Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Length: 1879 words
Summary: Finally found a man I want. Until he turned out to be my student.
Jin turned around on his heel and began to storm off. “Jin wait!”, I pushed past Namjoon to run after him. He was walking extremely fast, and we got halfway down the corridor before I could reach out and grab his arm.
“It’s not what you think”, I managed to say between my deep breaths. “I don’t know what you heard but there’s nothing going on between us.”
I didn’t care if Namjoon was within hearing distance because from this moment on, there was indeed nothing going on between us. He could go back to that annoying girl for all I cared.
Jin shrugged me off, and turned around to fully look at me. He was fuming. I was still panting from my little run, but when I looked into his dark eyes, I wanted to turn around and run back the other way.
“Y/n”, he hissed, looking around once to make sure we were alone. “What the fuck did you do?!”
I put my hand back on his arm as a pathetic attempt to calm him down. “Jin. Listen to me. He is a student. Ever since he has been my student, there has been nothing between us. When I met him, he told me he was my age, which he is, and I assumed he was working. If I had known...I-i would have walked away.”
Well done y/n. That didn’t sound convincing at all.
Jin wasn’t fazed. “Then why the hell was he trying to make a move on you just now?” he snapped.
I tried to assure him. “That’s all it was Jin. Him trying. I wasn’t initiating anything, OK? You even heard the whole thing.”
Jin spoke, and I instantly knew he was mimicking Namjoon.
“Why are you running y/n? I know you want this. I know you want me.”
I felt my cheeks grow hot as I took my hand away. “It’s not true”, I whispered.
“Look me in the eyes and say that.” An unwelcome voice made me whirl around. Namjoon.
He repeated himself. “Look me in the eyes y/n, and tell me it’s not true.” Before I could speak Jin, stepped in, and I exhaled in relief.
“Do you want to step back?”, he asked rhetorically, his voice dangerously low. “This could be classed as harassment.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Namjoon. He scoffed at Jin, and adjusted his backpack on his shoulder. “Harassment? For simply talking to my teacher? No Sir, I don’t think so.” Jin tensed at his tone, but didn’t say anything.
I silently gasped when Namjoon’s intense gaze turned to me. “I’ll see you around Teach”, he winked out me before sauntering off in the opposite direction.
“Shit”, I gasped, covering my face with my hands. Jin’s voice sounded a lot softer. I wanted him to be angry. I wanted him to hate me. I deserved it.
“Y/n, is he harassing you?”
I shook my head silently, unable to form words. “No”, I whispered. “I think he just wants to talk- he’s confused. He doesn’t seem to realise it’s wrong to like his teacher.”
I was sobbing silently. I heard Jin sigh. “Y/n you should go home. You’re not in a fit state to be here.”
“But we have one more lecture!”, I removed my hands to look at him.
“I can take care of it. Go home. I’ll call you later.” And with that he was walking away.
I looked after him, confused. Why wasn’t he telling the authorities? Why wasn’t he getting me fired, or Namjoon suspended? I sighed, and started walking away, in the same direction Namjoon had, towards the car park.
The exit to get outside was at the end of the corridor. Once out, I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and started to walk. “You didn’t mean that”, a low voice made me turn.
“Why the fuck are you always lurking?!” I yelled, forgetting to keep my voice down. Thank god everyone was in class. He was leaning against the wall, next to the door, smoking a cigarette. In my haste, I hadn’t even noticed him.
“You should be grateful Jin is keeping his mouth shut”, I hissed. That made him smile. “There’s nothing to tell. He was bullshitting- he didn’t hear anything.”
“Stop trying to make me feel better. You heard him quote you word for word”, I snapped. “And you’re not allowed to smoke this close to campus. So fuck off.”
He actually laughed at that. “Babe.”
I froze at the word. “Don’t”, I choked. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?”, his voice had dropped an octave, if that was even possible.
“You know exactly why not”, I was getting tired of going around in circles. “I’m going home.” I muttered. The smell of cigarettes was reminding me too much of the morning I woke up to him in my room. I had to get out of there.
“Let me come”, he demanded.
I stared at him. “Are you crazy? Jin’s let you off the hook. You wanna have fun, go to your neighbour!”
Namjoon looked at me curiously. I brushed my hair out of my face. “What?” I snapped.
“How did you know she’s my neighbour? I didn’t tell you that.”
“This conversation’s over”, I said, quickly walking away. I didn’t want to tell him Yoongi and and Jungkook had talked about him sleeping with someone else. He probably wouldn’t take that well.
Plus I couldn’t lie to save my life. I assume he rang one of the two boys because I heard him shout, I think into his phone “What the fuck did you tell y/n?”
I ended spending the rest of the day completely restless, pacing in my room. I couldn’t think straight.
These were the facts. Namjoon and I had slept together. Namjoon turned out to be my student. He had feelings for me, and as much as it disgusted me to admit it, those feelings were mutual. And Jin knew about Namjoon, but he was staying quiet about it.
So much to think about. My head was starting to hurt.
It was evening when I heard an incessant knocking on my door.
“Who is it?”, I called warily, dreading who was on the other side.
“I’m not answering until I know who it is.” I stood at the door, and placed my ear on the cool wood. I thought they had given up and gone until I heard heavy breathing.
“...Namjoon?”, I whispered, my voice going through the door. He must have been right next to it to hear that. “Y/n.”
Yep, definitely him.
I didn’t want to let him in. I didn’t even want to open the door, but he must have come here for a reason. I cracked it open and peeked through. He was indeed slightly out of breath. My eyes widened at the bruise on his cheek.
I opened the door a little wider. “What happened?”, I couldn’t help but ask, despite myself. He just shook his head. “Things got a little heated with Yoongi.”
I sighed. There was only one reason I could think of that must have caused the fight. But I was his teacher. I stubbornly reminded myself every time we spoke.
“You want to make an appointment with the module leader of your course? Any problems can be directly discussed with them”, I droned.
He suddenly slammed his fist on the wall next to my door. I was surprised he didn’t wince, the impact was that great. “GOD DAMN IT y/n! I’m not a kid!”
“I-i didn’t say you were.” I replied quietly, still shocked by his anger. “I’m telling you the rules.”
“Fuck the rules”, he growled. I rubbed my head, taking a deep breath. “Namjoon, why did you come here?”
“Why do you think? I wanted to see you. But you clearly hate me now, right? So why don’t I just fuck off out of the equation, so you can lick Jin’s ass!”
There was silence as my expression hardened. I wasn’t holding onto the door anymore, so it had swung wide open.
“The fuck did you just say to me?” With our height difference, I really didn’t seem intimidating, but he still looked apologetic. I stepped up to him, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes hitting me hard.
I looked up at him, and tilted my head.
“Kim Namjoon. I am going to give you one last warning. If you make any further attempts to contact me outside of class about anything other than Chemistry, or you disrespect your teachers, I will personally see to it that you are removed from this class and put in another. Do you understand?”
My eyes flitted to his bottom lip, which he was biting.
I took his silence as a ‘yes’ so I turned to go back inside and shut the door in his face. He caught the door just in time.
“You wouldn’t carry out that threat”, he said knowingly.
“It’s not a threat, it’s a god damn promise. Now move.” I replied. I was getting that hard-to-breathe feeling again. The one I always got around him.
He had the strength to open the door, but he just wasn’t doing it. He wanted permission.
“Namjoon, you just turning up everywhere really isn’t going to help things. And guess what? I don’t want to end up in jail”, I hissed. “So go away.”
I cursed under my breath. Why is he being so damn difficult?
“You say you’re not a kid. So stop bloody acting like one!” My phone buzzed in my pocket, cutting me off. I almost threw my phone at the wall when I saw the caller ID.
I turned away from Namjoon to answer the call. “Hey Jin!”, I put on a fake cheery voice for him. I really didn’t need further interrogations from him. But I knew Jin.
“Hey y/n. How are you?”
“Good, good”, I shrugged off the question. “How was the last lecture without me?”
Behind me, I heard my door softly click shut. Great. Namjoon had used the call as an excuse to come in.
“It was alright actually”, he answered. This conversation sounded fake, platonic.
“Listen y/n... is what you said really true? About you and him? You’re not together?”
I gave a small, albeit shaky laugh. “No Jin, I told you the truth.” Please drop the subject.
“That’s good”, I could almost see his smile as he spoke. “Hey you wanna go out Friday night? We can celebrate our first week!”
I frowned slightly. Where’s all this coming from? Didn’t he want to ask about Namjoon?
But I guess I had told him it was a mistake, a thing of the past. And it would pointless to keep bringing it up.
“Err, Friday?” I pondered aloud, knowing full well Namjoon was listening. “Sounds good!”
“Brilliant y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” And with that he ended the call. I turned around to see Namjoon leaning on the door, arms folded, The bruise on his cheek looked slightly more obvious now.
He looked angrier than I had ever seen him. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it, uttering a single word that rendered me speechless.
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