Teaching Bangtan [JM]

Chapter 16

YAS. I FOUND MY SKETCHBOOK.
MY BABY.
YES.
What was is it doing here?....
Had BTS seen this?
Did they know I was Jimin biased?
I've drawn him so many times, they'll think I'm some sort of obsessed freak.
'Well it's sorta true Sena..' shut up brain. Some one definitely saw this..
Oml... NoooOoooOoo

I jumped as I heard a creak from the door.
I instantly hid the sketchbook behind me as I turned to find Jimin leaning on the door frame with a smirk on his face.
"U-UUUH uh Jimiiin, hey....I was just helping Jin clean up the rooms..." my voice was shaky. It was way too obvious that I was nervous 😓

He smiled and slowly walked towards me, "what are you hiding?"
He said then started trying to look behind me, I kept twisting and turning.

He knew it was the sketchbook. He saw it... He was probably standing there under the doorframe for quite a while.
I started running around the room, trying to get the sketchbook away from Jimin.
He was much much faster than me.
"Yaa! Give it back! That's mine!"
He yelled as he continued chasing me around the room.
"It's mine! You can't have it. Why do you even have this?" I questioned him, out of breath.
He stopped chasing me and stood infront of me.

I thought he'd given up, but it was a trick. He suddenly grabbed my wrist a jerked me forward assuming it was to get closer to the sketchbook that I was holding onto for dear life.
I struggled a little then jerked back. I didn't free myself from his grip, however, I did trip on the basket behind me on the floor.

I fell.
Dragging Jimin down with me, his grip on my wrist still hadn't faltered.
It felt like we fell in slow motion, my brain trying to delay what was about to happen.
My head hit the floor.
Jimin was on top of me.

And His body crushing mine.

I had just literally had the air knocked out of me and was struggling to breathe now.
What do I do.
We were both still out of breath.
Only our synchronised breathing filled the silence.

I hated it.

If looks could kill, I would've died.
LITERALLY.

During the two seconds of silence that seemed like forever, we just looked at each other.
My mind went completely blank. My heart was beating so fast that it would be practically impossible for Jimin to not feel it.
Jimin swallowed his saliva and clenched his jaw before readjusting himself to sit one me. A leg on each side.
WHAT WAS HE DOING.
"YAAA GET OFF.... Jimin....."
I struggled and tried to push him off, while one hand grasped my sketchbook, but alas my struggle didn't pay off in the slightest.
"PARK JIMIN."
He ignored me and tugged at my fingers to let the sketchbook go.
NoOooOooooo....
"GIMME ITTT" I held on as much as I could but he finally won.
"I am the rightful owner of this!" He said as he chuckled and waved the sketch book in my face.
I reached for it but he pulled it higher, I couldn't reach. This damn otter was still sitting on me.
He was sitting on me.
I could feel his leg muscles.
Damn you Jimin.

"A- aa-A... this is mine." He repeated.
I furrowed my eyebrows and yelled back "WAT? HOW IS IT YOURS?!"
I was angry.
He was still laughing.
With his perfect eye smile.
'UGH YOU MAKE IT SO HARD TO BE MAD AT YOU DAMN YOU JASAKAINDJSJAN' I thought to myself.
"These are all drawings of me, Sena, I'm your bias aren't I?" He smirked.
Uhuuuhhh uh
"........"

"Anyway... you need to pay the model fee. Until then, this is mine."
WHAT? MODEL FEE?
(IT G MAAAAAAAAAA) HAH.
He was distracted from laughing, I kicked him off.
We both stood up. I felt like I could finally breathe... but I also felt cold in the absence of Jimin's delicious leg muscles on me- Wait what... 😅

"What are you saying? What fee?!" I reached for the sketchbook but he raised it out of my reach.
"Uhh... :) how about a wish per drawing?" He had a mischievous look in his eyes.
I didn't like where this was going.
Was this blackmail?! THIS WAS BLACKMAIL.
MANAGERNIIIIIIIIIIM.
Oh wait. Great. I can't tell anyone
either. If the company finds out I'm a fan.. I'll be kicked out...
"Fine. What do you want for each drawing?..."
He stared at the sketchbook in his hands as thought for a moment.
"Well... there are 9 drawings of me... I'll just return the sketchbook after you fulfil my 9 wishes :)"
I opened my mouth to reply but Taeyhung walked in.
I took this opportunity to leave the room.
"O Taehyung... I was just tidying up, I'm done now.." I grabbed the basket and quickly walked out.
I bumped into Jin on the way to the laundry room,
"Hey, Sena are you okay? What happened?" He asked with genuine concern.
"Uuh heh what do you mean?..."
"Your face has gone bright red and your hair is all messed up"
Shit. what...
"Ahaaha really? Maybe I was just cleaning too hard? ^•^..." I lied as I ruffled about my hair.
I looked down and touched my cheeks...did I really go that red?...

A/N-
IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE THIS HUUUU.
And I'm sorry for such a short chapter
GUYS THE RM MIXTAPE.
ITS BOM. "DO YOU" AND "MONSTER". PERFECTION.
AND HEY DEAR ARMYS, IF YOU ARW NAMJOON BIASED- CHECK OUT "Dear Namjoon".
Thank you soooooo much for the reads.
LIKE 2000 ? REALLY?! HOW?
WHY?
Also that drawing of V isn't finished yet and he looks hella sad yuuyuu.
If you haven't listened to Xia Junsu's Flower yet- GO WATCH IT. GO.
And MFBTY Bang Diggy Bang Bang.
It's late and I'm going to sleep, sorry for any errors.
OOOOOOO DID ANYONE SEE THE ECLIPSE BECAUSE I DIDNT BECAUSE OF FRIGGING CLOUDS. I SAW IT GET DARK BRIEFLY BUT THATS ABOUT IT.
Don't forget to vote if you like the story ^•^ OOOOH MIROTIC IS PLAYING. YEAH BOI.
AND AND IM WATCHING DH2: GEEE MIIINOOOOOOR
사랑해! 💜💜💜💜💜
HOLY CRAP HE RELEASED JOKE AND IT BOM. TY TY NAMJOON FOR YOUR AWESOME GENIUS.