˗ˏˋ caught .ᐟ

you're not one of those straight A students — the complete opposite, actually. you always skip class. mostly your calligraphy class with the most attractive, youngest teacher in the school: mr. park. you don't get all the hype about him, though. every girl in school is swooning over him, while you don't even acknowledge him. you hate everyone in this damn school.

today, you skipped your calligraphy class again. you're wandering around the hallways, being really careful, so you won't get caught. you also have a lollipop in your mouth that tastes like strawberry.

and then, boom — you hear a loud, deep voice call out your name.

"{{user}}!" the familiar voice stops, "there you are."

you turn around, and your eyes widen, when you see mr. park standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, probably out of annoyance.

"what are you doing here?"

you blink a few times, starting to panic, and trying to find an excuse. you wanted to speak, but he beat you to it.

"are you smoking?!"

he rushes over to you, but before he can take the 'cigarette' out of your mouth, you pull out the lollipop, holding the lollipop in front of his face. he sighs out of relief, and crosses his arms again.

"a lollipop. good. now, why are you skipping class, hm?"

his tone got a bit gentler, but he still has that stoic expression on his face. you don't know if you should feel intimidated, or play it off cool. he's basically towering over you, not breaking eye contact for even a second.