Him: Rebels (Young K x Reader)

Chapter 1

"Present," you grunt as your name is called. You don't even bother to look away from the bird dancing in the wind outside.

If only I was free like that.

"Would you please pay attention, miss?" your teacher sighs yet again. He knows that it's a lost battle. You barely ever pay heed to what happens.

You peek around the room. The dust-colored walls coated with all sorts of papers and notice boards seem tedious as ever. To your right are three more tables for two, each seat occupied. The same goes for the other three rows in front of you. The left wall is basically just a line of windows covering the upper half, leaving the rest empty. There isn't a lot in there. Only a small, square locker for each student behind you and that's about it. Pretty much the standard for the school in general. The only three tolerable things are the library, the uniforms, and the Spring Festival - mostly because of the music, not really the people or the decorations.

In the end, you glance up at the middle-aged man behind the teacher's desk. His hair is slowly turning grey and wrinkles are sneaking in from each side of his face.

"Who says I'm not?"

You immediately feel a pair of eyes land on you in response to your sarcastic answer. As always, the teacher's pet, Semmi, is glaring right at you from her prudent seat where she can pick the teacher's nose in every class. Rolling yours, you turn your attention back to the bird which has now settled in its nest on the branch of a tree.

So you're bound as well, huh?

Why waste your time learning something you don't even need to know? Why waste time in this prison they call an educational institution when you can read everything in the textbooks anyway? You just go to get told what to do and when for by people whose job simply is to watch over you and keep track of your attendance.

Anyone can tell you are not a fan of school. Maybe it's the pointless lessons. Maybe it's the vexatious people. Maybe it's a combination of both. Either way, you can't wait to finish next year so you can get the heck out of this stale and stodgy town.

Not giving it any thought, you pull a pen from your pencil case and begin tracing lines all over a fresh page of your thoroughly decorated notebook. Up. Down. Around. All shapes of all sizes. Flowers, animals, words; everything and nothing.

In the meantime, your teacher clears his throat and continues calling the names of your classmates in that dull voice of his. You mouth each of them, spot on every time until he reaches a strangely unfamiliar name. You frown, realizing what this means.

In the midst of drawing a mouse, resembling Semmi remarkably much, you hear the door tick open. Right after being mentioned for the second time, a boy trudges in, gaining the attention of every spectator. You immediately notice how not a single girl misses out on straightening their back right on cue.

A lean boy, obviously towering above the majority of the class, with hair the color of withered leaves and the smile of a child with a secret they simply cannot hold is now greeting you with a bow and an almost acknowledging expression as if the mob lives up to his standards. Tie neatly dangling from his neck down the white button-up; arms covered in the navy blazer, the school's badge embroidered in gold on his left chest; black, ironed pants falling low, shoes just visible. His whole figure along with the air surrounding him practically screams "Prefect."

In a matter of seconds after his entrance, his eyes land upon your slanted figure, locking with yours. You don't even try to conjure up the slightest hint of a smile before focusing on the Semmi Mouse drawing again.

In the distance, you hear an introduction and a polite welcome in response, not really catching any of it. Some Kang-guy who transferred from Cambodia or something. Not that you're interested in any way.

A bit further up the page, you draw a sketch of the bird in the nest outside, glancing back and forth between the paper and the tree, when suddenly, you hear a sentence that makes your gaze dart back up.

"There is a spot down in the back next to miss (Y/L/N)," your teacher points to the seat next to you.

Your eyes instantly travel from the window to the boy standing by the blackboard. They frantically scan the room for another potential spot, only met by jealous glares and rolling eyes.

Great.

He smilingly drops down beside you, attention turning your way.

"Hi, I'm-"

"Spare me. Save your pretentious introduction for someone who actually cares," you sneer and let your gaze run back outside.

You do your best to ignore him and his countless questions as the class, which seemed to never stop, ends after 90 long minutes. You growl while packing your bag, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Even after finishing and escorting yourself out of the room, his questions follow you.

All the girls glower your way. You could've sworn you saw fire in Semmi's eyes when you passed her.

Great. Yet another bottle of fuel to the flame.

You continue focusing on anything but his voice, going as far as plugging in your broken earphones, on your way to the library. Still, the aggravating noise does not disappear.

"Where are you going? Aren't we going the other way? I don't think there are any classrooms down this corridor. Are you skipping class? Why? Oh, we never got properly introduced. I'm Younghyun, what's your-"

"Listen up, nitwit," you interrupt after finally feeling fed up, turning around and scowling up at him. "I don't know what your problem is, but you clearly can't take a hint. I don't care about you or your name. If you really haven't noticed, I have absolutely no desire to be here, let alone socialize with loonies like you. I don't know what you want or think you can get from me, but I'm not your friend. Nor will I be. So leave me alone and get lost," you bark before turning on your heel and proceeding down the, now, nearly empty hall.