𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟐 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

jimin

Everyone simultaneously groans as the signal for a lockdown drill goes off. Your teacher groans along with everyone else, barking out orders.

"Under the table with your table partners! Come on, you people know the drill."

You look to your left to see Jimin already under the table. Swallowing thickly, you join in, finally realising why the students held so many protests about the size of the tables. It's so cramped under there that Jimin's breath hits your cheek while your legs are splayed across his.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry." You breath out awkwardly. He laughs nervously in return, shuffling a little under your legs. You frown, trying to think of a way that it could be more comfortable for the both of you.

"Cross your legs so I can move forward and do the same." He nods as he does as you asked, smiling at the now added space.

"Y/N! Move back, I can see you." The teacher hisses at you, everyone's eyes now trained on you.

You bite your lip, knowing if you move back, you'll end up on Jimin's lap.

"It's ok, just move back a bit."

You move, feeling his arms snake around your middle as he pulls you into his chest. You look to your sides to see his legs caging you in. An intimate pose considering the situation the two of you are in.

"Is this ok?" He whispers into your ear, the action sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes."

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder, smiling proudly of what he's accomplished. You, on the other hand, sit patiently with a bright blush on your cheeks.

"Ok, good job guys. You can go back to your desks now."

Jimin slides out, helping you do the same.

"Well, that was fun."

You roll your eyes and slap his chest.