"Just like you said, Y/N. Rules were made to be broken."
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Mr. Kim Seokjin. The teacher of your most hated subject and you're his worst student.
When he decides to give you private tutoring lessons, things go down a di...
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Jin is back.
Rome is bigger than you imagined but less vibrant than the internet pictures. Mostly because it's raining, hard.
"I gave up the maths tournament for this!", yells some student you don't know.
His glasses have fogged up but he has no free hands to clean them as he lugs his suitcase and bag onto the soaking pavement. You take the assumption he is somewhat of a nerd, not because of his glasses but because who else could wish for a maths tournament instead of fucking. Rome.
Him, apparently.
But you can't blame him at this point. You blow the droplets of water from your front hair but it does nothing to stop them from going into your eyes. It makes you pause yet again to wipe your face before dragging your suitcase and clinging to the book under your hoodie that Jin lent you.
"Can we-", you start.
"Can someone tell us where we're going?!" Jungkook yells, who is also drenched, but it's hard to hear him under the strong patter of rain.
Sana cuddles up to another classmate while the guys try to take their chance to prove their love as they shield her. The only one who's not wet is the one who was prepared for this weather with his umbrella resting calmly above his head. The grown-up, the teacher. Mr Kim Seokjin, everyone.
"The next right, Jungkook.", he delivers nonchalantly.
Jungkook doesn't hear him. "Because I swear to god if I get macadamia-"
"Pneumonia", you correct him.
"If I get pneumonia!"
"Actually, wait, hypothermia makes more sense."
"If I get hypo-"
Soojin can't take it.
"Mr Kim said the next right, you dipshit." She shoves past him but he doesn't even react. Like the rest of us, we all want to be warm and fed.
Naturally, Soojin takes the lead and everyone rushes to keep up with her. As you move with the rush, the book slips from your grip and lands in a puddle.
"Shit!"
Another hand immediately scoops it up. "It's okay, it's okay." Jin dashes it into his bag and gestures to you to keep going, a light hand on your shoulder as you follow from the back of the line.
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The hotel is nothing fancy but you didn't expect anything else. Everyone loads themselves into the place. You leave Jin to scramble for all the different room keys and turn your attention to the art on the walls. It's no Van Gogh but it steals your attention all the same, staring at the painted little buildings and the leaning tower in the distance.
"Pretty." You whisper through a smile.
The sun is shining in the picture. You look out to the glass window. Instead of your smile dropping, you beam at the rain too and move closer to the window to admire the dark street outside.
