bell crickets are singing, marking the beginning of summer.

"Ugh..." a groan escapes my lips as I struggle to carry my luggage down the stairs, towards the place where the students were gathering. It didn't help that I packed way too much, and it almost felt like I was carrying dumbbells and maybe the rest of the world too.

Suddenly, I felt the weight lift from my hands— like magic. I turned to see an exceptionally handsome face, framed by hazel brown locks that complimented his complextion. His rosy pink lips turned up into a friendly smile. "Hey! I believe we haven't met yet. I'm Mr Kim Seok Jin."

Holy shoot. Was I in Virgin Classroom or Gorgeous Town? I could never.

After a slight tilt from his head indicating my silence, I snapped out of trance and introduced myself. He continues to carry my luggage, proceeding to initiate small talk.

"Sometimes, the reflection of my knife catches me off guard— I'm too handsome for my own sake." He blabbers.

It wasn't long before the other teachers arrived. And holy cow— were they drop dead gorgeous. They probably attained the ability to send a girl off to her casket with their looks, and they wouldn't mind.

"These are the allocated bus seats." Mr Namjoon passed a piece of paper around, so that everyone could view it. Scribbled next to my name was non other than—

Park Jimin.

I gulped. We were still slightly awkward from the incident earlier, and he didn't seem to be as flirty as he used to be— which creates a further gap between us than before. The two of us silently took our seats; me sitting at the window, because I wanted to look at the view.

"Mr Park, do you want some candy?" I offered him some jellies to ease the tension.

"Oh...It's alright." He glances at them, before gluing his eyes back to the phone.

Maybe it was curiousity— or an accident, but my eyes caught sight of a name at the top of his texting screen. 'Choi Hana'.

Is that...his girlfriend? I was left wondering about it the whole bus ride, but was too afraid to ask. The two of us remain silent, occupied in our own worlds.

……………

"Woah."

I was shocked. Amazed. Flabbergasted. Who knew our school's budget could afford this?

Our dorm resembled a nice, two-story penthouse. It was a vast comparison compared to the dusty dorms located not far off from the left road. It was a luxury— to say the least.

The teachers and I made our way to the allocated room, me being the one alone. Right next to my room however— was Mr Jeon's, as one of the teachers needed to keep a close eye on me.

I threw my luggage to the side and tumbled onto the bed, rolling around playfully. Giggles escaped my lips, and I was oblivious to the footsteps that were getting closer to the scene.

"Seems like you're having fun." a certain voice catches me off guard, and I turned to look.

Oh God. My eyes were blessed— Mr Jeon stands with a tight button-up, arms crossed and leaning against the wooden door frame. A smug smirk was plastered on his lips, grateful that he's caught me acting like a child in a play pen.

"Mr Jeon, a bed is meant to be jumped on. Don't tell me you use it for sleep." I sat up groggily.

"Me? I make....good use of my bed." Jungkook stares intently at me, his gaze piercing through my very body. I shuddered. Was he implying something?

"Well....What use?" I asked, not knowing what was coming next.

"Things." a soft chuckle escapes his lips. "Things you shouldn't know about."

"...like?" I asked again, and the tension rises. His expression darkens, and he slowly makes his way to my bed, loosening his top button. "You really want to know?...."

"Then I'll show you."

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