"I was not gonna say that. I can't just imagine it in the most horrific of my nightmares." He furrows his head a bit. "Wait a minute. Are you suggesting you kissed-"

"Uff no, please! I just felt I could feed the fire of your stupid thoughts by uttering nonsense-"

"I'm serious, Y/N. Where were you all this time?" He cuts me off, scowling.

"Like I said, I was at an extra class." I lie again, a little emboldened by having to repeat it.

"What extra class?"

"Creative writing. They decided to keep me in to practice for it. The English teacher wants me to participate in an inter-school contest." I finish my cooked-up story, which is half-true anyway.

He eyes me from head to toe, then sniffs again. "I have no reason to not believe you." He pauses. "But what about this perpetual male scent emanating from your body?"

"I really don't know how to explain your hallucinations, Tae. You know, I am not the dating type. I won't ever get a boy." I smile, before grabbing my clothes and entering the shower.

2021/01/26

8.45 AM

"Kim Y/N...could you come to the blackboard and show us the reaction of acid chlorides with organocadmium compounds?" He sits down on top of the teacher's table, getting a better view of our class, and fixes his eyes onto mine.

I stand up from my chair. "Sure, Mister Park." Thankfully I had revised the portions yesterday night.

I approach the blackboard and hold my palm out for the white piece of chalk. "Do I have to draw the diagrams as well?"

"Organic Chemistry is incomplete without drawing the diagrams of the mechanisms involved." He drops the chalk on my hand, without letting our skin make contact.

"Okay, Mister Park."

I finish the said work and glance at him for his approval. He nods his head in the affirmative before asking me a question for follow up. "What is the functional group of the product formed in the reaction with organometallics?"

"The ketonic functional group. Ketones are formed from the given reaction."

"Very well done, Y/N." He runs his hand through his thick, gorgeous blond hair before turning his attention to the rest of the class. "Learn from her, you stupid bunch of idiots." He chuckles before nodding at me again. "Go back to your seat, now."

He stands up, grabbing the chalk I had left at the edge of his table. "Now, class! I have a trick question for you. Anyone who thinks they can take up the challenge?"

The students start murmuring amongst themselves, obviously getting worked up with anticipation. A student sitting on one of the benches in the first row accepts the challenge.

"May I, Mister Park?" He shoots his hand up, rather excitedly.

"Why not?" The teacher gestures for him to come to the blackboard, a smirk plastered on the luscious lips that adorn his handsome face. "If you are able to answer the question correctly, I won't give you guys homework for a week. If you're not able to, then I will give you all a whole set of assignments that you will have to complete along with the regular homework."

The class gasps collectively. Muffled voices beseech him to answer correctly.

Mister Park turns to face the blackboard, a hand tucked in the pocket of his tight blue jeans while writing at the board with the other. He keeps the guy standing for a while as he draws a few diagrams of some compounds before turning to face him.

"Can you tell me which one of these four is an aromatic compound?"

The guy pretends to think for a while before replying, rather hastily. "Cyclopentane."

The teacher rolls his eyes. "Should I give him one more chance?" He looks at the sea of students in front of him; which is staring at him with large, pleading eyes.

"Please give him one more chance, Mister Park." A tiny, scared voice replies from the back of the class.

"Okay, granted." The teacher nods at the helpless guy who, by now, has turned quite nervous and fidgety. "Gave you another chance."

The boy speaks slowly this time. "Trioxane."

I sigh. Wrong answer, we are basically fucked now.

"Nah." Mister Park shakes his head. "You guys aren't doing the required revision, are you?" He speaks to all of us before chastising the boy. "The only admirable thing here is that you were audacious enough to volunteer without even knowing the answer. Hats off to your balls, bruh." He looks visibly irritated. Grabbing the white piece of limestone, he scribbles the answer, benzene, on the blackboard, as the bell rings signaling the end of the class.

"You all will get the first assignment in the email today." He looks at the boy, who is still standing there. "And you, you'll come to the next class of mine tomorrow with the proper explanation as to why the answer was benzene."

As soon as the teacher leaves the room a backbencher, shouts out to the guy who gave the wrong answer. "Meet me after school today, you son of the bitchy-est bitch to have ever existed on Earth! I will kick your balls."

"Yeah, because of him we will have to do extra work." A girl too echoes her disappointment.

The guy cowers behind the door to the room as the said boy's friends come to attack him.

4.27 PM

"Don't you think you are a little late today?" Yoongi stands up from his chair as soon as I enter his shop.

"Not much." I answer, a bit wearily, placing my backpack on the top of his desk.

"You are six minutes late."

"Gosh, you're too observant!" I exclaim before continuing with what I was saying. "We just got loaded with tons of extra homework."