TEASE | CHAN x READER ♡

detention

3rd person pov
"good afternoon y/n," mr kang tells the tired girl walking into his classroom. she nods smiling and takes a seat at the back of the room.
"oh.. mr troublemaker bang chan! not a suprise to see you here, hm?" chan laughs at the snarky comment. "no, sir," the giddish boy replies. almost like he's happy to be surving time with y/n. he chooses the seat right next to her and she rolls her eyes. "please explain how the two of you got here. y/n, you first?"
the blonde girl lets out a sigh before explaining. "well.. someone," she flickers her angry eyes to chan, "spammed me with texts and calls, and i guess i forgot to silence my phone in the morning so it went off in ms lee's class. that was her first straw. then smart boy chan here decided to splash the science experiment test tube liquid in my face. i had to go to the showers and everything,"
mr kang shakes his head. "tsk..tsk..tsk.. how terrible of you, bang chan. what did this innocent girl ever do to you?" chan scowls and stands up, preparing to tell his side of the story. "it wasn't all of my fault! she stole my fu-fureaking phone and refused to give it back to me. it was a use of the fifth amendment. don't you believe in america, mr kang?"
"we're in korea, bang chan. and pouring chemicals is not a use of the fifth ammendment anyways. now, my detention works like this. an hour of quiet. you may tidy up your notes, finish some homework, as long as you keep to yourself, the room is silent, and you are in someway being productive, you're good to go. i'll be in the room right next to you too. if i hear any noise, i will come back here and extend the detention." with that, mr kang leaves the room. y/n gets right to work. she takes out a scratch piece of paper and rewrites her messy notes to be more clean, readable, and colorful. chan lays his head down on the cold desk. he's been in detention a lot, not once has he ever done schoolwork or anything resembling it.
with y/n's face stuffed into a book, chan taked advantage of this perfect situation and tries to steal her phone from her bag as revenge. he pretends to yawn very loud and stretch, which almost causes y/n to look up. thankfully she doesn't, and chan sticks his thin, pale arm into the back. once he feels the cold screen, he smiles and pulls his hand back out, until y/n grabs ahold of his wrist. "thought you were smart, huh?" she whispers with a smile. but something else catches chan's attention.. "your knuckles.. what happened?" y/n begins to play with a strand of hair. "we shouldn't be talking about this.. or talking at all," she turns her head to the blonde haired boy and back to her notebook. chan starts to bite on the inside of his cheek, feeling worried about the situation.
"we do need to talk about it," he whispers, moving his chair closer. "was it.. was it from your dad?"
y/n immediately jumps and flinches when she hears the word. the question is clear now. she avoids eye contact when she feels hot tears start to build up. "no," she finally squeaks out. "it wasn't, i get stressed and scratch at them," chan sighs and grabs y/n's hand when the tension has eaten him apart enough. "let me see your nails," he commands. y/n unclenches her fist to reveal her clean, pink, short cut nails. "your nails are too short to do this much damage. y/n, tell me the truth, please," he pleads, slowly carressing her hand. y/n feels the tears even more. she doesn't want to talk about jason. in fact, she would love if everyone thought her dad was dead. that way, no one would even mention him to her. actually.. she wishes he was just dead period. oh how nice that would be she ponders, thinking about a perfect family. it's always been her weak spot. the family vacations, early breakfasts all together.. ever since jason has been abusive to the family, her mom has gone brain dead. she doesn't react anymore. she lets the hits and punches and screams come. she doesn't fight back, so she fights for her until she regains her strength. when he starts to yell at her, y/n get on his nerves so he yells at her instead. but other times, she wishes her mom would care. she wishes her mom would show some emotion once in a while, she wishes that her mom would try and stop her from going to that party and getting drunk, she wishes her mom would try and stop her from picking up vaping..
"chan.. i can't," the pour girl squeaks, collapsing into her hands. she cries silently, having to control her breathing so mr kang doesn't come in. then it hits her.
i can't breath
i'm trapped
i'm suffocating
where am i
why am i here
no one here likes you
you will die alone
no one cares about you
you can't breath
yes i can
no you can't
you are dying
you are dying
"y/n? y/n!" he gently shakes her hand to snap her out of it. she inhales a sharp breath and exhales shakily. "i can't.. breath," she pushes the three words out with all of her might.
chan's mind races. her contemplates what to do, his hand holding y/n's.
this has happened before, chan, what did you do last time? the concerned boy thinks to himself. she looks so vulnerable like this. i hate it, i hate it.
"y/n, look at me,"
for the first time ever, she's felt in control. as she looks into chan's eyes, a million thoughts pass by.
fuck it, the girl thinks, taking the boys jaw in both hands and kissing him softly. she places her lips gently on his, keeping her eyes shut tight. the anxiety from her attack turns into adrenaline, and she excitedly kisses the australian boy. he tastes different from felix. he tastes right. his lips are soft and pink, the blonde haired boy hungry for more.
suddenly, weighted footsteps are heard approaching the door. y/n removes her hands from chans face, and chan scoots his chair back to his previous desk. it's mr kang, of course. "how are we doing?" he asks, surveying the area. y/n fumbles with her books, struggling to find a homeork assignment. her cheeks are flushed and she cant help but giddily smile. chan only leans back in his chair almost proudly, a smirk plastered across his face from the previous events. "we're doing great, mr kang," chan slyly says, burning his eyes into the side of y/n's head. her smile is now gone as she tries to act productive and work on an essay. not now, chan, please, don't embarrass me!
"really? mr bang chan, what exactly have we been doing? working hard i presume? being productive?" chan's slick smile grows even bigger and he raises and eyebrow. "i'd say so," y/n can't help but quietly scoff. chan lying gets on her nerves more than anything, of course she wouldn't want chan to tell mr kang that she kissed him, but chan didn't have to be so obvious that something happened while mr kang was in the other room. "well then, continue on. thank you for working too, y/n," the blonde haired girl smiles and nods, and mr kang leaves to the other room. as soon as he leaves the room, y/n snaps around to stare daggers at the aussie. "what?" he asks with a smile. "do you just like looking at my pretty face?-"
"no. absolutely not. you did not need to say that to him. and why do you lie so much? you weren't working at all!" chan's eyebrows raise from my change of tone. "oh.. would you rather me go tell mr kang what you did? i'm sure he wouldn't like that, hm?" chan slowly starts to get up before y/n pushes him back down. "to hell you won't. god! you're so annoying!" y/n shreaks in annoyance. she scoots back to her desk and covers her face with her hands so that chan can't look at her.
but something deep in her wants him to. she wants him to be annoying, she wants him to tease her and make her nervous. does she... like chan?
"okay ms y/n! and.. mr bang chan. you are free to leave. thank you for being so pleasant. annyeonghi gaseyo," y/n nods and chan quickly follows behind her as she tries to scurry off.
"y/n! wait!" chan stops the girl with his strong fist and forces the girl to meet his eyes. "please.. call me when your home. i wanna get to know you better," y/n cringes at the blonde australian and grits her teeth before running off to her home in embarrassment.