08 • First Kiss
1103 Words
Mae Asha • October 13, 2018
8:16 PM
After I showered and changed into shorts and a T-shirt, I walked downstairs for something to eat. I jumped when I saw the familiar red hair of my teacher. He's in the kitchen, sitting at the counter, on his phone.
"Do you ever sleep?" I asked Jimin, walking around the counter. I looked out the window, at Jin and Yoongi who are still outside near the pool.
"Yes," Jimin answered. "But I just...couldn't. Do you know why, Asha?" he questioned.
I leaned against the counter, facing my teacher. I rose an eyebrow. "No?" I answered.
"You," Jimin breathlessly spoke. "You do know how to make a man go crazy," he smirked.
My eyes widened instantly and I quickly turned into a tomato. "Y-You are my teacher," I quietly said. "I am your student!"
Jimin bit his bottom lip as he stood up. "So?" he asked, turning back into the living area.
"So? That is so wrong!" I told him, following him like a puppy.
Jimin sat on one of the couches. "Do you want to watch a movie, Asha?" he asked.
I lowered my eyebrows as I crossed my arms. "What movie?" I asked, glaring at him.
Jimin tapped the couch beside him. "A scary movie," he smirked.
I slowly sat down beside him. "Oh, scary movies are a no go for me," I laughed, admitting that I put on a tough guy facade before.
Jimin turned on the TV and opened Netflix. "Why? You have a big, strong man to hold you throughout the movie, right?" he quoted me from the last time I was at school.
I looked at him. "How do you even remember that!?" I exclaimed, facing him.
Jimin smiled. "Why are you being so mean to me today?" he asked, slightly pouting.
I scoffed. "I'm hardly being mean," I replied. I leaned over him to grab a blanket, and my first mistake was laying my hand on his thigh. I froze, and slowly looked over at the smirking man.
Jimin bit his bottom lip, watching me closely. "Only a few inches off, baby," he spoke lowly. "Keep going."
I quickly removed my hand as I pulled the blanket onto my lap. "Creep!" I scoffed.
"Yet you're the one touching me," Jimin said.
I rolled my eyes. "It's not my fault you're hogging the blankets," I said as I looked over at him. "How old are you today?"
"Twenty-three," Jimin replied.
So old yet so gorgeous.
Wait, what?
Stop this madness, Asha.
"Why didn't you spend your day doing something more interesting?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
Jimin turned, giving me his undivided attention. "Like, what?" he asked.
I shrugged, crossing my legs in front of me. I looked down for a moment, thinking. "Like, go to a strip club or something? That's what guys your age do, right?" I asked.
Jimin shrugged. "Not all guys want to spend their lives at strip clubs, Asha," he answered. "I went through that phase years ago; I've matured," he smirked.
I snorted, looking up at him. "You've matured? Really? I'd love to see what you were like when you were 'immature,'" I said.
Jimin smiled. "Oh, baby girl, if you knew me two years ago, I would've already had you wrapped around my finger with you referring to me as daddy," he chuckled.
My eyes widened. "I-I-," I stuttered for words as I stared at him. "Just start-start the movie," I mumbled, looking at the TV.
Jimin quietly laughed. "Have you ever had a boyfriend, Asha?" he asked, continuing our awkward conversation.
I swallowed hard as I looked down at the blanket on my lap. "No," I quietly said. "Boys are gross, and very weird."
I could practically feel Jimin melting inside as I said that.
"You haven't even had one boyfriend? Have you kissed a boy?" Jimin continued, obviously curious.
I nervously picked at the blanket. "Is that bad?" I asked, glancing up to him. "I mean, I like guys, I do," I glanced up to him. "I just...don't know how to let them get past the friend zone, if that makes sense," I paused for a moment. "I think Jackson likes me, though, but Neri likes him, so I feel extra guilty."
"Why would you feel guilty?" Jimin asked me.
He actually seems...concerned.
I shrugged. "Neri is the definition of girlfriend material, and I'm nothing special. I mean, I'm a cool friend, I guess, but relationships are not something I can do," I confessed.
"You don't know that until you try it," Jimin said. "And don't think that you're nothing special. You don't see how every guy looks at you. I'm a teacher, it's my job to understand kids, and I'm not blind when it comes to this," he told me.
My heart fluttered as soon as he said that. I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "I'm just not into putting my trust and love into someone, only for them to cheat or leave me," I whispered.
Jimin sighed as he looked straight. He rubbed his legs as he sighed again. "You should try it at least. You'll go through a million heartbreaks before you find someone who you'll be with forever," he told me.
I stared at him for a moment. "Why wouldn't I just save myself the pain and wait until I meet him?" I asked.
Jimin slightly smiled, glancing in my direction for a moment, only to return his gaze to the TV. "You could do that, if you want," he said. "But you'll be extremely lonely until you meet him."
I took this opportunity to say something in hopes of making him feel awkward. "You'll keep me company, right?" I innocently asked, resting my hand on his thigh once more.
Jimin slowly looked over at me as I gave him my biggest puppy dog eyes. He started to smirk.
How does this man act so calm in awkward situations?
The look he gave me caused my cheeks to heat up.
God, it's like he's eye f*****g me twenty-four-seven.
Oh, God, say something, this is becoming awkward.
"Happy birthday...?" I whispered uneasily.
Jimin pressed play on the movie as he looked at the TV, still smirking. "Oh, I would be even happier if you were on my lap," he responded.
I quietly whimpered as my eyes widened. I didn't reply, and, instead, I looked at the TV. Why did I have to make it awkward?
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S. C. Keener
11/26/18
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