victon imagines

chan - my mistake, or yours?

requested by: jaebumiescat

• genre: fluff, friends to lovers
• 3496 words
• published: 05/26/20
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Chan's POV
"Chan, this has been the third time you left your textbook, you know what that means," The teacher scolds me as I put my head down. I nodded in reply, my head still down. "Sit down, let's meet after class," I nodded and sat down.

I still couldn't get a new textbook and it's been three days since. If only I brought an umbrella that day, my textbook wouldn't have gotten wet. The rain was pouring hard that day that I couldn't use it anymore.

While my head was still slightly down, I noticed something in front of me. I looked up a bit and noticed Y/N passing her textbook to her seatmate from behind. She hurriedly put her hands on her desk as if she did nothing suspicious.

While the teacher was walking around, he noticed something off. "Y/N, where's your textbook?" He asks, putting his hands behind him.

"Sir, I left it," She stands up and replies. "Again? You know this is the third time," He scolds. I noticed her seatmate looking tense, unable to focus on the reading activity. "Yes, I know, sir. I'll be in detention later," She replies, not feeling shy at all.

"Good, you know," He replies and resumed on walking around the room. She sat back down and was laid-back. Unlike me, she was carefree about it. I found it suspicious but I just let it slide.

[♡]

The door creaked as I slowly swung it open. Yesterday, I was alone so I wasn't in many worries. But this time, I forgot about someone else being here as well.

Y/N was on her phone, both feet resting on another seat. Not very lady-like if you'd ask me. She took her eyes off her phone and looked me as I entered.

Her eyes widened and immediately pushed the seat in front of her and sat up. "Uh, it's okay. Just ignore me," I said and took the nearest seat to me which was right in front.

Like always, I plugged in my earphones and turned on my playlist on shuffle. Sitting back, I just looked around to keep myself distracted. After listening to a few songs, she broke the peaceful atmosphere.

"It isn't like me, right?" I heard her ask. My volume wasn't so loud so I managed to hear her. I paused the song that was recently playing and pulled out the earphones. "What do you mean?" I turned around and asked.

"You know, getting into detention. And this," She says, pointing at her current position, still not taking her eyes off her phone. "I don't mind, why should I judge?" I replied.

She finally puts down her phone and looked at me, quite in shock. "Aren't you surprised I'm acting like this?" She asks, knowing it's different from what I see in the classroom. "No, because you're not like that," I replied, shocking her even more.

"Aren't you tired of acting like the bad person? You always try to save others, what about you?" I asked as she put her head down. "At least you know," She replies.

I stood up and sat beside her. She felt my presence so she shifted her feet off the seat. "You don't belong here. You're innocent," I reply. There was a long moment of silence, it wasn't awkward rather comfortable.