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Third person p.o.v
Jimin clapped his hands together, closing the classroom door behind him.
He turned to the full class, and nodded with a sneaky smile on his face.
"Okay guys, as you can see, Ms.Kim is not here with us right now because I have something planned. It's her birthday today, and I think it would be nice to sing happy birthday to her when she comes in. How does that sound?"
Many kids looked around and nodded, Jungkook on the other hand had something to say like always, raising his hand and waving it like a crazy person.
"Yes JK?"
He nudged the boy sitting next to him before speaking. "You got a thing for her don't you? You dyed your hair black for her birthday." He blurted out laughing.
Feeling personally attacked, Jimin rolled his eyes at him. Some students started cheering in a teasing manner.
"Jungkook, I dyed my hair cause I felt like it. Everyone quiet down, she is about to come in."
The whole room went quiet and Jimin stood by the door, impatiently waiting for her to walk in.
After a couple seconds, the door creaked open reveling y/n in a bodycon baby pink dress, obviously modest enough for the school environment.
Jimin contained himself as he watched her walk in. His eyes secretly wandered her body shape.
She jumped after thinking the classroom was empty, smiling brightly as everyone sang her happy birthday.
Finishing up the song, Jimin smiled to himself at her reaction. He couldn't help but also, imagine him singing her this same song years from now.
Catching himself with what he just did, he blinked and came back to reality, smiling at her reaction once again.
"Thank you guys...I appreciate it. Sadly, it's time to get this do now done." She laughed, brushing by him normally to go put her purse down.
Jimin's p.o.v
Immediately I rushed over to the desk, sitting down in the swivel chair as the class started to work.
"It's my birthday and you're still not even going to let me sit?" She asked teasingly at a low tone. The classroom was filled with chatter while we spoke, but she was still extra careful.
"I'm just trying to get you annoyed. Happy Birthday, how are you feeling?" I asked, putting a finger under my chin.
"I'm...feeling 21."
I rolled my eyes, not being able to hold back a laugh. "Let's see how 21 you feel later huh?"
"Oh really?"
"Really." I said quickly, taking my phone out of my pocket. I looked around at the class and noticed nobody cared about us, so I reached over and cupped one of my hands on the side of her cheek.
Without even realizing, she smiled into my hand as I took the picture.
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What I'm feeling right now can only be compared to a middle school boy having a thing for a girl in his class.
But it's the complete opposite situation. We are fully grown adults, and I'm a grown man crushing on a woman who came to work at our school for some time.
It's not even a permanent job.
And I was lucky enough, to have her in my class. I'm obviously having fun right now, and I'm trying to see where this is going.
Well at least, that's how I feel.
Not only is she extremely beautiful, smart, and really funny, she's also...really good at sex.
Jimin, stop being a fucking guy.
Walking over to my closet, I picked up the pink glittery bag I set up.
After work, I obviously put together a gift for her. She has no idea what's set up for her today. Being an adult, I would know meaningful ages in youth so far.
I would say 13 is a cool age, because you're technically officially a teenager. 16 is cool too, because you feel like you officially officially have earned your rights and little bit of freedom as a real teen.
After that, it's obviously being 18, a real adult. Then, we have turning 21. Finally concurring the last step, which is being aloud to do many things.
Most exciting is obviously, legally being able to go clubbing and buy/consume alcohol.
"Y/N..." I cooed, walking down the stairs.
"Jimin..."
I watched her lightly tense expression as she looked at the bag. She smiled.
"This is for you." I said, handing her the bag.
She wasted no time and immediately peeked inside. She playfully frowned, and I know it's because all she saw was pink tissue paper.
Taking out the first piece of paper, I observed her facial expression as she took out the frame.
"Oh my gosh..."
When I finally got a picture of her earlier, I decided to take into account all of the conversations we have had so far to see what she really would enjoy as a gift.
I remembered, that we talked about her making her home more 'homey', and one of my recommendations were photos for her to decorate with.
She covered her mouth with her hand, flipping the frame around to face me as she laughed. "It's so CUTE!"
"There's something else." I added.
Her fingers grabbed onto the last piece of tissue paper, throwing it on the couch as she picked up the last gift.
"OH MY GOD- are you serious?"
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Y/n's p.o.v
It's been almost an hour of me and Jimin relaxing in the living room while listening to music. We have been setting up the Canon camera he bought me and played around with it for a while, until he finally brought out what I was expecting.
Crouching down next to me again, he handed me a glass of red wine.
"For the birthday girl.."
I accepted it cheekily, staring at the substance with bright eyes. Obviously I have tasted alcohol before, I went to public school for Christ's sake.
But not being surrounded with friends to provide me with alcohol, I will admit I forgot what A buzz one, feels like, and two, I've never tried wine specifically before.
"Before you ask or make fun of me, yes I have tried alcohol before. I've never tried wine though." I said looking at him.
He chuckled, raising his glass to his lips as he took a short sip. "Honestly not my favorite, but because it's a special occasion I thought some wine tasting would be better." He admitted.
I bit my lip, before copying his action. The taste on my tongue was obviously bitter, but there was a tiny little sweetness to it.
Squinting, I released my tense expression when the alcohol finally slipped down my throat.
I looked back up to him about to laugh at me. "Go ahead, laugh." I said rolling my eyes.
Inching closer to me, he put his glass down and smiled in my face, eyes slowly traveling down my features.
After taking another sip, I copied his action once again and placed the glass next to me as I intently watched his flirtatious movements.
"Did I tell you that your hair looks really fucking good, or did I somehow forget?" I asked, tilting my head as we stared at each other.
Still flush to me, his tongue grazed his lower lip. "You actually didn't, but I don't mind. Today isn't about me at all."
"You have a point I guess."
About to reach for the camera to say thank you a million times more, he beat me to it and picked it up. He looked at it in his hand, and smirked to himself which obviously didn't mean anything good.
"Are you down to have another sleepover gorgeous?" He asked sheepishly.
I shrugged. "I don't see why not?"
Leaning in, he placed a quick soft kiss on my lips. "Let's have a photo shoot." He demanded energetically.
He shot up out of his seat, and I couldn't help but notice an obvious bulge in his black ripped jeans.
He slipped his soft hand into mine, helping me up from the floor and I eyed him. "Park Jimin..what's going on in that mind of yours?"
He grinned. "All you, baby."