Professor Choi
*:･ﾟ✧ After telling your friends about your hot new psychology professor, one friend bets that you would never get him to hook up with you. You intend to prove her wrong.
warnings: mdni!!!! age gap (san 32, reader 21), dom!san, professor!san, student!reader a/n: tbh one of my first times writing one of these. be gentle.
Chapter One
Happy first day of school. Senior year was bound to be the longest year of your college life, as this was the last year you'd have before entering your adult life. When you can finally pick up your life from school and run away from it all and start your life anew. Of course, that's always been the dream, but best not to think about that right now. This year was only beginning.
Your roommate, Angie, was brushing her teeth lazily in the bathroom while you slicked your hair up into a bun atop your head, hairtie between your teeth as you brushed your scalp into the fists of hair you held back. Angie looked like she was just seconds from falling asleep right in the sink. You kicked her leg and she jolted awake, continuing her lazy brush strokes in her mouth.
You wrapped the hairtie into your hair, locking your bun in place. Just looking at Angie made a laugh bubble out of you. She glanced over at you, her eyebrows furrowed. "What?" she mumbled around the toothbrush moving slowly in her mouth.
"You don't really have to go to class today girl," you say. "You can always email them and say you don't feel good. Just go to your next one."
Angie all but rolled her eyes at you. She spat her toothpaste into the sink and rinsed out her mouth before turning her full body to you, a smidge of blue still staining the side of her mouth. "If I have to wake up this early for this class for the rest of the year, I might as well go to this one to set a good mood for it. I can't guarantee I'll wake up for it ever again after this."
You smiled at her. "I'll wake you up," you suggest.
She shoots daggers at you with her gaze. "That's a threat."
You hold up your palms in defense, spinning behind her to get out of the bathroom. You dig through your freshly folded clothes you'd just washed the day before in the laundry basket at the foot of your bed. Summer was ending, but it wasn't over just yet, meaning it was still a disgusting heat wave outside. Just because it was September didn't mean the weather was all that fall-like yet. You decided on a brown form-fitting tank top paired with a long white skirt.
After changing, you slipped on your Birks and slung your Trader Joe's tote over your shoulder before passing by the bathroom door a foot away from the front door to your dorm, you waved dramatically to Angie, who was splashing cold water on her face in the sink in an attempt to wake herself up.
"Text me when you get to class babe," you said, stepping out of the door. She just groaned in response. "Love you!" you cried before closing the door.
Your first class of the day was at 8 am. You were more of a morning person anyway, so it didn't bother you to have such an early morning class as much as it bothered Angie. Last semester, Angie's first class started at 4 pm and she didn't get out of classes until 9 pm some nights. You'd been a driving factor in convincing her to take some morning classes this semester, telling her how good it would be to get her classes out of the way in the mornings so she could have more time for herself at the end of the day, rather than her entire day only being that she went to school then went home and did it over and over again. You knew she craved more substance in her day-to-day life than what she had been getting.
On your way to your first class, Social Psychology, you blasted Pyramids by Frank Ocean through your over-ear headphones. There weren't many people up and going to classes so early in the morning, so you didn't have many people to walk through to get inside the building. at 7:55, you finally found room 110. It wasn't super packed, but it was still surprisingly difficult to find a seat. There were more people in this class than you were expecting, seeing as most of the other classes you'd taken that started so early tended to have only a handful of kids in it. You finally found a seat, though unfortunately in the first row. You settled your things down and powered down your headphones, setting them on the corner of the table.
The professor was already in the room. He was a broad-shouldered man, but that's all you could really see about him. He was facing the white board at the front of the room, his back to the students lined up in the room behind him. He wore a dark gray suit jacket, paired with a matching shade of slacks, shiny black dress shoes planted on the floor. His short black hair was slicked back, and, as far as you could tell, he was ripped as fuck. His arms were fucking huge.
After dotting the final sentence he wrote on the board, he looked down and checked his flashy silver watch for the time which had read 8 on the dot. When he turned around to face the class before him, your breath caught in your throat. This man was actually gorgeous. His chiseled face looked like it could be a statue. A pair of clear frames sat atop his nose, and through them the sharpest black eyes you'd ever seen swiped across the room at the bodies filling up almost every seat. His white button up was only unbuttoned at the very top, revealing just a sliver of his honey skin, and you indulged your gaze in every bit of it you got. You felt drool pooling in your mouth.
"Welcome," the professor said, "to Social Psychology. I'll be the familiar face you see in here every Monday and Wednesday at 8 am, Professor Choi San. Please call me Professor Choi. I hope you can all wake up for this the entire semester, because what you learn in here prepares you for what the real world is gonna hit you with."
You were listening the best you could. Really, you were. But god was it difficult when he was genuinely stunning. You just couldn't stop looking, devouring every bit of him with your eyes.
And a huge chunk of the class went by like that for you. He didn't keep you for very long, just about a half hour to tell you about the syllabus, what you could expect from this class throughout the semester, and running through what you should be getting in terms of textbooks and school supplies.
"I know I still technically have almost another hour left of class time, but I don't really have much else for you today. We'll be starting our first lecture on Wednesday, so I'll let you breathe until then. You're free to go," Professor Choi said with a dimpled smile. You could've exploded. He waved his hands to shoo us out of the room as he took a seat at the desk in the far corner, his eyes already focusing on the glowing blue screen of his open laptop.
You gathered up your belongings and swung out of your chair, rubbing the red mark your fingers definitely left on your cheek as you sat and drooled over your professor while he was talking. You were one of the last people exiting the room, but before you stepped out of the open door, you peered over your shoulder to chance one last look at Professor Choi before you wouldn't see him for another two days. And when you'd looked away, he stole a glance at you before you left, too.
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That night, the girls gathered in yours and Angie's dorm to talk about first impressions of your professors, classes, the people in those classes, and the like. The girls in question were you, Angie, Brooke, and Mia. You and Angie had been friends since your senior year of high school, and you'd met Brooke and Mia in sophomore year at world's worst frat party. You and Mia had met when she spilled her entire Surfside all over you and you laughed your ass off. Brooke had been one of Mia's friends, and you'd introduced Mia to Angie. Eventually, you grew to be a very tight-knit group of people. However, there was a strange energy between you and Brooke. Sometimes it feels like Brooke genuinely hates you. You don't know what you ever did to her, but there's always been an unspoken tension between the two of you that's made you feel like there's something about you she doesn't like. You try to ignore it.
You all sit in the middle of the floor on a Minecraft crafting table rug Angie had bought over the summer and thought was the greatest thing in the world. Mia picked at it with her nails. You're not fully engrossed in the conversation in the moment, choosing to look down and pluck a piece of the rug fabric beneath you. Angie elbows you. "Tell them about your psychology professor," she suggests, motioning to Mia and Brooke who sat intently.
You laughed at her, thinking about how when you'd both come home from your classes for the day at 4 pm, you gushed about Professor Choi, expressing all of the explicit, pornographic things you wanted him to do to you. You focused your attention now on Mia and Brooke. "So, his name is Professor Choi. His name is San, but he prefers Professor Choi. But he's hot as fuck guys. Like, I'm not even kidding, he looks like he was made out of marble."
"Damn," Mia says, twisting a strand of her long curly hair between her fingers. "Is he the first hot prof you've ever had?"
"I've definitely had some in the past, but this man is just actually gorgeous." You take your fingernail between your teeth. "Like, I would so fuck him."
Brooke's head tilted at you when you said this. "No the fuck you wouldn't," she said, like it was a matter of fact.
You found her eyes. Something was hanging in the air, and you were going to jump up and catch it. "You don't think so?" you challenged.
Brooke shook her head. "I don't think he'd fuck you," she said. "He wouldn't hook up with a student."
"And how do you know?" you said, resting your elbow on your knee, propping your head up on your palm.
"Because Professor Choi is literally known for being fine as hell. People take his class just to have him as a professor, not even because they need to take the class. But he's never fucked a student, and I don't think he would. He wouldn't give his career up for it." Brooke eyed you up and down before adding, "Plus, I just don't think he would fuck you."
You held a scoff inside your throat. You only cocked your head at her and said, "You wanna bet on it?"
She furrowed her brows. "For real?" she asked, to which you nodded in finality.
"I bet I can hook up with San before this school year ends," you say. Angie widens her eyes at you, and Mia claps excitedly.
"And if you don't?" Brooke said, annoyance dripping from her tongue.
"You tell me," you said, crossing your arms over your chest, allowing her the floor.
Brooke never broke your gaze as she searched for what she wanted if she were to win the bet you'd proposed. And then, I guess she found it. "If you lose," she said, "you wear nothing under your graduation gown, and walk the stage fully nude when you accept your diploma."
Angie interrupted, "Okay, this is a little much, are we serious about this?" It sounded like she was getting worried. You couldn't blame her. This was definitely serious.
You extended your hand toward Brooke, holding it between the two of you. "Deal," you said, and you shook on it.
a/n: AHHHHHHHH omg expect so much more from this pls pls pls this was just an intro to everything and the whole story but just waiiiiiiiiiiit