Him: Rebels (Young K x Reader)

Chapter 3

"She WHAT?!" you yell, flying up from the chair. The principal flinches before clearing his throat to repeat the outrageous statement.

"She reported your for harassment."

You let out a baffled snort and sit back down again, crossing your arms. "I can't believe that-" you utter along with a series of non-child-friendly words, shocking the three adults. Your dad shuts his eyelids and you know there are rolling balls behind.

"I'm gonna let that slide if you just apologize to her," the head continues, locking his hands again.

"If I just apologize?" you lean forward in the chair, arms still crossed. "Not a chance. Not even if that would solve all the problems in the world."

"(Y/N)," your father mutters and places a hand on your arm.

"No," you cut him off and turn your attention towards the still dark-haired, middle-aged man.

"That's not going to happen."

He was called in for a conversation with you, neither of you knowing why, your homeroom teacher and the principal. As if it wasn't bad enough making him break off an important meeting with the CEO of a large company in the industry, such a rare and honorable opportunity to get a prestigious job, he missed his chance because of something so trivial.

The principal sighs, feeling the defeat closen in, and your teacher rubs his eyes behind the thick glass in his spectacles.

"Would it really be that bad to apologize?" His tired eyes begging you to just do so and get it over with. You are sure he agrees with you - that's the kind of person he is - but all the teachers turn into chicken in front of their superior.

Do you even know how much she would enjoy that?

"It would," you firmly answer, stubborn and unwilling to give in.

"Why?" the head takes over. Your eyes land on him.

She would see it as if I'm on my knees, begging for forgiveness!

"Because she will think she won and that it's okay to just throw out whatever pleases her, not giving it a second thought whether she hurts someone or not. I refuse to just stand on the side, passively watching as she keeps acting like that towards others. That is not how you treat your fellow human beings."

How can he even think you should be the one to apologize? And why should you, when you're doing the right thing? You may not have the same social skills as the average student, but you can tell right from wrong.

"Miss (Y/L/N), please don't make such a big deal out of this. It was just some mere words. I'm sure she didn't mean it. Now, would you please just apologize so-"

"Excuse me but my daughter is not going to apologize for doing what no one else will," your father suddenly breaks in. The rest of you look at him in surprise.

So he isn't just gonna sit back and watch after all.

"She stood up for a girl who was actually harassed. She did what no one else dared to do because they were scared. She stood up to defend a girl she doesn't even know, who was openly bullied and you're just gonna let that slide?"

A smirk starts forming on your face. The elderly, overweight man behind the desk shifts in his seat.

This is getting good.

"No. It is people like you, sir, who are the reason bullying is still a thing and a huge problem. My daughter did the right thing and she should not apologize for that."

The room grows silent for a while and you mentally applaud your father. A true hero. Your teacher is quietly watching, trying to hide a satisfied smile by taking a sip of his coffee. The head takes a moment to collect himself.

"Mister. I have two young kids and a nagging wife. I barely ever get any sleep. I run the largest school in town and work from early in the morning to late in the evening. This is giving me a headache. You can surely understand that this is just a minor problem which we can easily get over."

How did you ever come to rule this place, you inhumane and ignorant being?

"Minor problem my-"

"Is an apology needed? You can't just let it go the way it is?" your father cuts you off before you get the chance to curse again, despite wanting to do so himself as well.

"Miss Park says she will withdraw the statement is she gets an apology."

Not gonna happen.

"And if I don't?"

"I'm afraid I will have to suspend you." His eyes are cold, his body relaxed. The wrinkles surrounding his eyes deepen.

"WHAT?!" you exclaim, now sitting straight up in your seat. "You will have to suspend ME if I don't apologize for doing the right thing? Why? SHE was the one harassing another person!"

"You must understand her father is a very influential person and a sponsor we simply cannot lose."

Bollocks.

You stand up, place your hands on the desk and lean in, dangerously close to the mindless moron, and mumble a few simple words, "Screw. You."

"(Y/N)," your dad says.

"No," you respond, not moving even an inch. "If I'm going to apologize for this, I have the right to curse at you."

Finally, your teacher jumps in to avoid further conflict.

"I think you should take the day off. Your absence will be overlooked. But just for today."

You keep glaring at the man for a moment. Your dad calls your name again.

"Don't you dare think you won this. Cuz you damn well didn't."

Jerk.

With that, you whirl around and stomp out of the room, your father close behind. Neither of you say a word while heading for the car. But as soon as you both get in, doors closed, he moves his left hand, curled into a fist, towards you. Your right hand mimics the action, bumping his.

This does not end here. The fight only just began.