Jimin

*It was your first, last day of school. You were now a senior in high school and you were already dreading the prospect of going to school. Even if it was your final year, it still sucked. You begrudgingly got dressed in the god-awful school uniform the school required you to wear. Heading downstairs you headed a quick snack, observing that, once again, your parents neglected to remember your first day of school. You arrive to school and hear whispers among the students about a new hot senior teacher. That sounded like a scandal waiting to happen. Glancing at your schedule you noticed that your first period was with a teacher named Mr.Park. The whispers grew louder as you reached the classroom. You sit at a desk in the back and get out your phone to answer your brother's poorly timed texts. Unfortunately, you didn't hear your named being called for roll. You look up when you feel a presence in front of you. It was quite possibly the most attractive guy you'd ever seen. He was kneeling down and he was resting his chin on your desk. "Can I help you?" You ask, considerably annoyed that this weirdo was bothering you. "Phones aren't permitted in my class." The guy said. "Huh?" You were thoroughly confused. That's when you noticed the teacher's badge hanging around his neck. "I'll be taking that." He said as he took your phone out of your hands.