A tightness around my hand. A warmth that dispelled my nightmares.

When I woke up, Jimin was holding tightly to my hand, squeezing it. His face was pressed against his arm as he sleeps soundly. 

"Mr...Park...?" I groaned a little in my morning voice.

His eyes blinked a few times, as if he's adjusting his vision. As his point of sight focuses on me, a pink blush seems to make its way to his cheeks.

"I...um!" Jimin diverts his eyes away from me, startled at our contact.

I was taken aback slightly as well. He wasn't usually this shy around me, he was coy— and smooth, usually.

Or that may be just a facade. An act.

Amused by his unusual reaction, there was something itching me to tease him even more. So I did.

"You're blushing." I pointed out.

Eyebrows raised, he immediately turned to the mirror near him and saw his reddened cheeks— which reddened even further as embarrassment hits him.

"I'm just tired. Don't get this wrong." He runs a hand over his face frustratedly.

But before I could continue with my thorough teasing, heavy footsteps sounded across the hallway and someone bursts into the room.

"JIMIN!" Jin kicks the door open. "Is it true that you have a 3 inch dick?!"

Upon his sudden questionaire, Jimin and me exchanged confused looks.

"I don't. Why?" He replies calmly, as if he's used to his shenanigans.

"Don't lie. I saw your username at  enlarge-your-penis.com." Jin declares.

"It might not be me. Also, why were you there?"

With that, Jin begins to bicker back at him with a karma-induced rap, and I slowly slithered my way past him to the bathroom.

As I open the unlocked door, I meet face to face with...

Naked buttcheeks. Butt naked.

Of course— my initial reaction is to scream my lungs out, but the figure, who was showering admidst the mist , closed my mouth shut with his palm.

"That's why I didn't agree with you staying with us..."

The mist subsides and my eyes locked with Yoongi's, which were dazed and dark. He mumbled something under his breath which was muffled by the heavy shower, before staring back at me again.

"Listen carefully." He instructs, and I stop struggling. "The door is broken, and there's a sign outside that I wrote to not come in. Either you missed it, or you're calling me in for an invitation— and I don't mind the latter."

Right then, Yoongi inches closer to me slowly, but moved back.

"But I'm not your favourite, so I'll pass." He merely says, taking a towel to cover his lower half. "I'm done showering, do what you need to do."

With that, he renders me speechless as he leaves the bathroom.

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"You look....dead."Namjoon comments as we started preparing for the school tour outside. The living room was filled with my teachers, lounging around and bickering about the schedule for the tour.

There was probably obvious dark circles around my eyes. "I couldn't sleep well last night." I briefly mentioned before downing a cold glass of water— in which Namjoon raises a brow.

"Because of Jimin?" He asks, and I spit out my water.

"How did you..." I turned to him in shock, but the rest of the teachers looked at me as if they already knew that Jimin was in my room last night. Jimin himself, pretended to write gibberish on his report to hide from the situation at hand. Gosh.

"Anyways, we need to get on the bus soon. Jungkook, Serin, can you load our stuff up onto the bus?" Namjoon instructs.

Mr Jeon and I exchange glances. Before we knew it, we were carrying a bulk of items we needed for the tour— although, he offered to carry most of it.

This....is kind of awkward.

The silence between us was excruciating. However, I didn't have time to think about it as students started to gather near the bus, mainly girls, who waited there to catch a glimpse of the Virgin Classroom teachers.

"Is that the student ?"

"She's so lucky!"

"Oh my gosh, is that Jungkook beside her?!"

"Can she get away from him so we can go talk to Jungkook?"

The whispers were getting apparent. I audibly sighed, which caught Jungkook's attention.

"Don't worry, if they do anything," He whispers to me secretly. "I can protect you."

Somehow, that line that wasn't supposed to mean anything, got my heart racing. I need to get my shit together.

"Jungkook!" The girls suddenly came in a bunch, combing their hair back behind their ears. "We wanted to ask if you have a girlfriend?"

Jungkook's eyes flared at that sentence. "No, but shouldn't you girls be at your stationed area? Your bus might leave early." He replies professionally.

"Hey, can I study with you privately? I can pay for the tuition fees!" One of the girls exclaimed excitedly, her fingers knotted together in a pleading manner.

"No. I only teach Serin." He answers firmly.

With that, the girls went silent. I felt anxiety trickle up my throat as they seem to glare at me.

"What's with that....?" The girl quietly speaks up. "Aren't you a teacher? Why can't you take up more students..?"

"What's so special about her?"

My hands started shaking from nervousness from the tension in the air. Or it might even be anger. I felt so uncomfortable.

"She is special." Jungkook's expression turns dark, as if he wanted to end the girls right then and there. The girls seem to notice and stepped back a little, holding each other tightly.

"What? You like her or something?" Another girl nervously exclaims, to which Jungkook steals a glance at me.

He notices my shaking hands, and slips his hand in mine reassuringly.

"Yeah." He answers.

"I do."