Mr. Chemistry

16 • Touch

Mae Asha • October 27, 2018

As I laid on my bed, all I want to do is punch myself -- in the face, hard enough to break my nose.

What am I thinking?

Park Jimin is my teacher.

"Asha-ah!" Neri yelled as she opened my bedroom door.

I jumped up almost instantly. "What the hell, Neri!?" I screamed, throwing my hands up. "I could've been having a spicy moment with myself! Did you ever think about that!?"

Neri broke into a fit of laughter. "I could imagine the horror on both of our faces!" she plopped down on my large bed. "Are you coming to the Halloween party tonight?"

I made a weird face. "Gross," I said, not looking at her.

Neri smiled. "You should come! Metropolitan always hosts amazing parties, and, plus, I'll be there! So, it'll be, like, double amazing! It's starts at eight."

"You're freaking weird," I rolled my eyes, glancing over to her. "Is it costume oriented?"

"Oh, of course!" Neri giggled.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna pass," I told her "Have fun, though."

Neri frowned. "Fine, party pooper," Neri stood up. "I'll see you at school Monday!" she smiled. "Bye!"

I watched as Neri turned and walked to my bedroom door, then she left.

•••

While sitting on my couch, watching the TV, I couldn't help but glance over to my brother several times. He's in the kitchen, eating all of my food.

Yoongi's eyes flicked to me, as if he felt my eyes on him. He immediately walked into the living room with a sandwich in one hand.

"I have to go to Busan to meet with some of my friends," Yoongi told me through a mouthful of food. "You are not to have any boys over."

I scoffed as I looked at the TV. "Yoongi, if I wanna have a boy over, I'll have a damn boy over," I told him.

Yoongi's eyes burned with rage as he threw plastic wrappers in my face, and they fell onto my lap.

I curiously picked one up. I stared at the small, shiny, blue wrapper.

Wait, is this a condom?

"Gross!" I tossed it at him, then I frantically pushed the rest off of me.

"Take them!" Yoongi tossed the condom back to me.

"No!" I giggled. "Freak!"

Yoongi stared at me. "Okay, you wanna do this? Okay," Yoongi nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich. He turned and walked out of the front door.

"Yoongi!" I stood up and I ran after him. I made it to the hallway just as he knocked on Jimin's door. "What are you doing!?" I whisper-yelled.

Yoongi looked at me. "Getting you a babysitter!" he told me, chewing a bite of food.

"Min Yoongi, I do not need a-," I started to say, but Jimin's door opened, "-babysitter," I finished.

"Hyung," Jimin said. "Asha," he nodded to us.

My cheeks heated up as I looked at him.

Oh, God, this is awkward, and embarrassing.

Kill me now.

"My dear sister needs to be watched," Yoongi said, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Watch her," he told him.

"Yoongi, I don't need a babysitter! Certainly not one who's my teacher!" I told him. I crossed my arms.

"Yeah, okay, I'll watch her," Jimin responded.

I looked at Jimin. "No! Don't give into him!" I told him.

Jimin looked at me. He tilted his head, but he didn't speak.

"Mae Asha, quit being a crybaby," Yoongi said, finally finishing his sandwich. "I have to go to Busan to meet with Taehyung and Jungkook, I'll be home in a few hours."

Jimin nodded as he looked at me. "Come on, Asha," he took a step back.

I didn't look at him, instead, I stood there, burning with anger.

"Go, shoo," Yoongi pushed me into Jimin's loft. "I'll be home later, love you!" Yoongi told me.

I awkwardly stood there as Jimin shut the door behind me.

"I would have thought you would be at that party at school," Jimin said.

"If I was smart enough, I would have went," I mumbled. I glanced around his loft.

It's large, a lot larger than mine. His living area is at least twice the size as mine is. He has a large L-shaped couch, a smaller couch, two chairs, a glass coffee table, and several glass end tables, all to the right of me.

His wall straight ahead is made up of windows, just like mine is. He has a huge flat screen TV above a fireplace to the left. The kitchen area is to the right of me, as soon as you walk in.

There's a large hall between the living area and the kitchen, along with stairs leading up to a second floor. The ceilings are really high up, too.

I kept my arms crossed as Jimin walked in front of me. I avoided all eye contact with him.

"Are you embarrassed, Asha?" Jimin asked me.

I lightly bit the inside of my cheek as I looked down at his wooden floors.

Yes, I freaking am, and I wanna kill you and leave Seoul forever.

Instead of actually saying that, I shrugged. "No," I quietly replied.

Jimin picked up his remote from his coffee table, then he flipped his TV off, making it silent in here.

"You can play something, if you want. I know you're, like, a total geek when it comes to video games," Jimin said.

I took a deep breath as I slowly walked closer to him. "It's fine," I replied.

Jimin smiled as he looked at me. "Yeah, that's smart. Your brother told me about how much you rage over any video game ever."

"Why are you talking to my brother about me?" I asked.

"Oh, I learned about this when we were in college," Jimin said. "But he's told me you've gotten worse," he finished. I rolled my eyes, which caused Jimin to take a deep breath. "What's with the attitude, Asha?" he asked me, annoyance slowly seeped into his voice.

"I wonder," I lifted my eyebrows in annoyance. I stopped several feet from him.

Jimin's tongue ran over his bottom lip as he stared at me. "Come here," he told me.

I scoffed. "No, I don't like you," I lied.

"I think you should," Jimin tilted his head. "Unless you want me to come get you."

I took several steps closer to him. "There, I'm here," I stopped a few feet away from him.

"Not quite," Jimin said. He turned and sat on his L-shaped couch. "Lap, now," he tapped his thigh.

"Uh, no thanks," I said.

Is it bad that I really, really wanna sit on him?

Yes, yes, it is, you w***e.

Jimin's stare got more intense and scary, which got me moving.

"Okay, fine, but I've never sat on someone's lap before and I have to warn you, I'm fat," I told Jimin as I walked closer to him.

Okay, I'm not exactly that fat, but, technically, I am overweight for my height. What can I say? I love food.

I stopped in front of Jimin. He tilted his head, waiting.

How does one do this without making it awkward and uncomfortable?

I have no freaking clue.

Someone help me.

After a few seconds of me standing there, Jimin reached out and took my hand. He pulled me closer to him.

"Face me," he told me. "Lift your legs so they're on either side of me," he said.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and I lifted my legs onto the couch. I bent them, so I'm basically kneeling.

I'm on him, but I'm not actually on him.

"Relax, you won't hurt me," Jimin quietly said.

I lowered myself onto his lap, feeling extra fat as I did it. This is so, so, so wrong, yet I'm still here, sitting on my teacher's lap.

My teacher's lap...who knew it was so comfortable?

Jimin gently took some of my hair, he pushed it back. His fingers skimmed across my skin as he did it, which sent shivers throughout me.

He must have noticed, because even though he was so focused on moving my hair, a smirk popped up on his lips.

As I sat there, one of Jimin's hands rested on my thigh, my bare thigh, because I'm in shorts.

Wait, so this is what it feels like to actually be touched?

It's...ticklish.

It makes me wanna burst out laughing, but at the same time, it makes me feel like doing very inappropriate things.

As Jimin's hand slowly moved up my leg, I felt a small whimper escape my lips, which immediately caught the attention of Jimin.

He's enjoying this; he's enjoying torturing me, it's all over his face.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do, Asha?" Jimin asked.

His one hand stayed on my upper thigh, and his other one rested on my other leg, towards my knee.

I blankly stared at him, unable to speak.

God, I can't even imagine how red I am.

How does he expect me to speak when he's touching me?

A smirk formed on his face as he glanced to my lips, then he looked back to my eyes. Jimin rose an eyebrow, waiting for me to speak.

Instead of speaking, I improvised, avoiding that awkward conversation altogether.

I firmly placed my hand on the left side of Jimin's neck, and I placed my other on his shoulder. I leaned closer to his face, where I placed a soft kiss on his lips.

This caused his hands to move a lot. They went wherever they pleased, like he owns my body.

I pressed my bottom half as close to Jimin's as I could. He gently bit my bottom lip.

He started getting rougher and rougher as time went on, and that's when I felt it.

A bulge, pressed against my down below parts.

Wait, did I give my teacher a boner?

The feeling startled me, which caused me to bite one of our tongues and pull back.

It must've been Jimin's, because he's looking very confused right now.

"Asha, you aren't supposed to bite my tongue," Jimin quietly told me.

"S-Sorry," I breathlessly said. "I've never...felt one of those."

Jimin's tongue ran over his saliva covered lips as he glanced down. "Yes, well, I do have a very gorgeous woman on my lap," he said. "Anyone in my position would be the same way," Jimin looked at my face again. "Continue, you're doing good," he told me.

I smiled, and as I began kissing him again, a loud knock came from the door.

"Jimin!" Yoongi yelled. "It's Yoongi!"

I immediately pulled back and looked at Jimin's face. "Go back to being a brat," he told me, then he motioned for me to get the door. I swallowed hard, then I nodded. "Good girl."

"Jimin! Come on! Open up!" Yoongi yelled.

I got off of Jimin, then I walked to the door. As I pulled it open, I got my b***h face back.

"Oh, back so soon?" I asked as I crossed my arms. "I would've expected your little threesome to last a bit longer, my mistake."

Yoongi threw his hands up. "Asha! Stop being so damn mean!" he walked by me.

"Oh, no, you're ruining my fun; I was just about to screw your best friend," I sarcastically said as I shut Jimin's door.

Yoongi muttered something under his breath as he sat on Jimin's couch beside him. Jimin's on his phone, not looking at either of us.

"What is it, hyung?" Jimin flatly asked.

"Some psychopath popped my tires!" Yoongi screeched, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Better get to walking, Suga," I smirked.

Yoongi shook his head. His face says it all.

He's beyond pissed.

I can't imagine how angry he would've been if Jimin didn't lock the door, and he stormed in to see what we were doing.

Yoongi, honestly, would've killed us both, then he would've eaten Jimin's food and taken a nap.

My brother is...weird.

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S. C. Keener

11/29/18