k p o p ➳ dreambook

c h s ➳ lesson learnt ♡

[15:09] now playing: faded - bevy maco

[warnings] oral (male receiving), handjob, hickies, brief mommy kink, degrading, choking, bully!vernon x nerdy!reader (ft. mark lee)

1st person // 3.2k words

[a/n] finally gonna start reposting my old stories. for those of you who requested before my book was taken down, I'm working on it! I'm really sorry for the delay I was almost done with most of them but now I have to start all over again 😔 again I apologize ❤️

requested and reposted~ 💮🥀

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I entered the classroom, awkwardly. the whole lesson pauses as 26 different pair of eyes stare at the grease stained paper bag and plastic cup that were held between my hands. I forced a smile at my teacher, who still had the blue colored expo marker pressed against the white board, and gave her the thick, purple piece of paper that will excuse my tardiness.

"thank you, ma'am." ms. kim says, gratefully. my anxiety boiled like a louisiana gumbo as the students watched us interact in silence. I hummed, giving her a lazy no problem. however, when I turned around to locate my desk, I'd noticed the newly arranged seats. the once aligned desks now clumped together into small groups. I shuddered. groups...

I looked at my acquaintances for help, not doing a swell job hiding my confusion. "your seat's over there by vernon." ms. kim speaks behind me, motioning her arm towards the group in the corner. my wide eyes landed on the stupid smirk on that stupid boys face, mentally rolling them before tightening my grip on my food and walking over to my desk while ms.kim continued the lesson.

he sat horizontally from me. his desk was the 5th one that was what I liked to call the 'outcast.' but chwe vernon hansol an outcast? ha, funny! he was the complete opposite and honestly, that wasn't nowhere near the reason why I disliked him. it was his cocky, I'm-better-than-you attitude.

thankfully, my friend mark lee was there to keep myself from strangling his tonsils out. "hey, y/n." he beamed, his cute little cheekbones lifting his face. I nodded my head and raised my eyebrows. "you gonna give me some?" he pointed to the mcdonald's bag, looking at me with puppy eyes. I quietly dug through the paper bag, releasing the smell of greasy food into the classroom.

he let out a semi-loud oi~ as I gave him a handful of fries, making the teacher turn around and give him a quick warning to be quiet. "what about me?" vernon said, lifting his hand for some fries. "no, sorry." I shake my head, remaining classy. he rolled his eyes and slumped into his seat like a toddler. "fucking fatty." he grumbled.

I looked over to mark, rolling the bag shut with a small pout. he gave me a 'sorry, dude' look. he wasn't confrontational, which sometimes wasn't his very best trait, so he kept his mouth shut, tuning in back to the lesson.