This is definitely not the scene that Wooyoung wanted. He flopped onto the seat, and the stranger just started his class. They will be tackling three modules each day, and it was for sure basic English. Wooyoung flipped the modules that were given but could not concentrate as the stranger kept on looking at him.
"So, that's how sentence structures are in English. All right, we will have a homework. Make sure to memorize these simple lines as we're going to use them by tomorrow."
Wooyoung, as fast as he could, sprinted towards the door, not even looking at how Choi San was observing his every move. He couldn't think of any other way, except to make sure to try his luck once again at the registrar's office.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jung," the registrar shrugged, "You had enrolled it since the start of the semester, and we cannot really make you drop it as it will reflect badly on your records. As you are a graduating student, I think you know that we want to avoid that."
"But, are there any other ESL classes, but are handled by different professors?"
"None. All ESL classes are under Mr. Choi San. Why? Did you have a problem with him?"
Wooyoung's eyes widened and shook his head. Of course, he did not do anything. For a second, he did think why he was doing this, as he knew that, that person possibly did not know that he was going to be his student anyway, as much as he doesn't know that he's going to be his professor.
He turned around, and saw him. Choi San was folding his arms with a hint of disappointment on his face.
"Wooyoung-"
"Bye, have to go!"
Choi San then sighed and just stared at the running student.
"Did you have any problem with him, Mr. Choi?"
"No, Ms. Kim," he replied, "It was just an awkward encounter."
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There was a restricted area near the orchard of the school. It was very secluded, and Wooyoung happened to be the only one who knows about this as he stumbled at it once, when he wanted to be alone because of a heartbreak during freshmen year.
Just as he thought, here he was again. He knew that things with Yeonjun was definitely not going well. He had his hunches, as he was getting busier, even though they are both seniors.
He met Yeonjun during the Lunar New Year festival of his sophomore year. The hint of heartache was still there, but Yeonjun was the only person who comforted him like how he wanted to. Yeosang and Jongho were doing their own thing, and they were always together since they were neighbors. Wooyoung was always out of place, which made him much more secure with Yeonjun. They were very private with their relationship as they never met at school, just the usual greetings. However, when they were outside, things always get spicy, and they are all in for it.
Most of the time, they would do it three or more times at Yeonjun's place, as it was spacious for the both of them. It was the best thing that Wooyoung had experienced, as Yeonjun was definitely gentle and hot during these times.
Now, they are in a mess. It all started because of their final outputs for the research congress. Wooyoung and Yeonjun were separated, having Wooyoung team up with Yeosang and Jongho, and Yeonjun teaming up with two other people, a boy and a girl. Even so, Wooyoung did his best to make sure he has time for Yeonjun, but the latter always says he was busy or he just needed to rest as he was too tired.
He couldn't control his tears as he sat at the old bench, surrounded by pink hibiscus flowers. He can't help but torment himself with self-pity and that he will do what needs to be done.
"I'm gonna bring him back to me!" Wooyoung stood.
"Who?"
"Yeonjun! I'm gonna- what the fuck are you doing here?"
Choi San smirked as he puffed his cigarette. Wooyoung tried to run, but the only escape is being blocked by his professor, who's too large. Well, he does have large biceps. His shoulders too are also broad. He also had nice muscles all around.
"Why are staring like you want to eat me?"
"What the fuck?"
"I mean," San smirked again, this time walking towards Wooyoung, and said in a whisper on his ear, "You did notice that you bit your lip while looking at me from head to toe?"
Wooyoung shuddered, but let out a tiny moan as San's breath was tickling his ear.
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO MOAN, CHOI SAN!"
San laughed, as Wooyoung raised both of his hands as if surrendering himself upon a crime that was not even committed.
"So, now, can you explain to me why were you avoiding me?"
"Well," Wooyoung sat back at the bench, while San sat beside him, "No one knows I'm gay. I'm too popular with the girls, and the guys are all macho men, you know. So, me and my boyfriend, we keep our relationship on the down low. No one suspects it, as we never show skinship anyway, so…I thought, you might say something about it earlier, and I was overthinking- WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING?"
San tried to catch his breath, "I didn't know you could rap. You said all of those things without even trying to breathe."
"Oh, I am nervous."
"You shouldn't be. I should be, though, I mean we are in a secluded area and no one knows about this except the two of us. Anyway, I thought you were avoiding me because you find it lame that the one you talked to yesterday was your ESL instructor. Which leads me to think that you might hate this as we are student-teacher, you know."
"Well, a bit, yes, but not necessarily."
The two of them just looked at each other in silence. Wooyoung kept on looking at San's mole, while San was looking at Wooyoung's puffy eyes.
"Okay, then let's do this," Wooyoung finally stood, "Choi San, you will promise not to say anything about me until the end of my graduation day."
San then stood and put a hand forward.
"On one condition."
"What is it?"
"Don't drop my ESL class, and pass it."
Wooyoung grabbed his hand and they shook it.
Damn, his hands are soft, and he smells so nice.