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“Isn’t the teacher hot?”
Gahyeon groaned, head turning to look at the boy sat next to her who was eyeing their teacher with a cheeky grin on his face. She set her pen down, having finished jotting Biology II across the top of her lime green notebook for the new semester. Her eyes trailed over to the teacher, whose back was turned away from the class as she wrote out her name, Professor Lee, in large, block letters on the chalk board.
Long legs, sleek black hair, and a nice ass, Gahyeon definitely wouldn’t say the boy was wrong, but she also wondered why he had to be so blunt about it.
“God what I wouldn’t give to…” the boy trailed off, resting his chin on his folded arms as he continued to ogle the woman across the room.
Gahyeon rolled her eyes, raising her brow at the kid next to her daydreaming about God knows what. Gahyeon knew she was rather mature for her age, twenty to be specific, and that boys tended to be, well, boys, but she had thought getting to college would mean the opposite sex would be a little easier to handle being around. That was clearly a foolish thought, Gahyeon had come to realize as she had now finished a complete year of college and was starting her second. Many of the boys were somehow even less tolerable than the ones in high school, or maybe they were just bolder now, more brash, and less worried about making a bad impression. She recalled the drunken frat boys she was often surrounded by at parties and shuddered slightly, nose crinkling in distaste at the thought.
“Dude, she’s totally out of your league,” a blonde boy next to the creep sat beside Gahyeon exclaimed, nodding his head in their professor’s direction, who was now facing the class, rifling through some papers at her desk. “Plus, she’s probably like thirty or something!”
“Whatever,” the boy grumbled, shoving the blonde’s shoulder with his own.
Gahyeon bit back a giggle as she eyed the pair, noting that at least one of them had some sense. The woman was out of his league, and the other boy’s as well. Actually, Gahyeon thought Professor Lee was out of everyone’s league, including her own, but that was another conversation entirely.
Class began shortly after, with Professor Lee taking attendance and going over the syllabus.
“This semester will be lab heavy,” the Professor paused at the muttered groans of her students, “and I will be assigning you all lab groups today.”
Gahyeon perked up at that, straightening in her chair as she glanced around at her peers. In a class like this, your group could make or break your final grade. And seeing as Gahyeon needed to keep her 4.0 intact, she didn’t want to be paired up with anyone not willing to work for it.
The Professor pulled out the class list once more, scanning it briefly as she started jotting the names down into groupings of four, as was standard for scientific courses. Once finished, the Professor smiled at the class, eyes locking with Gahyeon’s for a brief moment before casually moving to scan the rest of the room.
“Alright, once you get your groups please move to sit by them. We won’t be doing any lecturing today, so I’ll give you all the rest of class time to get to know your groups.”
“Psst,” the boy next to Gahyeon whispered, trying to gain her attention, “who do you reckon will be in your group?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, looking at the boy, eyebrows knitting together as she studied his face. The boy was…charming…she admitted reluctantly to herself, and Gahyeon prayed that the Professor wouldn’t place him in her group. Gahyeon didn’t know if she could take fifteen weeks of comments about how hot –
“And Lee Gahyeon!”
Gahyeon’s name being called jolted her from her thoughts, her body facing forwards to look at the Professor, who staring back at her.
Movement from the boy next to her, who had collected his things and was moving to the front of the room, broke Gahyeon from her trance. She haphazardly collected her notebook and pens from the desk, lifting her bag over her shoulder as she went to stand by the three boys who she assumed must be her new group.
“So you’re Gahyeon, huh?” Her seatmate from earlier stuck his hand out, introducing himself as Jeon Jungkook.
“Nice to meet you,” Gahyeon nodded her head in his direction, ignoring the outstretched hand, as she turned to look at her other two group members. One was the boy who had called Jungkook out on his comments about the professor earlier, and the other was a boy dressed head to toe in black, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
Gahyeon couldn’t stop the sigh that passed her lips as she took in her lab group for this semester. Two of the three had already gotten on her nerves, talking about girls and then the professor nonstop ever since class had started. And the other boy, the one whose name she hadn’t gotten yet, she knew from previous classes she had shared with him. He was a C average student at best, rarely showing up to class and constantly sleeping when he did. How he had returned for a second year at their university was anyone’s guess.
This had to be a joke. A sick, cruel joke. She eyed the professor, who had finished assigning the rest of the groups and was now making her way over to them.
“Satisfied with your group?” Professor Lee asked. Gahyeon had buried her head in her notebook, ignoring the professor entirely, but she didn’t have to be looking at the woman to be able to tell there was a satisfied smirk plastered across her face. A mumbling of agreeances from the three boys seemed to pacify the woman, who asked the students if they had any questions about the syllabus or needed anything.
Once Professor Lee had answered several questions from Jungkook, a few of which were border lining on inappropriate, she made her way over to the other groups, checking in on each of them as well.
“I think I’m in love,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. It was quiet enough for the professor not to hear, but still loud enough for Gahyeon to register, causing her to roll her eyes at the boy’s dramatics.
“Gross.” The word passed her lips before she could stop herself, and Gahyeon instantly flinched, glancing over at the boy who was now openly laughing as he shook his head at her.
“And why is that, sweet cheeks? Wishing my attention was on you instead?” Jungkook trailed off, slinging his arm over the back of Gahyeon’s chair as he winked flirtatiously at her.
“Nope,” Gahyeon replied quickly, instinctually leaning forward in her chair to ensure his arm never had the chance to make contact with her back. She turned in her chair slightly, giving the boy another once over before letting a deep breath out through her flared nostrils.
“Aw, come on – ”
“Just forget I said anything,” Gahyeon butted in, cutting the boy off midsentence as she shot a nervous glance at Professor Lee, who seemed to be utterly immersed in a conversation with another group. She took a moment to study the members of that group, two of which she knew from seeing their faces plastered towards the top of honor roll each of the past two semesters, seated right below Gahyeon’s own picture. Why couldn’t that have been my group?
Jungkook awkwardly pulled his arm back towards his own lap, muttering a quiet whatever under his breath before turning his attention towards their other groupmates.
The rest of class passed by in relative silence on Gahyeon’s part. Each member shared their contact info, with Gahyeon repeatedly insisting they stick to emails – to maintain a sense of professionalism – while Jungkook tried and failed to coax Gahyeon’s cell number from her. And after that they parted ways, Gahyeon heading to her second and final class of the day. As she exited the classroom she felt eyes watching her, and Gahyeon couldn’t help the small, satisfied smirk that crept over her features, letting her hips sway with a little more freedom as she practically skipped to her next lecture.
No more than three hours later and Gahyeon was pulling her sporty convertible into her driveway, body humming with excitement as she spotted the black Mercedes sitting in its usual spot of their garage. She quickly unbuckled, flinging her car door open as she leapt out of her car, leaving her already forgotten book bag in its place on her passenger seat.
As she entered the house, her eyes scanned the room frantically, frown forming as she couldn’t find the object of her desires.
“In the kitchen!” The low, raspy voice she loved called from across the apartment, and Gahyeon was quick to make her way to the source of said voice. “Hey, baby girl,” Siyeon cooed as she turned to look at Gahyeon over her shoulder, attention focused on the dinner she was currently preparing.
“Hi, Mistress!” Gahyeon greeted back, crossing the kitchen to wrap her arms around Siyeon’s waist, burying her head against the taller woman’s shoulder.
“How were your classes?” Siyeon asked, voice teasing and dripping with sarcasm, basically begging Gahyeon to crack.
And Gahyeon, never one to shy away from an opportunity to be a brat, pulled away from Siyeon, giving the other woman a playful swat on the shoulder. “Terrible, as I’m sure you’re aware…”
Siyeon let out an amused chuckle, quickly shutting off the stove before turning on her heels to face the sub. Their height difference was even more apparent in a position like this, with Gahyeon staring up at Siyeon, arms crossed and wearing a dissatisfied pout, while Siyeon looked down at her with a quirked brow.
“Oh?” Siyeon asked, bringing a hand to move the strands of hair that had fallen across Gahyeon’s face.
“You’re so mean, Mistress,” Gahyeon whined, eyes rolling despite knowing better. The hand playing with her hair was quick to move towards her chin, using enough force to lift Gahyeon’s chin so her eyes met Siyeon’s.
“Is that attitude I hear…and see?” Siyeon’s words were clipped, firm enough to let Gahyeon know not to push it much farther, but still light enough to let Gahyeon know she wasn’t in trouble…at least not yet.
“No, Mistress,” Gahyeon shook her head lightly, “just frustrations about my lab group. The one you put me in.”
“I see,” Siyeon replied slowly, the smirk from earlier returning, “and what is wrong with your group? They seem like fine gentlemen – ”
Gahyeon scoffed slightly, but quickly silenced herself, realizing Siyeon hadn’t finished speaking.
“And one of them even seemed to have taken a liking to you,” Siyeon finished smugly, wrapping her arms tightly around the smaller girl’s waist. Gahyeon studied Siyeon for a few moments, and it was impossible to miss the hint of jealousy that was breaking through her playful demeanor. Gahyeon sighed, pulling from Siyeon’s hold so she could drop to her knees in front of her.
“You know I only want you, Mistress,” Gahyeon began, giving the woman her best puppy dog eyes, “besides, he has eyes for half the school, you included!” Gahyeon giggled as she stared up at Siyeon, eyes turning into little crescents as she gazed lovingly at her. Siyeon reached down to cup Gahyeon’s cheek affectionately, rubbing her thumb across her chin as she smiled down at the girl.
“I know, beautiful,” Siyeon murmured down at Gahyeon, patting the sub’s head once before lifting Gahyeon to her feet. “And what do you mean ‘even me?’” Siyeon asked incredulously as she cradled Gahyeon in her arms, taking the pair over to the couch in the living room where she plopped down. Gahyeon was quick to adjust, squirming until she was sprawled across Siyeon’s lap, her head resting comfortably against Siyeon’s chest.
“He thought you were so hot,” Gahyeon mumbled into Siyeon’s shirt, fists clutching her Mistress’s sweater possessively, and this time, it was Gahyeon’s voice who seeped with jealousy.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, and if I have to hear one more comment from him about you I might smack him,” Gahyeon exclaimed, only half-joking as she lifted her head to glare at Siyeon.
“No, you won’t, baby. You’re too soft,” Siyeon murmured, leaning in for a chaste peck, which Gahyeon reciprocated whole-heartedly. “Also, think of it like this: you have me, not him. And you have me wrapped around your pretty little finger, don’t you?”
Gahyeon just nodded at Siyeon’s words, well-aware that despite their formal roles, Siyeon adored Gahyeon and would do absolutely anything for her, even if it blurred the line between dom and sub a bit too much for traditionalists liking. The pair fell silent for a few moments, staring at one another, before a wide grin plastered over Siyeon’s face and Gahyeon let out a light giggle.
“And beautiful,” Siyeon began, face morphing into a serious look, “I know I was a little ruthless with your lab assignments, but I know my girl likes a challenge…and quite frankly, I think I’m going to love watching you get all annoyed and frustrated during every class with those boys.”
Gahyeon hummed at Siyeon’s musings, head shaking as she let Siyeon know it was okay. She had dealt with similar circumstances in a class before and managed just fine.
“Plus, think of the rewards I’ll give you if you still manage to finish my course with an A, baby?”
“Like what?” Gahyeon asked giddily, eyes widening like a puppy at the mere mention of one of her favorite words, reward.
Siyeon paused, hand raking through Gahyeon’s hair as she pretended to give the question some thought. “How about anything you want baby girl – no restrictions!”
“You promise?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Siyeon agreed, reaching out her pinky for the younger girl, which Gahyeon was quick to snatch up with her own little finger, sealing the promise.
“You’re going to regret that offer, Mistress,” Gahyeon replied smugly, eyes glinting mischievously as she snuggled back into the other woman’s embrace.
“Oh, I’m sure I will, Gahyeonie,” Siyeon chuckled in amusement, dropping a quick kiss atop Gahyeon’s head, “I’m sure I will…”