Splintered Heart || Park Seonghwa 18+ Oneshots {ATEEZ} - DISCONTINUED

Teacher's Pet

You look at your schedule for the third time. You're supposed to be at Honors Mathematics in room 4a, but you can't find your way around. You look at the map of the school campus. From what it tells you, room 4a should be... Right around the next corner. You pick up the pace, not wanting to be late on my first day and you make it to the classroom just as the bell rings. You don't let yourself think as you step through the doorway. Looking nervously around the classroom, you notice everyone seems to be seated already.

The teacher is sitting at his desk, and he clears his throat at you impatiently.

"What are you doing here, miss?"

"I'm the transfer student," you reply sheepishly, "My schedule says this is Honors Mathematics?"

"Ah, yes I remember reading your name on the attendance list," the teacher replies, "There's an empty seat right over here," he says, pointing at an empty desk right at the front of the classroom.

You make your way over to it and quietly begin setting out your things.

"Please refrain from being late to my class in the future," he says, eyes pining you to the spot. The whole class seems to be watching everything you do, causing your hands to shake.

"Understood."

"Good," he turns and addresses the whole class now, "I'm Mr. Park, the Honors Mathematics teacher at this school and you will address me as such, or simply sir. I expect the absolute best from each one of you, and I will not tolerate anything less than perfection."

The students murmur in agreement, and the class begins.

An hour later, you can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the moment. You'd been up till late last night preparing for today, and the excitement of transferring schools had kept you from sleeping soundly. Mr. Park's bland and uninteresting way of explaining further algebra wasn't helping you stay awake.

Your eyes had been shut for hardly a moment when something loud and heavy crashes into your desk, making you jump in shock. You look up, eyes wide to see Mr. Park standing over you, a textbook firmly planted on your desk. The students in the class snicker and giggle amongst themselves and Mr. Park's eyes are lit with anger.

"If this class is so boring for you that you're going to fall asleep, perhaps you'd like to teach instead, miss y/n?"

You feel a red-hot blush creep up your neck and cheeks. Everyone's attention is still fixed on you, exactly what you hate the most.

"No, sir," you say, barely louder than a whisper.

"You'll stay 30 minutes after class," he says, writing your name on the board at the front of the classroom, "Hopefully you'll be able to stay awake during it."

The class bursts out into full blown laughter at that, and you bite my tongue to stop the tears that prickle your eyes.

15 minutes later, the bell signaling the end of class and the start of a free period rings. For a few moments, there is nothing but the sound of scraping chairs and shuffling papers as students collect their things and make their way out into freedom, but you don't move from your seat. You still have 30 minutes left. Which also happens to be the entirety of the free period.

Mr. Park sits at his desk, typing away on his computer and ignoring you. You decide that this is the perfect opportunity to get started on the homework he set you. You pull it out and begin working away methodically. The challenge of the numbers and problem scenarios makes the time fly by and before you know it, 30 minutes is up. You begin packing away your things and stand up, stretching.