The Coming War for the North, Part 3: The Battle of the Bastards
To see the previous installments of this series, part 1 and part 2 are available to read here and here, respectively.
The idea that Jon and Ramsay would fight has been around for a while, even before the TV show. There are a lot of signs pointing to a similar confrontation in the books, but how it unfolds might be a little different from the show. In this final section, I'll get right down to business on this final battle for Winterfell, and the purpose and themes this plot line.
Two Snows & Winterfell
Jon and Ramsay are two very different, and somewhat very similar characters. Throughout ADWD Jon has letters sent by Ramsay detailing events transpiring in the North, including the retaking of Moat Cailin, and the marriage of Arya Stark (really Jeyne Poole) to the newly legitimized Ramsay Bolton. Stannis also begins his campaign to take the North, and sends letters to Jon detailing his movements and what he is doing. When confronted by Melisandre, Jon learns that Mance Rayder was actually Rattleshirt in magic disguise, and Rattleshirt is actually Mance in magic disguise, and with Melisandre's nudging, agrees to send Mance and six spearwives to rescue Arya from Winterfell.
Then Ramsay sends the pink letter and tells Jon that he defeated Stannis, has captured Mance, and demands Stannis's family and allies or he will attack the Night's Watch. Don't forget that Jon is the one who started this, not Ramsay. He was the instigator, helping Stannis and taking Arya away from Ramsay. Not to say Ramsay is in the right here morally (quite the opposite), but Jon did break his vows for this to happen, and he wasn't really on Ramsay's radar until this happened. Thus, ADWD has set up a rivalry between the two. However, the two characters have a lot in common to be set up as foils to each other.
Both are bastards of a very prominent noble lord of the North. Both resent their bastard status and yearn for approval to be a trueborn member of their House. And both want Winterfell. Ramsay already has Winterfell and is declared the Lord of Winterfell, while Jon nearly took Stannis's offer to be Lord of Winterfell, before rejecting it to keep his vows to the Night's Watch, while still yearning to have Winterfell. However, from there, they are complete opposites.
Ramsay is a demon in human skin, a sadistic serial killer and rapist who enjoys torture and murder, and has no regard for the laws of men. Meanwhile, Jon, as raised by Ned, is a noble and honourable person who tries his best to keep his oath and honour intact (although he does forsake it at the end of ADWD). In the season 4 DVD extras for Game of Thrones, GRRM himself even talks about this.
The relationship between Roose and Ramsay is, in some ways, a dark counterpoint to the relation between Ned Stark and Jon Snow. In both cases, a noble father with a bastard son. Jon and Ramsay are literally the opposite to each other. Jon is very noble and honorable. And Ramsay is none of those things. Roose himself is a cold and calculating man. A dispassionate man. "I placed far too much trust in you." But their treatment of the bastard son is very different. Ned keeps Jon Snow at Winterfell and he's raised with Robb and Bran. For all practical purposes, he is one of Ned's sons. Ramsay gets nothing from Roose.
Given the fact we have good build up between a rivalry between them, and that they are foils of each other, a confrontation between the two seems very likely. And even more so when you look both at the past history and at ADWD. The Stark-Bolton rivalry is the longest and most prominent feud in the North, supposedly dating back to the Long Night. Numerous wars were fought between the Red Kings from the Dreadfort and the Kings of Winter from Winterfell, some of them ending in Bolton victory. At least twice, two Bolton kings (both named Royce) took and burnt Winterfell (and it happened a third time in ACOK when Ramsay did it). The Boltons also were alleged to have flayed and worn the skins of Stark princes as cloaks.
In a way, this rivalry is a very dark, yet still grounded fantasy version of werwolves and vampires. There are quite a lot of stories including werewolves and vampires that have the two be natural enemies, with feuds that go back centuries sometimes. Of course, both the Starks and Boltons take on very clear roles as werewolves and vampires. Starks have warg blood in them (even if not all of them were wargs), and many of them have dreams at night of being a wolf and rampaging around, which sounds very much like old werewolf legends. The Boltons being vampires, on the other hand, is less magical and more implied.
The Boltons have this unearthly, sinister feel and look to them that makes them appear somewhat inhuman, with pale eyes variously described as dirty chips of ice or pale moons, and a look about themselves that is similar to some descriptions of vampires. Then of course there is the Dreadfort, a spooky old castle ruled by a very spooky and yet somewhat cultured man (Dracula anyone)? Then of course we have all the very creepy images of Boltons flaying people, and Ramsay sometimes writing using human blood as ink.
Basically, what I'm saying is that ASOIAF has done what Twilight did but better.
To go back to the future, it makes thematic and narrative sense for the Starks to retake Winterfell from their ancient nemesis. The rivalry began between a Stark and a Bolton, and will end with a Stark bastard and a Bolton bastard, fighting over dominance of the North and of Winterfell.
The Battle of the Bastards
At first glance, it seems like it's a no brainer for how this battle will unfold. Ramsay is gonna lose a lot of support, and Jon will have all the support and completely demolish Ramsay. However, while I do think it will end in victory for Jon (and not without outside help), I think that both are going to be in rather desperate positions, Jon maybe more so.
After Jon's resurrection, there is no question in my mind that he is going to head south. Those were his last thoughts and actions as he died, similar to how Catelyn killing a Frey and her grief of losing her family was the last action and thought before she died, and Beric protecting the smallfolk from the Mountain was his last act before dying. Given the strong implication he is inside Ghost, coming back, we should expect a darker, different Jon, one who doesn't give a shit, is more violent, and more determined. Of course, if he is to retake Winterfell, he should need support.
Fortunately, right before he died, he got all the free folk to cheer for him and agree to join him. Mix those free folk with the giants and mammoths that were recently let past Eastwatch, and he might have a formidable force. However, of the 4,119 or so free folk that are currently south of the Wall, not all of them are fighters. If we take the estimate for 20,000 warriors and 100,000 free folk in total, then we should expect around 820+ free folk capable of fighting. Not a lot. He will need some outside help. Of course, there is already set up for that in ADWD, when he marries Alys Karstark to Magnar Sigorn of Thenn.
He tells a captive Cregan Karstark to send word to his relatives at Karhold and yield to prevent their deaths, but Cregan stubbornly refuses. Alys believes Karhold will open their gates to her, and Alys is thankful for Jon Snow providing her refuge at the Wall and a marriage to get out of an even worse one she did not want. The strength of Karhold may not be the best, but it seems very likely for Karhold to join Jon and his cause, under the banners of Alys.
As for the other houses of the North, I don't expect much more support. Think about how Jon will look to the Northmen. He is a bastard, and those are already quite condemned throughout the North (and Westeros in general). He broke his vows by leaving the Night's Watch, and since the North takes vows and oaths and honour much more seriously than the rest of Westeros, being an oathbreaker who abandoned the Wall is not going to make him popular. And finally, he is leading a band of wildlings south. The North despises the free folk, thinking of them as savages, thanks to centuries of conflict with them. So the picture of Jon painted as an oathbreaking wildling bastard is going to be a major problem for him. At worst, he would be viewed just as evil and treacherous as Ramsay, the other prominent bastard in the North.
In fact, even if Ramsay loses a lot of support from his own actions (more later), he could use this to his advantage. At best, the northerns who hate Jon will remain neutral in the conflict, but at worst, they might even ally with the Boltons. The clansmen have a deep hatred of House Bolton, but they also have a very deep hatred of the free folk, so they may actually remain neutral. The Umbers are another House that deals frequently with wildlings, and many years prior, Crowfood lost his daughter to wildlings raiding south of the Wall. So instead of Jon's presence invigorating the Umbers to fight against Ramsay, their own vehement hatred of the wildlings might lead them to simply stick with Ramsay.
However, that isn't to say everything will go swimmingly for Ramsay. Their hold on the North is tentative, and if Ramsay kills Roose and Walda and their child, it could become even more unstable. For one, Lady Barbrey Dustin isn't loyal to the Boltons, but instead loyal to Roose. Her sister was the former wife of Roose, and Domeric was her nephew, so Lady Dustin has reason to be on friendly terms with Roose. On the other hand, she despises Ramsay, blaming him for Domeric's death, and not even allowing him to step foot in Barrow Hall because of it. In turn, Ramsay also holds her in contempt.
"It should have been you who threw the feast, to welcome me back," Ramsay complained, "and it should have been in Barrow Hall, not this pisspot of a castle."
"Barrow Hall and its kitchens are not mine to dispose of," his father said mildly. "I am only a guest there. The castle and the town belong to Lady Dustin, and she cannot abide you."
Ramsay's face darkened. "If I cut off her teats and feed them to my girls, will she abide me then? Will she abide me if I strip off her skin to make myself a pair of boots?"
"Unlikely. And those boots would come dear. They would cost us Barrowton, House Dustin, and the Ryswells."
If Roose dies, not only would Lady Dustin probably suspect Ramsay, but she would simply not follow Ramsay. So already, just by becoming Warden of the North and Lord of the Dreadfort, Ramsay would lose the Dustins and the Ryswells. Of course, since Lady Dustin does have a grievance with the Starks because Ned never brought her husband home from Dorne, I think she would probably remain neutral in the conflict.
Other houses might leave Ramsay too. Some might stay simply out of fear of retaliation for betrayal. It will depend on the House, their head, their own needs and goals, etc. As for the actual battle itself, who knows what will happen. However, I do think that Ramsay will likely try to lure Jon into some sort of trap rather than give him a direct face to face confrontation. There is also very interesting foreshadowing and even direct confirmation that the battle is going to be possibly more magical than we might believe it to be. Not only are there giants and mammoths... in the final script GRRM wrote for the show, he put in this note:
[N.B. A note for future reference. A season or two down the line Ramsay’s pack of wolfhounds are going to be sent against the Stark direwolves, so we should build up the dogs as much as possible in this and subsequent episodes.]
So the hounds are going to fight the Stark direwolves... wait, direwoves? Not direwolf? Curious...
The Pack Survives
I purposefully avoided the other factions of the North there, because the heart of the conflict will be Ramsay vs. Jon. But Jon won't be alone, at least not entirely. There is Rickon, who is to be touted as the Lord of Winterfell by the Manderlys so they can support Stannis. He isn't even the only Stark who could join in. Sansa is in the Vale under the guise of Alayne Stone. Arya keeps warging into Nymeria, who leads a massive pack of hundreds of wolves throughout the Riverlands. Bran is training his demigod greenseeing powers beyond the Wall with Bloodraven and is definitely manipulating events far south of the Wall.
So, the plural of direwolves makes me think Ghost won't be the only Stark direwolf fighting against Ramsay. We could get Nymeria's wolf pack joining as well, and Shaggydog, or even Summer (if Bran is in the North at this time that is). In fact, the idea that Ramsay will fight against Rickon is something that is heavily hinted at in ADWD.
The next litter to come out of the Dreadfort's kennels would include a Kyra, Reek did not doubt. "He's trained 'em to kill wolves as well," Ben Bones had confided. Reek said nothing. He knew which wolves the girls were meant to kill, but he had no wish to watch the girls fighting over his severed toe.
And then, more directly...
"Stark's little wolflings are dead," said Ramsay, sloshing some more ale into his cup, "and they'll stay dead. Let them show their ugly faces, and my girls will rip those wolves of theirs to pieces. The sooner they turn up, the sooner I kill them again."
Ramsay may be impulsive and unaware of intricate politics, but he seems prepared for what to do should Bran or Rickon show themselves again. This makes me worried for Rickon, honestly. Will Ramsay capture Rickon and keep him prisoner as hold over Jon Snow? Will he kill Rickon like he did in the show? I really, really hope not, but I'm afraid that's exactly what will happen.
There is a line that Ned spoke in AGOT that George says will eventually be very important, that I think perfectly applies to this situation.
"When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."
Ned speaks to Arya about this in King's Landing, to get her to understand that the Starks should not fight one another in times of danger, or be isolated from each other, but look after one another, protect each other. Winter has now come, the snows are falling and the white winds are blowing. Who is the lone wolf in this scenario? While Jon certainly fits the bill (he literally is a lone wolf, it's very clear at the end of ADWD he was prepared to ride to Winterfell all by himself until he got the wildlings to his side), I think Rickon could too.
Rickon is very isolated from everyone else, even when he was at Winterfell. He was only 4 years old, and didn't understand why everyone was leaving him. Given the plan to use Rickon as a pawn to reinstall Stark rule of the North being something we can cheer for and expect to happen, I don't think it will happen. Rickon, the lone wolf, will be used to try to depose Ramsay, but it won't go well, and he will die because of it.
Jon will probably find himself in a bad position in battle too, and very nearly die as the lone wolf... but now that winter is here, and everyone is starting to converge on Winterfell at some point, I think that it won't be Jon who ultimately retakes Winterfell: it will be all the Starks. Sansa may be in the Vale, but Littlefinger plans to use her to take Winterfell back at some point (even if it won't go exactly to plan).
"When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright."
Arya is having a lot of wolf dreams as Nymeria, and GRRM has said that her wolf pack will one day be used as a Chekov's gun. Bran may be far away, but he is getting more powerful and beginning to influence events as far south as Winterfell. The pack comes together to survive in winter, to help Jon and the North by defeating their enemies.
So as Jon fights against the bastard he so deeply despises, it won't just be him. It'll be the Knights of the Vale, led by Sansa. It'll be Nymeria and her wolf pack, piloted by Arya. It'll be Bran, skinchanging into whatever is around. TWOW may end up being the darkest book in the series, and the retaking of Winterfell won't be as glorious as we imagine or even as I spelt it out (Rickon's death and the perception the North has of Jon should play very big roles in making it not entirely happy), but this will be maybe one of our only moment of deserved catharsis we might get from it.
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I Hate History
Author: bvidzsoo
Warning: light swearing, smut
Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader
Word count: 5, 925
Summary: You always hated history. Maybe because your previous teacher was a nightmare, you weren’t sure….One day, a very hot and young teacher introduces himself as Park Chanyeol, your new History teacher. In some ways you’re glad that you have a hot teacher, but you also find him weird. Things turn out diferently when you have to make a project with him.
A/N: Hello, everyone! I’m back with a one-shot, this time Park Chanyeol. I was planning to post this on my birthday, but it’s past midnight in my country, meaning that it’s already 1st of October…but that doesn’t matter, this still is my birthday present to all of you reading this! Excuse my shity smut, y’all know this is my second time writing it…I swore I won’t do it againt…but Chanyeol tends to make my fantasy go wild…I hope you enjoy!
The class was a mess. But, when was I someone to care about that? I was the one laughing loudly, while sitting on top of my desk, blasting music on my phone. No one minded though, why? Because Mrs. Kwan aka our History teacher is finally gone. I have no idea what happened to her, pregnant? Got tired of teaching, maybe dead? It doesn’t matter, the whole class was celebrating, because she was the worst teacher we had. She was pretty old, her voice high pitched, her teeth almost falling out of her mouth. Her hair was an ugly black combined with white and she always wore it in a bun at the top of her head. Her eyes always looked hallow, honestly…she looked like a living corpse, just thinking about her gives me goosebumps.
“Hey, Y/N” Kyungsoo, my friend threw a paper plane at my face “Change the songs, this one is becoming boring.”
“Yes, sir!” I made a saluting movement and changed the song. But guess which song was next? Wolf by EXO, our jam.
“Yo, Soo!” I exclaimed right when the song was starting.
“Oh, our jam!” Rose, our other friend exclaimed.
“Chogiwa!” We screamed at the top of our lungs, laughing loudly after it. We did this always when we were listening to this song. Out of the blue, the class quieted down, the song playing loudly. Someone cleared its throat behind me and I slowly turned around. A tall guy, very tall, with brown messy hair and round glasses on his nose was looking at me with raised eyebrows. I stopped the music while getting off the table, and taking a seat near Rose.
“Substitute teacher?” Yixing asked from behind.
“Guess we are about to find out.” Rose shrugged, I rested my chin in my palm bored.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Park Chanyeol and I’m your new History teacher.” God damn, his voice was hella deep. He scanned the crowd and his eyes stopped on me “Please, the girl with the music. I’d like you to present yourself.”
I stood up slowly, “My name is Y/N.”
“I see, Y/N. Tell me what you like about history.” He said with a small smile, more like a challenging one.
“Ugh—“ I glanced at Rose, you see…the problem is I hate History, but I can’t really tell him that “A few things, like—you know, all the people I learn about and—yeah, History is interesting.”
“Oh, I see.” A smirk appeared on his face, he adjusted his glasses “Tell me about a personality that impressed you and still does.” Okay, what the fuck? I’m starting to think he’s worst than Mrs. Kwan.
“Well—“ No one really impresses me, really “Dracula.”
“Dracula?” He asked clearly surprised, wasn’t expecting that right Mr. Park? “What impressed you about Dracula?”
“Well—he’s cool. I mean, everyone was afraid of him, there were clear rules you had to keep in his country. He was powerful and no one dared to mess with him.” I quickly thought of saying something.
“I see, you like things rough…” Um, what? I raised an eyebrow at him, but whit a smile he continued like he said nothing “Sit down, who would like to be next?”
A few hands rose in the air, I looked at Rose with a frown.
“He’s hot.” She whispered with a smirk.
“I don’t know—okay, I mean he is but he’s weird.” I glanced at the teacher who was closely listening to the student talking, but out of the corner of his eyes he looked at me. Creepy.
“He seems fine—“
“He’s cool.” Yixing whispered from behind with a smirk.
“You think everyone is cool.” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes.
“I don’t, but he seems nice.” Yixing fired back with a small glare at Kyungsoo.
“Of course, Yixing.” Rose patted Yixing’s arm with a chuckle.
The four of us entered the cafeteria and I quickly ran towards an empty table but right when I slammed my bag on it, a plate was placed on it as well. This was our place, everyone knows so who’s—
“Y/N.” Mr. Park smiled at me.
“Mr. Park.” I answered with a sigh.
“You were going to sit here, right?” He sat down.
“Well, I’ll look for an other table, don’t worry.” I said while scrunching my nose.
“Oh, we can share the table, there’s plenty space.” He looked at the empty place beside him.
“Yeah, I’ll just look for a table, my friends are probably waiting for me by now. Enjoy your lunch.” I flung the bag over my shoulder.
“Alright, as you wish…if you need me, don’t hesitate to look for me.” He winked at me and I walked away with a grimace on my face, seriously what the hell is his problem?
I waved at Rose, who instructed the boys towards the table I was sitting at.
“Why are you sitting here?” Kyungsoo asked sitting down.
“Our table is taken.” I rolled my eyes as I opened my lunch box.
“By?” Rose asked taking a bite of her sandwich. Me, being so clumsy nearly ripped apart my chopstick but Yixing was so nice that he took it from me and did it for me.
“Why are you eating with those chopsticks again?” Kyungsoo sassed.
“Because mom didn’t pack for me so I had to take this shitty chopstick from here.” I sighed and took a bite of my lunch.
“You are so lazy.” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes.
“And? Being lazy is comfortable.” I shrugged.
“But you won’t achieve anything like that.”
“Hey, I’m in high school with pretty high grades, except for History, so shut up. I get to be lazy for working so hard.” I pocked Kyungsoo with my chopstick and he sighed.
“Of course, always attacking me with the chopsticks.”
“I can attack with my bare hands too.”
“Will you shut up? Yixing and I are trying to enjoy our lunch for once.” Rose threw us dirty looks, while Yixing nodded along.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kyungsoo mumbled and I continued eating, while mumbling Wolf.
“We’ll head to class now.” Yixing said pulling Kyungsoo after him by the shoulders.
“Talk to you later.” Kyungsoo waved at us and I chuckled at his cute face.
“Come on, Y/N, last class and we are going home.” Rose took out her book from her locker and I groaned.
“What class are we having?”
“Psychology.”
“Oh, damn. A class I like too.” I sang happily, quickly taking out my book and notebook.
“I’m coming over, you didn’t forget right?” Rose asked, her eyebrows raised.
“How could I, when we have to fangirl over EXO!” I chuckled and locked my locker.
“Oh, please. We should do homework’s not like last time.” She snorted.
“It wasn’t my fault, the drama with Kai was too good, okay?” I shrugged.
“Sure, but we have lots of homework today so…first study and after EXO.” She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Okay, whatever.” I sighed defeated. At least she was coming over…
“What homework’s do we have?”
“Math, Literature and—oh, History.”
“We have History tomorrow?” I exclaimed horrified.
“Yeah, you forgot?” Rose laughed.
“Holy shit, and the new teacher gave as an essay to write about someone I have no idea who he is?” My happy mood drastically dropped.
“Yep, and he is a very important person.” Rose sassed.
“Rose, please…you have no idea who that man is.” I scoffed, massaging my temples.
“It doesn’t matter, we have to do it.”
“Ugh, I was so happy when Mrs. Kwan left, like—yes! Finally, the old hoe is gone! And then bam! A freaking sexy but rather creepy teacher—“
“Um, Y/N—“
“Just shows up and he makes me tell me my name and asks me shit that I don’t care about—“
“Y/N, you really should—“
“And than guess what? He gives us homework? What the hell!—“
“Shut up—“
“I hate History so much—and Mr. Park isn’t helping, yes he’s hot like you said but he’s a creep I don’t like him.” I finished talking with a deep sigh.
“Oh, Y/N…” Rose whispered, looking behind me. Please, don’t tell me—
“Girls.” A deep, amused voice greeted us from behind. Oh great, I fucked up like always!
“Mr. Park!” Rose chuckled awkwardly “Nice seeing you.” I turned around and looked at him, he was already looking at me, rather amused.
“Nice seeing you too, were you heading to class?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Yeah.” Rose nodded.
“What class, I could walk you there?” He asked with a smile.
“Psychology—“
“Mr. Park, there’s no need for that. We know where we can find the class.” Rose pinched my side and my eyes widened for a second.
“Don’t worry about me, I was just heading home, walking you to class won’t kill me.” He chuckled and walked ahead of us.
“He heard me, right?” I whispered to Rose.
“Everyone heard you, Y/N, you are so damn loud.” Rose rolled her eyes and I hit my head frustrated.
“Well, girls, have a nice day and study hard.” Mr. Park stopped in front of the door and smiled brightly at us…his smile nearly killing me.
“Thank you, Mr. Park.” Rose bowed and walked inside the class. I bowed as well and went to enter, but Mr. Park took me by the arm and turned me around.
“You know, it’s not good to have a crush on your teacher.” He said, his voice low and deep, a smirk on his face.
“I’m not—I didn’t say I have a crush on you.” I stuttered, taking a step back but his hand still held my arm.
“To me it sounded like that.”
“Just because I called you good looking doesn’t mean I like you.” I glared a little at him.
“Of course” He chuckled rather weirdly “and thank you. You’re pretty attractive yourself.”
“Mr. Park, I have to get to class.” I pulled away my hand, things starting to get weird.
“Of course, see you tomorrow, Y/N.” His voice darkened when he said my name and I quickly walked inside the class.
Three weeks passed and surprisingly I’m still alive. History wasn’t that bad but Mr. Park kept teasing me and sometimes he would get super weird. I had to learn every freaking lesson because he kept asking me, I felt like choking him every time.
“The projects I told you about—well, I’m giving you the assignment today. There will be two people doing the project and I expect both of you present in it. Because you’re an uneven class, a person will be doing it with me.” There were sneakers and a few groans heard. Everyone picked a person to do with the project, when Mr. Park started laughing…everyone stared at him.
“Sorry, kids. I’m making the pairs.” Oh come on man! Rose pouted and I sighed.
“Well that sucks.” Kyungsoo mumbled from behind, rather irritated.
“Don’t worry, Soo! You’ll find a nice partner.” Yixing patted his shoulder.
“Yeah, sure.” Kyungsoo mumbled sarcastically.
“First, Kyungsoo you’ll be with Jongin.” Mr. Park read from his paper.
“Oh, Jongin?” Kyungsoo asked surprised “That kid actually studies, I’m actually glad I got him.”
“Told you.” Yixing winked at him.
“Seriously, Yixing…stop it.” Kyungsoo shook his head at his friend and I chuckled. Jongin winked at Kyungsoo and Kyungsoo nodded back.
“Okay, Rose you’ll be with Yixing.”
“Yes!” Yixing exclaimed, the class snickered.
“Yixing, that’s embarrassing.” Rose mumbled, hiding her red cheeks.
“Why? I’m just happy you are my partner.” Yixing shrugged. Rose groaned and rested her head on the desk.
“But that means that I’m being partnered with someone I might not even like.” I pouted, while Mr. Park kept reading the names of the pairs and I was starting to think that he actually forgot about me…which only made me happy!
“Okay, and lastly Y/N—“ I looked at Mr. Park “you are going to do the project with me.”
“With—with you?” I asked, not believing it.
“Yes, I’ll be your partner.” He said with a grin “But class don’t worry, I won’t be doing the work, she’ll do it. I mean, I’ll do my part and Y/N hers, so she’s not having any advantage.” The class snickered while I groaned not too loudly.
“Well, girl—you’re fucked.” Rose chuckled and I shoved her shoulder.
“I can’t believe he’s doing this to me.” I faked a sob.
“Payback time for saying that three weeks ago.”
“Shut up.” I groaned, while Rose giggled.
Mr. Park opened the door to his office and I walked in after him. His office was a normal room’s size, tidy and clean. A closed laptop on top of his desk and some papers scattered here and there. He had a big window behind his desk, the curtains closed and on the two sides of the room he had lots of books and a big cupboard.
“Take a seat.” He mentioned towards the chair in front of his desk. I placed my bag on the floor and sat down with a sigh.
“So, what do you want to write about it?” He asked folding his hands and placed them on the desk.
“Well, I don’t know. I’m fine with whatever you want Mr. Park.” I shrugged.
“While we are working on this project please call me Chanyeol—do you even know what the topic is about?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not stupid, of course I know.” I scoffed “We have to choose two Greek God’s and write about them.”
“That’s right. I’m glad you payed attention, since you hate history so much.” He said with a smirk, taking off his round glasses. I glanced at the glasses on the top of the desk and I looked up back at him, his smirk turning more teasing.
“I’m not—“ I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling hot “I don’t hate it…I just happen to dislike it.”
“I understand, well I hope I’ll be able to make you like it.” He ran his hands through his hair and I followed the motion with my eyes. God damn, what am I doing? He might be hot but he’s my teacher.
“Uh, yeah.” I mumbled.
“So, which are the God’s you are choosing?” He asked taking a pen and paper.
“Aphrodite and Ares.” I said within a moment, I might not like History…but surprisingly Greek Mythology always caught my attention.
“Ah, lovers I see…” He chuckled and wrote something down.
“That’s not why I choose them.”
“Oh, so you actually know about them?” He smirked again.
“To your surprise—“ My voice raised just a little bit, and I leaned closer “I actually like Greek Mythology, so yes…I know a lot about it.”
“Well well, Y/N—“ He leaned closer as well “you seem to be full of surprises.”
“Surprising, I know.” I quickly leaned back in my chair, our faces too close for my liking.
“Tell me, what do you want to write about more specifically?” He asked leaning back in his chair as well, a small smirk appearing again. Why did he have to smirk so much?
“Their life’s, what they represent of course and I’d like to go more deep into their love life.” I answered.
“Okay, that seems fine. Who do you want to take?”
“Aphrodite.”
“I was sure about it.” He chuckled.
“Am I that easy to read?”
“To me, yes.” He looked for a little bit longer at me, before opening his laptop. “So, let’s start now and you can finish it at home. We don’t have to rush, but the deadline is three days, so we still must hurry.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll write as much as I can and finish it at home. Is it okay if I bring it to you tomorrow morning to make sure I wrote everything?”
“Yeah, sure. That’s fine.” He smiled, and patted the air beside him.
“Uh?”
“You can use my laptop, move your chair next to mine.” He chuckled and moved his chair aside.
“Oh, alright Mr. Park.” I moved my chair beside him.
“Chanyeol.” He corrected.
“Right.” I’m not calling him Chanyeol, that’s just weird. The chairs were close to each other, because his desk wasn’t very spacious and I needed place to write.
At some point our thighs touched and I ignored the electricity I felt. I’m being delusional and that’s bad. I sighed, my hand was aching from writing so much. I reached for my bag to take out my bottle of water. I took three big gulps, glad when the water washed away the rawness in my throat. I felt eyes on me and I glanced at Chanyeol who was looking at me quiet weirdly. What? I raised my eyebrows at him, then went back to writing. Not long after I felt a hot breath on my neck and warmness coming from another body. I looked at Chanyeol from the corner of my eyes, he was looking at my paper.
“You wrote that word wrongly.” He muttered, voice low and I felt my breath catch in my throat.
“Oh, yeah I did.” I muttered and quickly erased it and wrote it correctly.
“Uh—thank you Mr. Park.” I turned towards him, our faces close to each other.
“I told you it’s Chanyeol.” He said rolling his eyes.
“I’m not going to call you that, you are Mr. Park.” I sassed back, a frustrated sigh left his mouth and he went back to doing his business, checking some files, giving grades.
The school was quiet, no wonder…I came too quickly but I wanted to give the papers to Mr. Park. I completed everything after staying up ‘till late last night. If Mr. Park checks the things I wrote today, tomorrow I’ll gather some pictures we put them together and the project is ready for Friday. With a smile on my face I walked towards his office, once there I knocked on his door. He didn’t answer, so I knocked again. Maybe he wasn’t here? I knocked again but this time tried opening the door. It was unlocked so I walked in. His laptop was on his desk, opened and his bag placed on the chair opposite his desk…it means he’s here.
“Mr. Park?” But there was no answer. I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and walked up to his desk, stopping in front of his laptop. I didn’t mean to look, because his laptop was opened, but after placing the papers on his laptop keyboard’s I glanced at his desktop. I don’t know what surprised me more, the fact that he was on Facebook or the fact that he was on my profile.
“Y/N?” I jumped at his deep voice, he stood at the entrance.
“Mr—Mr. Park.” I winced at my own voice “ugh, I—brought the papers.”
“You did?” He eyed me first than glanced at his laptop.
“Uh, yeah I did.” I scratched my head and moved away from his desk “I placed them on your laptop—“
“My laptop?” His eyes widened.
“Ugh, yeah.”
“Uh, you—thank you, I’ll check them.” His voice turned professional in a second.
“Yeah, thank you Mr. Park.” I passed Mr. Park in a hurry, not glancing at him.
“Why aren’t you coming?” Kyungsoo asked confused.
“I’m not going home yet, I still have to finish the project with Mr. Park for tomorrow.” I said placing my bag on the desk.
“Oh, okay.” Kyungsoo said “I have to check out a few things as well.”
“We finished it.” Yixing said while sipping on his orange juice.
“Yeah, that’s right. We make a good team.” Rose winked at Yixing and he chuckled.
“Well, good for you. But I’ll leave now, have a nice day.” Kyungsoo headed towards the door.
“I’m coming too, bye girls!” Yixing waved at us and ran after Kyungsoo.
“How’s with Mr. Park?” Rose asked raising an eyebrow.
“It’s—fine.” That thing with Facebook was weird, I mean…he didn’t even send me a friendship request it was just—
“Is he annoying? Telling you what to do? Telling you what’s good and bad, or—“
“No, Rose. He actually let me do whatever I wanted. I wrote about Aphrodite while he wrote about Ares. We divided the work.” I said with a sigh.
“Oh, that’s cool. Yixing and I did it differently, but that’s fine—why are you meeting if you have done it?”
“We still need to choose a few pics, so he said we are going over to him.” I said massaging my forehead.
“You are—going to Mr. Park’s apartment?” Rose asked shocked.
“Yeah, there’s nothing bad about it.” I said with a shrug “We choose the pics and I leave.”
“Yeah but—“
“Y/N—oh, hello Rose.” Chanyeol smiled at Rose.
“Mr. Park.” Rose bowed at him and I did the same.
“Y/N, can we go?” Chanyeol raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, sure.” I took my bag and walked towards him “See you tomorrow, Rose.”
“Bye!” She waved at me and bowed at Chanyeol who nodded at her. I followed Chanyeol to his car, and sat in the passenger seat.
“Do you want to buy some food?” Chanyeol asked he pulled out of the parking lot.
“I’m not hungry, Mr. Park.” I shook my head.
“Alright, than we can go straight to my place.” He mumbled, jabbing his fingers on the wheel.
Mr. Park’s apartment was in the center of the city, yet the place was quiet. His apartment was a very nice, small one…enough for him and another person. It was clean, tidy and I was impressed at the nice decoration. Modern but with a touch of vintage. The living room wasn’t separated by any wall with the kitchen, so you could see what was the other doing. I sat down on the sofa, surprisingly soft. Chanyeol placed his bag on the top of the counter and took out two cups from the cupboard.
“Is tea okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, sure.” I nodded, I don’t really care if it’s water or tea. I’m here to finish this project. I placed my bag on the floor and took off my scarf and jacket, remaining in my black jeans and blue sweater.
“The sugar is in the second cupboard, on the lower shelf. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Chanyeol said loosening his tie, and he walked away…to a room. I looked around to find a guitar sitting besides his TV. I didn’t know he played the guitar…or maybe it was just for design…I rose from the sofa and walked to the kitchen. Opening the second cupboard, I took out the sugar and added two little spoons to each tea. I sipped on mine, on the green cup, a sweet cherry taste invading my mouth. The warmness of the tea warmed my whole body and I sighed happily.
“I’m back.” His deep voice startled me, I quickly opened my eyes.
“Oh, I—hope you don’t mind if I added sugar to your tea as well.” I said taking in his whole look. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black tight T-shirt. God damn, I could stare all day at his body, but he’s my teacher. Who thought all those suits hide such a God like body…
“Of course not. Make yourself comfortable.” He chuckled and opened his laptop. I took the blue cup and walked beside him, placing the cup near his laptop.
“Thanks.” He threw a smile at me while opening Google to search for pics. I sat down next to him, quietly sipping on the tea.
“So, how many pics?” He asked taking a big gulp of his tea, I watched as his Adam Apple moved up and down, a sudden hotness overtaking me. I huffed loudly and tied my hair in a messy ponytail. Chanyeol glanced at me, his gaze hovering on my neck.
“I don’t know…not too many. Maybe five?” I asked with a shrug.
“Okay, five then.” He nodded and turned back to his laptop. He started scrolling down and after a good half an hour we were done with the pics as well. I took the papers and handed them to him, we looked over them for a final time, happy that we finished this early, I have lots of free time like this.
“Well, we are done, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, we finished.” He nodded closing his laptop.
“Well then I’ll be leaving.” I stood up and walked into the living room.
“Don’t you want to eat something, aren’t you hungry?” Chanyeol quickly asked.
“No, don’t worry Mr. Park.” I turned around and smiled at him.
“We should still order something, you can take it home.” He shrugged standing up.
“Ah, no—“ I untied my hair “don’t bother, I’m fine. I’m sure mom made something.”
“I insist, it’s like a payback for your hard work.” He pressed, coming closer.
“Seriously, Mr. Park. I don’t want to eat, like I said, I’m not hungry!” My voice was stern, trying to get him understand that I don’t need food.
“It’s not like it’s poisoned.” He said with a deep chuckle.
“Mr. Park—“ I stopped when he stopped right in front of me, our chests almost touching. He was so tall from up close, I looked up at him resisting the urge to step back “Let me ask you something..”
“What is it?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Today, when I walked into your office to give you the papers—why was my profile opened on Facebook?” I asked, taking a small step back.
“Can’t I check out one of my students profile?” He asked with a shrug.
“You didn’t send me a request—tell me, Mr. Park. For how long have you been stalking me on Facebook?” A sudden confidence took over me, my voice sounding fierce.
“You are a smart girl indeed” He chuckled darkly “since I laid my eyes on you and found out your name.” I gasped, that means it’s been for four weeks.
“Why?” I mumbled.
“Because you drive me crazy.” He took the back of my head and pulled me into a forceful kiss. I pushed him away by the shoulders.
“What are you doing!” I exclaimed “Are you crazy?”
“Only for you.” He growled and attacked my neck, his hands going around my waist.
“Mr. Park—“ I bit back a moan, when he licked a rather sensitive spot “Stop!”
“Please, you think I don’t know?” He chuckled pulling away “The little glances, or when you would stare at me in class? I heard you speaking about me with Rose. You even called me hot and too bad that I’m your teacher. You trying to avoid contact at all costs because I’m sure you just couldn’t resist me.” How the hell does he know? But I was—I wasn’t even obvious. I made sure he didn’t see, I was always careful and all this time he knew? I gulped and stared at his lips. They did look kissable and—I charged towards him, attacking his lips with mine. A happy grunt left his mouth and I pulled him closer. I bit his lower lip but he didn’t open his mouth, annoying me. One of my hands left his neck and grabbed his member, making him gasp. With a smirk I kissed him more forcefully, my tongue entering his mouth. Chanyeol groaned loudly, securing my legs around his hips. He started moving, my hands were playing with his hair and I let him finally dominate the kiss…he didn’t waste time in sucking harshly on my tongue and lower lip. My hips collided with a hard surface and I was placed on top of the counter. For a minute I pulled away, trying to catch my breath.
“Finally I have you on my counter.” He mumbled, and it sounded so dirty. I wonder how many times he imagined us doing this.
“Poor you, had to wait for such a long time.” I teased him with a pouty voice. He groaned and attacked my neck again, only this time sucking harshly and biting. I moaned when he bit my jaw, and Chanyeol smirked. He pulled me closer to him, our waists touching…just to tease him more I started moving my hips against his. He pulled away and glared at me.
“Why are you like this?” He groaned.
“Because I hate history and you happen to be a history teacher.”
“A very good one, one that knows how to do things.” He smirked and kissed me again, placing his hands on my waist, stopping my movements. I rolled my eyes and pulled away slightly.
“Don’t do that.” He whined and bit my bottom lip.
“Why not? It’s quiet funny having you pouting and whining.” I chuckled, tracing the back of his neck with my fingers.
“It’s not funny at all. I could just give you detention randomly, because I feel like it. And you won’t have anything to say against a teachers word, would you like that?” He asked, a smirk forming on his lips.
“No, I don’t want detention.”
“Then be a good girl.” He quickly lifted me off the counter and I giggled when he started kissing my face and neck. He started moving towards his bedroom I suppose and once inside his mouth found mine again, and the sweet kisses were long forgotten. I bit his bottom lip than slowly pulled away. Chanyeol was standing in front of his bed, I held the bottom of his shirt and quickly lifted it off him. I was left amazed by his chest, forearms and abs. He looked gorgeous, like a Greek God.
“I guess you are enjoying the view.” His voice was low, a smirk on his face.
“Yes, I do, very much.” I nodded and lifted off my sweater as well. Chanyeol eyed my chest and before he could touch me I pushed his chest and he fell backwards on the mattress. A surprised yelp left his mouth and I chuckled while climbing over, straddling his hips.
“I hope I didn’t scare you too much, Mr. Park.” I whispered kissing his jaw slowly.
“Can’t you call me Chanyeol? It’s irritating Mr. Park coming from you.” He grunted as I slowly circled my hips.
“No, Mr. Park.” I pressed down on him and his hands landed on my hips. He was already hard, but I couldn’t blame him.
“You definitely deserve detention.” I growled, his hands gripping my hips too tightly. I chuckled and sat up for a brief moment, before going down, stopping at the waistband of his grey sweatpants.
“Why do you have such amazing abs?” I sighed, eyeing his six pack. His answer was more a moan when I kissed one of his abs. With a smirk I kissed the other five as well, occasionally licking, making Chanyeol moan. If I wasn’t turned on before, now sure as hell I was. I kissed my way up to his neck, where I sucked harshly on a spot. He hissed, his eyes closed.
“Y/N—that’s enough.” He grunted out and flipped us over. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off, doing the same to his pants. He kissed me slowly, dragging his tongue around in my mouth, making me moan loudly. His hands were playing with the skin on my sides, and if I was ticklish before…I wasn’t feeling any of that now, my whole body felt like on fire.
“You sure want to do this?” He asked and pulled away, searching for my gaze.
“Yes.” I nodded slowly, biting my lip.
“Okay..” He mumbled and got rid of our underwear. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his member and I almost gasped out loud. He was big…he quickly put on a condom and looked at me.
“You want this as much as I do, right?” He asked, pulling a stand of hair behind my ear.
“Yes.” I nodded and pecked his lips.
“It might hurt.” He mumbled as he lined himself up at my entrance. I nodded, knowing all too well.
“You can just bite me if it hurts too much, and I’ll stop.” He buried his head in my hair and I held onto his forearms, ready for whatever was coming. A small gasp, followed by a whine left my lips when Chanyeol finally entered, holding tightly onto him. It definitely did hurt, he was so big I was surprised that he fit me so well. I bit his shoulder when he was finally in, small whines leaving my lips.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed my temple, not moving “It will get better, I promise.” It did get better, after a few, slow movements the pain started to fade, pleasure over taking my body.
“You’re doing it too slow, Chanyeol—“ I moaned out his name, as he pulled all the way out than pushed back.
“My bad, love.” He chuckled and his movement became quicker, and rougher. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hips meeting his eagerly. Chanyeol kept groaning and his movement became messier.
“Gosh—you’re so big.” I moaned as he hit my sensible spot.
“I’ve been told a few times before.” He smirked and hit just the right spot again “You like it there?”
“Chanyeol, don’t stop!” I gripped the back of his neck tightly, my legs tightening around him as well. Chanyeol kissed me roughly, hungrily.
“Chanyeol—“ I moaned, when the knot in my stomach started to grow.
“God, that’s so hot coming from you!” He moaned, his hands so tight on my waist that I was sure he’ll leave bruises. After two more rough movements I came undone, moaning his name…him following close, biting my collarbone. His movements slowly stopped and he pulled out, rolling onto his back. He cleaned himself up quickly and pulled me into him under the covers.
“I can’t believe we did this.” He sighed, sounding happy.
“You can’t believe it? My whole lower body is sore, how am I going to attend sport tomorrow?” I groaned, already knowing that the bruises will be reminders of what we did.
“You don’t have to, just skip it. I’ll be in my office, its door is always opened for you.” He smirked.
“Yeah, sure. I’m not going to fuck with you every day, Chanyeol.” I rolled my eyes.
“Chanyeol?” He chuckled “If I get to be called Chanyeol after sex, than that’s what we gonna do every day.”
“Keep dreaming, big boy.” I snorted and patted his bare chest.
“All so true.” He mumbled, kissing my head.
“I have to go.” I tried pulling away but he kept me tightly in his grip.
“No! It’s so early, let’s take a nap.” He whined “We can have dinner and you can leave after.”
“But my mom?” I asked a little unsure.
“You can just say that we had to change a few things about the project, and we ate dinner together since I’m such a caring and wonderful teacher.” He grinned with mischief shining in his eyes.
“So caring and wonderful, that you fuck your student?” I asked looking at him.
“You wanted it too, so shut up.” He poked my forehead and I slapped away his finger.
“Make me.”
“Gladly.” He kissed me long and sweet, warm spreading through my chest. Well, guess I just got myself in big shit. Having a secret relationship with my teacher, I’m sure it won’t be easy.
Part 2
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