MAKE ME

- in which jin catches you trying to sneak out for lunch and offers you an ultimatum; either you get back to work or you take him with you

You sigh in boredom, listening attentively to the rather annoying sound your pens make as you rattle them in their holder. Choosing to ignore the not-so-subtle looks of irritation your coworkers shoot you from their own desks, you allow your lazy gaze to drift towards the ticking clock that hangs at the opposite end of the room.

Sighing once more, you place the pen holder back in its spot on the edge of your desk and swivel yourself around so that you face the window that overlooks the yard outside. A soft smile filled with fondness lifts your lips upwards as you watch your students run around and play, their laughs and squeals muffled through the thick glass.

"An hour left for lunch," you mutter to yourself, reluctantly redirecting your attention back to the laptop sitting on your desk, several empty columns that desperately need to be filled staring back at you.

Before you worsen the dull throb echoing in your head, you slam your laptop shut and groan into your hands, throwing your head back dramatically. You're hungry, tired and bored beyond human explanation.

As if on cue to your sudden need to pity yourself for being stuck inside, your stomach creates an almost unnatural sound, your hand pressing against your chest in shock as your cheeks redden in embarrassment.

Oh, god. I must be really hungry then.

You wouldn't be caught in this little predicament if you would've just woken up the first time your alarm went off this morning instead of hitting snooze so you could get an extra fifteen minutes of sleep. If you woke up on time, then those fifteen minutes could've been spent making yourself lunch.

So now, you envy those who calmly eat their lunch and finish their work, your hands clenching into tight fists at the fact that you can't do the same.

Sighing for the third time in the space of five minutes, you lay your head down onto the cool wood of your desk, conjuring up the many ways that you could possibly get yourself some food before the whole staffroom knows of your hunger.

Maybe I could snoop around in the fridge? Someone must have something in there that they don't mind me eating. Or I could dig around in the kids' bags? See if their mothers have made them something delicious to eat that they don't want?

That's so creepy, Y/N.

Perhaps...

You straighten your posture, eyes comically widening at the realisation of there being a take away food place a couple minutes drive away from the school.

What's the worst that could happen if you quickly drive there, pick up some food and drive back?

You ponder on the pros and cons of going through with this rough plan and find that you can't seem to think up any cons that worry you to the point of not going, thus convincing you that this is a foolproof plan.

Casually clearing your throat, you subtly shove your phone, wallet and car keys into your pocket and walk out of the staff room, keeping your expression blank in order to avoid suspicion. Thankfully, no-one seems to be paying you any mind, your exit seeming to be something that briefly crosses their minds and then never returns.

You stand in the empty hallway with a grin of victory, your quiet exclamation of success barely even echoing down the hall. You continue your walk down the hallway shortly after your small celebration finishes, your pace a little quicker than usual to save precious time.

It seems as if your plan might actually work.

"Skipping out on work, are we?"

You simply freeze, a soft gasp falling from your lips at the sudden question, heart racing wildly in your chest. Curious to see who caught you, you turn around timidly and spot a rather cocky looking Mr. Kim Seokjin leaning against the doorframe of his classroom.

His honey blonde hair that is usually professionally swept to the side, thus exposing much of his forehead, is now styled in a way that allows his hair to hang over his eyes endearingly. Pair that with his adorable glasses and rather sophisticated way of dressing and you get, from what you've heard, a teacher that is extremely popular with both students and other teachers alike.

It's not like you can say anything to debunk that claim because one look at him will have you questioning whether or not he's real.

His face is structured in a way that fits all of his features perfectly, his jawline absolutely breathtaking when he angles his head to the side. His eyes—a warm hazel colour that always has you mesmerised—now twinkle with a noticeable amusement. And his plump lips currently stretch out into a gentle smile, his stance patient as he waits for your answer.

"No, not really," you nervously reply back, your hands fiddling with each other as an awkward laugh follows your sentence. "I'm just going to head out for some fresh air."

"Is everything okay then?" He asks next, his eyebrows knitted together in concern while you stammer for an answer.

"Yeah, everything is fine, the staff room is just really stuffy. That's all," you explain in a tone that hopefully convinces him of your innocence. His lips stretch back out into a smile, this one instead filled with relief, as he dismisses you with a wave of his hand.

Thanking him, you turn to continue your trip to the exit, feeling rather smug about the way you fooled Mr. Jin. Unfortunately for you, your stomach finds this to be an appropriate time to ignore your pleas for it to stay quiet, a sound that can't be defined as anything human echoing down the halls as you clutch your stomach and pray that Mr. Jin didn't hear that.

"Would I be correct in assuming that your need for fresh air is a cover up for the fact that you are actually going to sneak out for lunch?" He sighs, lips pressed so tightly together that it looks as if he's holding back a laugh. While you should be focused on how you're going to get yourself out of this one, you can't help but marvel at how quickly he figured that out.

"How—" you breathlessly mumble, giving him an incredulous look as he lets out a small chuckle, his shoulders shaking with the action. You expect him to take things lightly and let you off with a warning, the tension in your muscles loosening in relief.

However, he suddenly straightens, his gaze narrowing in on you threateningly, your eyes widening in surprise.

"How about you head back into the staff room and I'll get you something to eat?"

His tone indicates that there should be no room for you to argue yet you still find yourself childishly folding your arms across your chest in refusal.

"It'd be much easier for me to just go out and buy my lunch and then come back! It'll take twenty minutes, I promise!" You explain, jutting your lips out in a pout while your voice leans more towards a childish whine than anything else.

"Miss Y/N," he sighs, "please go back to work before you get in trouble."

You shake your head defiantly and stand your ground, your lips lifting up into a challenging smirk.

"Make me."

He scoffs, making his way towards you at an intimidating speed, your eyebrows furrowing together as you swallow down your next remark with a thick gulp.

"Is that a challenge?"

You look up at him, keeping your expression stable as you shrug, hands beginning to shake a little at just how close he is; the faint scent of cinnamon almost making you smile.

"Very well, then," he grins, casually shoving his hands into his pockets with a tilt of his head. "I guess you leave me no choice but to give you an ultimatum."

"Proceed," you curiously mutter, urging him to keep speaking with sudden change in your position. A glint of cheekiness replaces the seriousness in his eyes, your heart skipping a few beats in fear towards what he might be thinking.

Finally, he speaks.

"You either go back to work or take me with you," he smirks, raising his eyebrows in a cocky manner. You sigh heavily, allowing your head to fall backwards as you clench your hands into tight fists.

*

Frowning, you stare down at the order number printed onto your receipt, shooting the rather content looking man standing next to you a nasty look. He notices the way your eyes burn holes into his skin and meets your gaze with a kind look, sending you a suggestive wink, swallowing his chuckle when you mumble under your breath and avert your attention to the slow employees that fill up take away bags.

Please let one of them be ours.

You huff when a young man calls out another number, your eyes rolling so hard that they might as well have just rolled to the back of your head. You truly have no reason to be annoyed at the poor employees as you still have plenty of time to get back to work and enjoy your lunch, but something about the fact that Jin looks so calm after making such a big deal in the hallway about getting in trouble ticks you off.

To emphasise your annoyance, you turn to face him again, your nose scrunched up in distaste. He opens his mouth to question what your problem is but shuts it the minute your number is called, smiles of relief blooming on both your faces as you accept the bag with a grateful grin.

You don't even bother waiting for Jin as you skip to the car and take your place behind the wheel, greedily peeking into the bag. Jin stays silent as he closes the passenger side door softly, not even bothering to complain when you dump the bag onto his lap.

"You seem a little bothered," Jin muses when you start the car, flicking his gaze towards you expectantly. You nod slowly, hoping that he doesn't press for me as you can just imagine the awkward silence that will settle in after your explanation.

But, instead of speaking, he lets out a gentle laugh; the sound pleasant and almost familiar to you.

"You shouldn't dwell on specifics, Y/N," he beams, digging into the bag to pull out a fry from what you hope is his meal. "Focus on the fact that we're getting to know each other a little."

You unintentionally scoff, turning to offer him a shy and polite smile of apology, relieved to see him casually shaking his head fondly. "We barely even spoke over there."

"Well, let's do it when we get back," he hums, stroking the bottom of his chin as if deep in thought. "We can sit in my room and chat."

"Sure," you laugh, sending him a quick thumbs up before placing your hands back on the wheel with a look of confusion. "But why?"

"Sometimes it pays to have a partner in crime at work," he shrugs, pulling out another fry with a soft chuckle.