05 • It's Jimin
2024 Words
Mae Asha • October 13, 2018
7:47 AM
As I stepped out of the bathroom after taking a shower, I heard someone banging on my door.
I practically ran down the stairs and yanked the door open, finding my older brother.
"Yoongi!" I squealed as I attacked him with a hug.
"Asha-ah!" Yoongi squeezed me. "Oh, what the f**k? Why are you moist!?" he immediately released me and stepped back.
"I just took a shower, duh," I rolled my eyes, then I looked down at my outfit. I'm wearing navy blue joggers that hug me tightly and a baby blue crop top.
As Yoongi began to speak, a door opened from behind him. Yoongi immediately turned.
"Jimin?" Yoongi said, almost confused.
I looked by Yoongi, at Mr. Park. He glanced between Yoongi and I. "Hyung," Mr. Park nodded to Yoongi. "Why are you at my neighbor's door?"
He almost sounds jealous.
Yoongi smiled as he put his arm around my shoulder. "This is my sister!"
Mr. Park swallowed hard. "Sister?" Mr. Park smiled. "Well, at least I know where you get your attitude from, Ms. Mae."
Yoongi looked at me, then to Mr. Park. "Come on in, Jimin," Yoongi started to walk into my loft.
"Yoongi," I said. "Uh, yeah, this is my teacher -- can we not invite him into my home?"
Yoongi looked back at us. "It's fine! At least he's not sleeping with you!" Yoongi motioned for us to come in. I shot Mr. Park a look, but he ignored it and walked into my loft. "Happy birthday, Jiminie!"
Birthday...?
Yoongi hugged Mr. Park, then he looked at me. Yoongi motioned for me to wish my teacher a happy birthday.
I rose an eyebrow as I looked at Mr. Park. "Uh...happy birthday, Mr. Park," I said.
"No," Yoongi said. "It's Jimin, call him Jimin. I don't like that you refer to him as mister; it's...weird."
I blankly stared at the two of them. "Asha, why didn't you come to school Thursday and Friday?" Mr. Park asked me.
I took my attention solely to Mr. Park. "I'm sick," I said.
"You don't look sick," Mr. Park said. He gave me a once over.
Yoongi tsked. "Skipping school," he shook his head. "I'm telling Mom and Dad," Yoongi said.
"Good, then maybe I'll be forced to go back to London, where I'll be as far away from that one," I pointed at Mr. Park, "as possible."
I'm joking, actually. I've wanted to go to Metropolitan Academy since forever, not even Mr. Park will ruin this for me.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "We're going to this really awesome hotel in Busan for the weekend, Asha. You're coming with," Yoongi started walking into the kitchen. "And, for God's sake, put some damn clothes on!" he told me.
I immediately looked down at my exposed stomach, along with some exposed cleavage.
I crossed my arms across my chest as I looked at Mr. Park. "Will you stop staring at me?" I asked him.
Mr. Park tilted his head. "You are much more feisty outside of school, Asha."
"It's Ms. Mae, Mr. Park," I said. "So, unless you'd like to die, I'd suggest not calling me that."
Mr. Park bit his bottom lip. "Threatening your teacher...how rude," Mr. Park shook his head.
"Taehyung and Kookie are already there," Yoongi said as he walked out of the kitchen. "Hobi and Jin are on their way and Namjoon is...Namjoon, he'll be there sooner or later."
"Do you only have male friends, Suga?" I asked him with a smirk on my face.
Yoongi shrugged. "I have female friends, but tonight is a guy only night, with the exception of you, of course! Unless Jimin has a problem with it, that is," Yoongi looked at Mr. Park.
Mr. Park stared at me. "Not at all," his tongue grazed his bottom lip.
I squinted. "I don't wanna go," I whined as I looked at Yoongi.
"Either you come, or I call Mom and Dad and snitch," Yoongi said.
I rolled my eyes. "You are the biggest jerk I have ever known," I said as I started up the stairs towards my bedroom. "Don't touch my stuff!" I slammed my bedroom door after I entered it.
My life just keeps getting worse.
•••
8:15 AM
"Why do I have to sit in the back?" I asked.
Mr. Park forced me to let him carry my bag to his car, so he's loading it into the trunk of his black SUV.
"Because you're the youngest," Mr. Park told me. I crossed my arms as I stared at him. He's wearing a grey t-shirt, black jeans, and a black jacket. "Like what you see, Asha?" Mr. Park asked me.
I scoffed. "Not even in your dreams, Mr. Park."
Mr. Park closed the trunk of his car. "Then why are you staring?" he walked by me.
"Because I'm planning your death," I told him.
I walked to the back seat as Mr. Park opened my door. He motioned for me to get in. I took a deep breath, then I got in,
"Seatbelt, Asha," Mr. Park told me before he shut my door.
"I hate you for this, Yoongi," I said as Mr. Park got in.
"Ah, no, you don't," Yoongi smiled as he looked back at me.
I rolled my eyes. At least I can take this time to get some sleep.
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10:34 AM
"I'm going to wait down here for Hoseok and Jin, okay?" Yoongi told Mr. Park and I. "You guys can head upstairs."
I stared at Yoongi for a minute. "I can wait with you-," I started to say.
"No, go with Jimin," Yoongi interrupted me. "Shoo," he motioned for us to go away.
I looked at Mr. Park as he stared at Yoongi, then he nodded. "Let's go, Asha," Mr. Park said. Mr. Park started walking through the large main lobby.
It's super fancy in here.
I shot Yoongi a death glare, then I followed my teacher to the elevator.
"What happens if someone sees us together?" I asked. "Like, a student, or a teacher?" I looked at Mr. Park as we waited for the elevator to open.
Mr. Park lowered his eyebrows. "Ms. Mae, we aren't doing anything wrong, are we?" he looked at me. "It isn't like we're f*****g yet."
Yet.
Oh, my f*****g God.
The elevator opened. No one's inside. I decided to not even acknowledge that last part.
"But they don't know that," I said as we stepped inside. "You could lose your job and go to prison."
Mr. Park hit the twentieth floor. "Highly unlikely," Mr. Park looked at me for a moment, then he looked straight again. A small smirk formed on his face. "But definitely worth it."
I scoffed. "Pervert," I stared at the elevator doors.
Mr. Park glanced over to me. "Why do you hate me so much, Asha?"
I crossed my arms. "Because you hate me," I said. "As soon as I walked into your class two weeks ago, you started targeting me."
Mr. Park quietly laughed. "I've been targeting you? I don't hate you, you have that all wrong," he told me. He shook his head.
"Then, why?" I looked at him. "It's not normal. If you hated me, you wouldn't go out of your way to make me uncomfortable; you would just purposely make my life a living hell without all of that extra baggage."
Mr. Park bit his bottom lip as a smile began to form. "That is very true, Asha. You're getting closer."
I groaned. "God, I just want to strangle you,"
Mr. Park got serious for a moment as he looked at me. "As if you can even reach my neck," Mr. Park said. The look on my face caused him to burst out laughing.
"Not funny!" I hit him in his chest just as the elevator opened.
"Aw! Look at Jiminie's little girlfriend!" someone yelled.
My eyes shot to the source. Two men are standing outside of the elevator. One has blue hair, and the other one has brown hair.
"Suga said we'd be having a girl over," the one with brown hair spoke. "I thought it was his girlfriend. No wonder Jimin was so cool with it," they both gave each other weird looks and wiggled their eyebrows.
Mr. Park walked out of the elevator. "I'd be careful, Taehyung, Jungkook, this one is wild. She'll probably wind up killing one of you while you sleep," Mr. Park glanced back to me, then he continued walking.
I slowly walked out of the elevator. The boy with brown hair followed Mr. Park down to a room, while the blue haired boy stared at me.
"I'm Taehyung," he held his hand out.
"Asha," I shook his hand. "And I am not his girlfriend, that's just...weird," I said.
Taehyung giggled like a little girl. "Sure!" he said, then we started walking down to the room Mr. Park and Jungkook went into. "So, how did you get Jimin to let you come?"
"I didn't even ask," I said as we entered the hotel room. "My brother forced me to come."
"Ah! You're Yoongi's Asha!?" Taehyung grabbed my arm and hugged me.
I froze, unable to move, mostly because this freak is squeezing me to death.
Mr. Park and Jungkook looked over at us. "Tae," Mr. Park said.
"This is Yoongi's sister!" Taehyung said as he pulled away, he looked at them, then he looked at me. His smile quickly slipped from his face and he took a step back. "S-Sorry."
"Jimin-ah!" someone yelled from behind me.
Two guys walked by me, to Mr. Park, then they attacked him with hugs.
Yoongi walked in after them, he stopped beside me. "I'll show you where you'll be sleeping," Yoongi told me. "Come, demon child," he pulled me with him.
This hotel room is very large. There's a living area, a kitchen area, a dining area, and a gaming area, and there's even more up the large stairs near the front door.
The whole place is bigger than my loft in Seoul.
"There are ten total bedrooms in here, Asha," Yoongi spoke again.
"Okay," I said. "And?"
"And I saved you the best one!" Yoongi walked down a hall once we reached the top of the stairs. I slowly followed him. We walked to the very end, where he stopped at the last door on the left. "Jimin will be across the hall."
"Lovely," I mumbled.
Yoongi opened the door, which revealed a large room. There's a huge bed in the middle of the room, a large window above said bed, two night stands, a large flat screen TV against the wall, and a closet made of mirrors. The carpet is a dark red, and the walls are grey.
"Enjoy!" Yoongi turned to face me as he cheekily smiled.
I looked at Yoongi. "Yoongi, who's paying for this?" I asked.
"All of us," Yoongi said. "Well, not you or Jimin, but the others and I are. I'll bring your bags up!" he walked by me.
I rolled my eyes. He's not usually this cheerful. What happened to my brother?
I walked into my temporary room. It's so much nicer than mine at home.
It's...crazy.
I turned to face the door just as Mr. Park stopped in the doorway with my bag. He stepped inside and approached me.
"Here's your bag," he handed it to me.
"Thanks, Mr. Park," I quietly said.
"It's Jimin," Mr. Park said. "We aren't in school right now, there's no reason for you to call me Mr. Park."
I swallowed hard. "Fine, Jimin."
Jimin smiled. "Good girl," he said.
My cheeks immediately heated up.
How can he say that so calmly and make it sound so s****l at the same time?
End my life.
Jimin smirked as he backed away, then he walked out without another word.
I'm starting to think this man is going to be the death of me.
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A/N: Thank you for reading. Please vote, comment, and add to your reading list :)
S. C. Keener
11/24/18
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