his way- Yoon Gwinam- Pyeon Sangwook

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I then look up when I see him

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my mouth opens as if my jaw hit the floor as I stare at the man ahead of me only for it to be the man from the airplane. Now that's what I call a small world.... I think to myself still analyzing him. And gosh he looks even better in a all black suit he begins to speak while placing his leather bag on the desk taking out some files.

"Hello let me introduce myself I am sangwook but you call me Mr Pyeon, before starting let's get things straight. I am not your friend, I am not your family, I am your teacher. it stays that way"

he gives everyone a quick glance but I tilt my head down so he wouldn't notice me luckily the student infront of me was blocking the veiw so I kept my face in my notebook. He starts a small tv on the top of the room in the corner big enough for everyone to see he informs the class that we are only writing notes today and to pay attention because he will be asking questions.

Oh God...I couldn't help but stare at him my eyes where feeding off of everything he was so handsome I couldn't help myself. Snap yourself out of it I say pinching myself slightly and I sigh looking at the tv. It was so freaking boreing where never going to use the stuff later in life I'll forget In less than a minute...guess that's why where taking notes. With my face leaned against my hand and arm on the table I peak at everyone else. Aha they look just as miserable. Gosh no one really cares about wars and dynasties that happened decades ago.

I start playing with my pen...and one thing led to another. Next thing you know I was drawing the teacher...I didn't stop, it looked quite good. So I'm not paying attention AT ALL just in my own little world until..

"Who can tell me what country controlled Korea leading up to world war 2?"

He pears over the class room sitting in his chair he then nods his head in my direction

"you, answer that" he says in a low but calm voice

"Me?" Say the kid who was blocking me earlier.

"No the student behind you" everyone turns their necks to look at me.

My eyes widen slightly with the look of confusion.

"Uh...what was the question again?"

I say gritting my teeth a bit worried. Everyone else starts smiling at me as if the answer was right infront of me.

He repeats the question nice and clear a little to clear as he looks me over with a serious face expression looked very different from when I saw him on the plane.

"Uhhh China?" I mutter almost choking on my words as I say it as if I'm not sure.

Some students bursts out laughing while other look at me annoyed the girl next to me says

"it was litterly so easy how did you not get that right" a random boy replys

"it's because she's American all they know is beer and football"

"I could teach you all about Korea if you come over tonight, you like ramen?" Says another as they laugh with each other holding nasty smirks on their faces.

"Myeong-hwan and chang-hoon. Quit it or I'll make you forget everything about korea!" says Mr Pyeon in a voice that shows he means it.

Litterly so embarrassing. How am I going to get through this?? I think closeing my notebook.

"Good try, though It was Japan" he then says softly but still stern back to me trying to ease my humiliation.

I look at the clock as I only have a few more minutes before leaving. I put my head into my crossed arms as I close my eyes I breath in the scent of my the laundry detergent from the sweater then let out a relieving sigh.

After 10 minutes he shouts lightly after the class

"don't forget to look over pages 450 to 457"

we finally get to leave everyone blocks the door trying to get out, it finally clears up I then get up to.

Thank god! I smile grabbing my notebook and pen and place it between the pages as always. i begin to walk past him as my pencil falls..wow a wonderful time to fall it's never fell before. I squat down to get it and pump back up with the pen as I swiftly put it behind my ear.

The class now empty with just me and Mr Pyeon I continue my way out the door he doesn't pay me any mind so I'm not worried that he remembers me or even noticed. I feel his eyes behind me as they only hit me after I'm not facing him but yk that could just be how I'm feeling.

After leaving he stands in the door way with his hands in his pockets and body slightly limped against the door frame with cold sharp eyes. he's watching the busy hallway make it's usual moves.

Almost like traffick but no vehicles and a bit more messy.

The day is over. I smile feeling glad. It wasent so bad and the lunch here is wonderful I go to my locker looking around.

"I guess I got the ghost hall this year" I whisper to myself as there is barely anyone around I begin to do a few stretchs by my locker then raising my hands to the roof as far as they can go.

my shirt lifts a little bit I don't mind. The cool air hitting my fitted waist felt quite nice I held that pose until a heard footsteps which was about less then thirty seconds.

I drop my hands behind my back as I watch the boys who mad fun of me earlier walk past but with another boy.

I turn to my locker putting my things in and Putting my phone in my skirt pocket I then close it and turn back around to see the group talking and murmuring a few feet away while looking at me.

Should I leave? Should I go someone where there are more people? I sigh thinking as I feel uncomfortable. I'm smart enough to know i should go where people are around. But I can't judge these boys.

Not like they are going kiddnapp me. I scoff and begin walking the empty hall. I here footsteps behind but don't think much, maybe they're leaving to.

Before I can get outside a tall boy is standing in front of me. He had black hair with bangs. Almost In a mullet type style very tall. I have to look up at him slightly and he pears down over me. He smirks while smacking on some gum the other two boys are behind him.

"I'm gwinam, but you'll be calling me appa later" his friends giggle and scoff slyly.

"Do you want me to call you father? Isent that a term for older people? I'm sorry but I'd rather not call some random teenage boy who looks like a giant my father" I smile sarcasticly hoping for my life he wouldn't understand most of English.

Why did I say that? Oh my god. His face expression changes quickly his smile drops and his eyes narrow slightly. He gets closer to me so close our body's are almost touching.

"Trying to assert your dominance, or trying to be intimidating? It's not working...appa" I whisper pushing closer while stareing back. Hoping to break our eye contact

He steps back and I smile as though I thought I won. I begin to leave Then I feel cold hands grip around my arms yanking me back with force they slam me into a room knocking me on the floor I hit my head hard.

I fight to stay awake I breath heavily and keep my eyes open widely. Come on I can't I have to- I have to my words slur as my vision blurs everything goes black.

Almost as if I went to sleep and it's just a dream that takes you to no where but you don't even know it.