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Oh no.
Just kidding.
Unlike most of the books Jimin read, he was actually, quite unexpectedly able to find his class room- or hall in this case now- quite easily. Perhaps it was because it was not his first but second year here. The only difference was in his professors and his addition subject. The only obstacle to face now were people. To say Jimin did not have any skills as for to communicate was an understatement. He saw people, he faced the ground. Simple as that.
No, he wasn’t bullied or had a bad past. In fact, some would he say he was quiet lucky. Good grades, a loving family- albeit sometimes embarrassing but loving nonetheless-, friends (actually friends, because as said earlier no people skills) and all the physiological needs in life.
Focusing back, he totally spent way too much money on new stationary. But it looked so cute and usable and tempting.
His schedule was finally up to his standards. He could breathe now because there was no sign of science anywhere. Oh how he loathed it.
Taking a seat in a totally random spot, he was sort of disappointed because it didn’t exactly hold the best view, but he was too timid to change seats. Settling himself in, he smiled because he was starting a new life and surprisingly, it was going according to his desires and he didn’t quite need to face any “life threatening decisions” by now.
He smile and mentally patted his back.
“Why does this happen every day?”
And why does he ask himself this question every day? We don’t know.
Apparently Min Yoongi had a very very different perspective on this world and everyone’s existence. Someone could even mistake him for a Philosophy professor, but nah, this cute lil bunny is a Literature Prof.
Min Yoongi, the gal with the brains and the looks, may I add. However, his personality totally broke it down to point zero. Grumpy with a bored look, students didn’t dare to be informal with him. If there was an award for the most unsocial being on Earth, tun tun tun, he would get it. And be proud of it.
Checking out his glasses, huffing annoyed at the now foggy glasses, he headed off to his little office- which was way too restricting in his opinion. It consisted of a tiny cupboard, filled with papers, of various degrees. A tiny table, always out of order- “it’s an organized mess” he’d tell the janitor- and a chair. Oh, and the new addition, a marvelous bean bag because damn, all that sitting grading papers formed of 5000 words be killing his back.
He knew he was about 5 minutes - give or take- late, but he just simply did not care.
Park Jimin loved to read. It was thrilling for him, to just live another life. Simply imagine himself as a character in it and enjoy the ride. Most people would rather watch videos or play games, but whether it be online or a book, he would prefer to indulge himself in the act of reading.
Another absurd trait about him was that Park Jimin did not need glasses. He had perfect eyesight, without a need for any sort of help. Bu, oh he did wear them. Round shaped, with a black rim, he looked adorable. Not to mention they were oversized and they just looked perfect on his tiny face and chubby cheeks. He just thinks he looks smart in them.
Opening his MacBook, he opens the pdf of the book they were to read in the course of Literature this year. He was ecstatic because just analyzing things, and making out your very own theories was a new challenge. It was all about you. About how deep you think about the text and how you acknowledge it. Looking at the time, Jimin sighed. Maybe because he was a punctual being and hated things to be late.
And his professor, he’s late.
Calmly walking the halls of the college, Min Yoongi made sure he had all his stuff, because he definitely did not want to take another round because he absolutely despises his office to a great extent.
While an average man had a vocabulary of around 5000 words, Min Yoongi had one consisting of about 100,000 words. Even so, sometime his own student would have no idea what he is talking about as he zones into his own rants. It’s cute actually.
Stepping into the hall, he sighs as he absolutely does not care about the whole it’s the first day shit because there are exactly 507 students in this hall, and he needs to teach them. He starts with the assignment he made and just basically goes on with his basic routine.
Park Jimin is slightly shocked as he noticed most- nearly all of the people- in this room had a book version instead of the pdf one he owned.
Buy the Literature book. He writes in his adorable bunny planner and writes some other meaningful notes to remember because he’s a forgetful soul.
“Park Jimin, correct me if I’m wrong.” Jimin turns around, alarmed at the sound. He filches slightly as he turns around to face his Professor. The whole lesson, he’d been staring at him, watching his body language as he spoke coherently, delivering the message smoothly. It inspired him to great lengths as he took in a note to work extra hard on his assignment due next week. He took in his professor. Close up, he noticed him physically, his milky skin and black hair complimenting his and his glasses. He looked quite professor-ly with the whole suit up and overcoat, and suddenly Jimin wished to see him in another, more casual wear.
“Yes, Professor?”
“I’m not demanding, however, I do suggest buying the book version, as it offers a better experience. I advise it to all my students, hopefully you take it in accord. Good Day.” He spoke formally, and with a nod, he exits.
Jimin just quietly walks out himself, heading over to the cafeteria, with slight swirl in the pit of his stomach, he wasn’t sure if it was the hunger or something else.
The next week, he wakes up in his dorm, and being he introvert he is, he asked for a single dorm, which of course, his parents agreed to, because Jimin is an angel and he deserves the best. Trust me, he does.
He frowns, because he feels the need to look better. He doesn’t have to impress anyone since he did 0 socializing- besides the fact he has a sleepover with Taehyung next dorm, which made him fresh again, he just didn’t have time.
Right.
He still sticks with the black skinny jeans and oversized sweater- his sweater paws could potentially kill a human being. Due to his “instinct” to dress up nicely, he pairs off with a beanie that might boost up his self esteem as he put in an effort, because he swears he saw a man in his pjs in his sociology class.
Remembering to take his Literature assignment with him, he carefully locks his door. He smiles because he put in extra effort for this assignment- he doesn’t exactly know why, but he did.
As he passes Professor Yoongi, putting the assignment on his desk, Jimin gives him a slight smile and surprisingly he smiles back at him.