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Y/N'S POV

"Miss, Y/N"

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My head spun and churned like ripples on the surface of a troubled body of water, yet my vision stayed pitch dark like the insides of a mysterious cavern. 

"Miss, Y/N! Get up now!" 

I wondered who on earth would be as heartless enough to disturb the slumber of an exhausted, worn out girl with such a powerfully deep and authoritative voice. Ugh, never mind. It didn't matter to me. Let whoever that annoying person yell as loud as he can because no one can prove to me that another better luxury exists in this world other than the sheer relaxation and comfort I felt from keeping my eyes shut and feeling myself gradually drift away to the realm of whispering dreams.

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"Miss Y/N, I demand you wake up this instant!"

That was the last infuriating roar I heard from him before I felt something wet and freezing splash directly onto my face. 

"What the-" I was rudely jolted awake from my slumber and found myself in my classroom. Struggling to calm my rapidly pulsating heart, I let out a gasp of aghast as I looked down at myself. An utter mess I was with beads of ice cold water trickling down my long locks to the sides of my face and towards my chin and leaving a tarnishing stain on my skirt. Looking up in alarm, I caught sight of none other than...him!

Mr. Park Jimin. My Biology professor. The only professor in my highschool who was feared by everyone even if you had very much mentioned his name. He was also the one professor that I very much despised and not a day passed by when I wouldn't wish that he would suddenly pack his bags and announce that he was leaving our highschool for good, perhaps in search of some other paths to advance his career. 

He stood right there, his tall slender figure towering above me clad in a jet black suit and a crimson red tie cutting right down the middle of his pearl white shirt. 

Glaring down at me with his arms crossed in front of his broad chest with a coy smirk playing upon his lips, I realized that he seemed only too happy as he relished in the awful fact that he had just splashed water across a student's face when she had been sleeping in class. 

This I caught on as my eyes rested on the silver water-bottle he held in his hand which was now obviously empty without a drop to spare.

"I guess you're one to always choose the hard way, aren't you, Miss Y/N?" he chuckled under his breath.

It wasn't long before the chorus of laughs, guffaws and giggles followed by an endless amount of piercing mockery quickly followed suit from the desks around and they reverberated the poster covered walls of the classroom. 

I could swear that I could feel my whole face flare up in inexpressible embarrassment and shame. Being so mortified, I sought for some useless comfort by letting my head hang low but even that simple act seemed to mock me because all I saw as I did that was the surface of my wooden desk, completely soaked as I was, with puddles of clear water scattered upon it. The puddles reflected my drenched face and hair and only exalted my dismay.

I whipped my head up to glare at my attacker, ready to give him a piece of my mind.

"How could you-" I growled but I was interrupted by Mr. Park abruptly holding up a slender finger in front of my face. 

"Falling asleep in class and daring to talk back to your superiors? Why, miss Y/N. You certainly disappoint me." he remarked in a cold voice dripping with an irritating layer of sarcasm. "I do hope that you've better plans to improve yourself at least before you graduate by the end of the year." 

He sauntered over to his desk leaving me stunned and dazed. 

Did he seriously just say that I've been a disappointment? Right after he had practically assaulted me with water? The nerve of that man.

I had to bite my lower lip down hard and clench both of my fists tight in order to stop myself from screaming at him from the rushing wrath I was feeling but I knew that wouldn't have been the wisest option at the point. I would simply have to bottle up my anger and wait at this desk.

I saw him slowly and dangerously scan the classroom with his dark emotionless eyes. After the fiasco, he had caused and with what his attention being momentarily diverted to me, the rest of the class had seized this moment as the perfect opportunity to let loose and converse with their classmates and sneakily whisper and gossip about the horrific scene that just took place. 

Of course, judging by Mr. Park's most innerved stare, the sight did not seemed to please him at all.

"Quiet!" he hollered, the power enough to make any entity quiver. Within a moment, I was greeted with pin drop silence and just like that, the classroom was as hushed and silent as a graveyard. With all expectant beady little eyes turned to face his rigid visage. 

The amount of authority he had over anyone in general was certainly impressive. So impressive that it gave me chills.

"Right. Now that the sleeping beauty is awake." -at this he didn't forget to shoot me a look from the side of his eyes- " We can move on to our next theory lesson."

I heard some groans of dismay followed by some rustles of paper and I too sighed deeply and reached for my book across the table as I had no other choice. As his monotonous and robotic voice droned on and on, I pretended to concentrate on the trail of black letters that swam under my eyes and didn't forget to glance at the clock on the far end of the wall each time he turned away from me.

Who knew that all it took was an arrogant professor to get a student to almost hate her beloved subject?

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Jimin's POV

After I had dismissed the class, the students didn't waste a moment in ushering themselves out by the crowd out of the arched doorway. 

While arranging the pile of documents upon my desk, I caught sight of Miss Y/N amongst the multitude of students. She was desperately trying to wring out her drenched hair as if she were wringing out her laundry and as she passed by my desk, I could simply sense that she was trying to avoid eye contact with me at all costs.

And for good reason, I suppose. 

The last of the students left and I found myself being the center of an isolated classroom. I closed the text book on my desk and sighed deeply as I reluctantly recalled the events that happened today.

Alright, maybe throwing water on her face to wake her was a little overdramatic and reckless of me. 

However, you have to admit that it gets frustrating when the same student keeps falling asleep in the middle of lectures almost every single day and on top of that seems to be failing almost all of her exams.

Heaving another sigh, I let myself collapse on my chair and let my head sink into my palms.

"I was too hard on her." I muttered to myself, cursing myself for my recklessness. "I suppose I get irritated when people fail to keep up my with me and I tend to lose my patience."

Leaning back on the chair, I reached out and gently tugged at the tie around my neck to loosen it up, hoping to loosen some of this new found tension I was feeling.

"I wonder why Miss Y/N repeatedly falls asleep in class." I mused, intently examining the intricate designs crafted on the ceiling above. "Is she not getting enough rest? Is something bothering her."

"Though I always make the students work their hardest in class, I always make sure to never over-pressurize them with assignments because I know that they have families and personal activities to engage in." With a small chuckle, I lightly blew on my bangs. "I remember how stressful I found assignments to be when I was a student myself."

I straightened myself and leaned over the desk and let my fingers fold into a steeple under my chin with my head still deep in a turmoil of thoughts about Y/N. "So, it couldn't possibly be any of my work restraining her rest. Could it be perhaps, work from her other professors? Maybe I shall speak to them about the topic."

My fingers traced the creases on the cover of the book as I thought even deeper. "Miss Y/N had not always been so bad at Biology. In fact, she used to be exceptionally talented at the subject a few years back. Back when... I wasn't her professor."

Could it be?

"Is she failing because of me?" I pondered to myself.

I found myself wistfully staring off into the arched doorway, particularly the very path she had exited from. "I'll apologize to her before her next class starts." I firmly thought to myself before rising and adjusting my tie and striding over the cloak rack to fetch my black coat, draping it over my shoulder.

I made my way to the doorway with quick determined paces before something made me abruptly halt my steps. 

"Wait a moment." I said before looking over my shoulder and staring at Y/N's usual seat which was now empty as the rest. 

"Why am I so suddenly concerned over whether she's been sleeping alright?" I questioned myself with my brows furrowed in confusion. 

But I quickly brushed that thought from my mind. "I'm just simply concerned for her well-being because I don't want her interrupting my lessons again."

Yeah, that must be it. I tried to convince myself that but as I stepped into the bustling hallway my doubts over my own feelings for the girl heightened with every step I took.

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A/N: Part 2 straight ahead! Before you proceed, feel free to vote for this chapter if you're enjoying the story so far. :)