Y/N's Oppar 🥺👉👈🥰🤪😳

2. Are you my Oppar? (Professor 🤓☝️)

As I sat down mysteriously at my seat at the back of my new classroom, drawing eyes and staring into people's souls while tucking my hair - so people know how mysterious I am - a girl offers me her lipstick.

But I reject her, "I'm sorry, I'm not like other girls; I don't use makeup." She looks at me as if she's about to start a girly drama, so I get up and move over to sit with the boys - after all, I'm one of them. "Hey guys, I might look naturally feminine,  but I'm one of the boys!"

"You be you girl, whatever...", replied a high value sigma male from the group sarcastically -  (quote by my friend's Dad - we asked what he would say in this situation hypothetically, so we can approve that this response is accurate, professional, and ethical 🤓☝️). I then pouted kawaiily and plopped my petite self down on a seat next to the boys anyway - I'm kinda sigma like that, too. Then, my pink coquette thoughts get interrupted by...

"Attention, students." The class instantly falls into silence, all eyes darting to a T A L L, handsome, muscular, hot, dominant, alpha, sigma man with a serious and cold glint in his eyes. My breath violently hitches in my petite tiny esophagus. 

It's  Park Jimin. Professor, Park Jimin. My roommate?!?!?!? "Hh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-how... w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what..." I stammer...

"You know him?" a girl behind me squeaks in her annoyingly girly voice, "Lucky..." I swivel around with a distressed look pulling at my delicate features. 

"Lucky?!?!?!? What do you mean, lucky? I HATE HIM. I spoke 3 words to him, and now I hate him. I hate men! I don't believe in love!" I screamed passionately.

"...what does this have to do with love-" the girl begins to ask before being interrupted.

"Y/n? Screaming within the first 5 minutes of my class? I see you're already causing trouble... hmm?" Professor Park says with a dangerous edge to his tone, despite the calm collectedness radiating from his husky voice, "You can stay behind after the lecture for detention... with me..." 

"B-but, sir! I was just discussing my hate towards men with my strictly class-time-only friend!" I protested innocently.

He ignores me being the unbothered, cold-hearted man he is. He then writes his name on the board. "My name is Professor Park. I'll be your teacher for this year - would anyone else like to introduce themselves in a more... civilized way." he eyes me with a sharp glare. I humph, when an idea enters my petite dementia brain. 

I jump up kawaii-desukoily, "I will!" All eyes dart to me, but I'm used to attention - I get it wherever I go, "My name is Lee Y/n - one thing about myself is that, I would say I'm pretty good singer... I sing in my free time."

Professor Park raises as amused eyebrow, as he leans back alphaly on his desk, "Well then, care to show us?" he asks. I suck in a deep breath - all my life has led up to this moment.

"I WAS A BAD GIRL 😈👹🖤⛓️🥀

I DID SOME BAD THINGS

I SWEAR I DID IT ALL FOR FUN

AND IT MEANT NOTHING

IT NEVER HAPPENED-" I sung passionately before a very rude strictly class-time-only friend interrupted me.

"Ayo chat, what in the Ohio zero level singing is that?" said the same high-value sigma male from before; before a deep, gravelly voice follows.

"That's enough, Jake." Professor Park said.

With that, Jake made an edgy grumble and ceased to use ones' voice box. 

Wait- did oppar just stand up for me?  All eyes dart to my petite frame, barely visible (good luck finding my waist 😏). "Wait... did I just say that out loud?" I giggle self-consciously, can't they all just stop looking - I mean, I'm not that interesting...

His gaze sharpens piercing mine, "I'm not standing up for you, Miss Lee." his voice is flat yet still maintaining it's cold, icy edge. 

My cheeks blush more than they already do naturally - d-did oppar just reject me?!?! 

The rest of class I find my petite train of thought wondering how he could possibly reject me. Ugh, I hate him. I decide not to listen to his lecture out of spite, and continue to draw eyes in my book - you know, have to keep it mysterious. 

*time travels aesthetically* Before I know it, he's finally stopped yapping that husky voice. I pack away my three full pages of eyes, taking my time as the lecture hall empties. I squeeze petitely past the gaps between the desks - that no one else could possibly get through (Jiafei core).

I'm about to pass through the doorway, when a large, veiny and masculine hand grips the doorframe to block my exit. My neck extends as I have to look all the way up to this tall figure.

Blue hair cascades over his dark, narrowed eyes, "Where do you think you're going?" he murmurs, his voice deep and dangerous, "We've got detention, remember?"

onionhaseyo guys ~ lily 🤪