"Hey kids!!! I told you to study by yourself because you're 15 minutes late for math!!!!"
"Wow, thank you, class president!!!"
As the class president rushed in through the front door and shouted, Yeoju slightly slowed down the hand she was copying her homework from.
Fortunately, I didn't have enough time, but I can write slowly.
"Wow... crazy Kim Yeo-ju is back again."
Seol-gi, who was showing the homework to the female protagonist, said with a surprised expression.
"What are you talking about?"
"No, the math teacher from the class next door was having an accident earlier and passed by our class. Didn't you see him then?"
Seolgi now took on a detective pose and questioned him.
"Wow, I also think math is a little weird."
Sooyoung, who was putting on makeup while looking in the mirror, turned around and joined Seolgi in speaking.
"What are you two talking about? If you're going to talk nonsense, help me with my homework or something."
"Wow... it's suspicious.."
"Hey, why is Math, who is famous for being tough at school, lenient on me?"
"Yeah, but have you ever seen that damn math teacher, Woojin, come in 15 minutes late? That's just... buying you time to do your homework."
"Hey... no"
"Hey, last week when you were late, all the kids who came earlier than you got caught, but you didn't. I thought you were just a lucky bitch, but it turns out math was on your side."
Yeo-ju was left speechless by her friends' questions. Because everything Seol-gi and Su-yeong said was true from start to finish.
"Wow, it's really weird when you organize it like this. What's your relationship with math?"
"That's right, that's true. If we weren't that close, then it wouldn't make sense."
"Hey, math and I are nine years apart. What's the big deal?"
The female protagonist swallowed hard at the thought, "Is that really what the teacher said to me?"
//
At that moment, Stargo's third-year math teacher, Noyal Park Woo-jin, was lying face down on my desk with his head wrapped around his neck.
I thought to myself as I mercilessly messed up my dark brown hair, which I had painstakingly styled in the morning.
Ah... why did I do that...
A few minutes ago, I caught a glimpse of a pink hoodie frantically copying her math homework, and impulsively grabbed the class president and told her that class might have to start a little late today.
And Teacher Woojin's impulses were becoming more frequent to the point where Yeoju's friends noticed them.
//
Yeoju left Seol-gi and Su-yeong behind as they went to the store to buy snacks after lunch and headed to the classroom alone.
As soon as I put down my spoon, I felt a pull in my upper stomach, and I thought maybe I had indigestion.
The woman who thought she should go to the infirmary and take some digestive medicine turned around and walked towards the infirmary, holding her stomach with one hand.
The door to the infirmary, where I arrived with my face turning increasingly pale and my head aching, was firmly locked.
"Ah...it's lunchtime..."
Meanwhile, the woman, clutching her increasingly aching stomach and her throbbing head, sat down in front of the infirmary door.
"Student Kim Yeo-ju?"
At that moment, someone appeared in front of the female protagonist.
"Sigh...my stomach and head hurt so much.."
Yeoju thought it was the health teacher and spoke, but the person standing in front of her was none other than math teacher Woojin.
"Have you checked?"
"Yes.. I think I ate lunch and it got stuck on me.."
Woojin looked at Yeoju with concern, then grabbed her hand and massaged the area between her thumb and index finger.
"Teacher...what are you doing..."
"This is how you unblock your mind."
"I...I'll do it!"
"Okay, when the health teacher comes, take your medicine and get some rest. I'll make sure to tell your class teacher."
"yes"
"And make sure you do your homework at home today."
Woojin headed back to the teacher's office, but Yeoju stood there with a red face, unable to raise her head until the health teacher called her name three times.
//
Since that day, Yeoju has been doing her math homework at home every day.
"What? Math isn't going to look after you anymore?"
"That's not it"
Whenever Yeo-ju sees Woo-jin, she remembers the gaze he had on her in front of the infirmary that day, so she avoids Woo-jin outside of class hours.
Naturally, Woojin couldn't help but be concerned about such a female protagonist. Who wouldn't be concerned when she seemed to be constantly avoiding him and struggling with him?
Woojin thought he hadn't approached the child crouching there that day, as if possessed, or grasped her hand and offered a massage. He must have felt quite burdened. He reassured himself, determined to better manage his feelings of overreach as a teacher.
Nineteen, you thief.
//
(that afternoon)
Suddenly the weather turned cloudy and it started to rain heavily.
"Oh... I don't have an umbrella."
As Yeoju was loitering in front of the school gate, Woojin opened his umbrella and spoke.
"Don't you have an umbrella?"
"yes.."
"My house is near here. I'll lend you an umbrella after we use this together."
Woojin, who said this, felt a sudden urge to say "Oh no."
Ah... did I cross the line again?
"Okay, then"
He was afraid that the female protagonist would avoid him again, but she answered calmly.
After walking for about five minutes, we arrived in front of Woojin's house. Woojin stopped Yeoju for a moment and went inside.
There was a lot of noise coming from inside the house, and after a while, Lujin came out holding a black umbrella and a white hoodie.
"Wear this and go"
"It's okay..."
"Just wear it and go. As soon as you arrive, quickly wash it with warm water."
After sending Yeoju back home, Woojin came into the house and placed his hand on the edge of his heart that felt like it was going to burst.
I didn't know what would happen if I brought that petite child, whose hoodie covered her school uniform skirt, into the house, looking up at me with a wet face.
The thin thread of reason that remained was barely holding back his dangerous instincts.
//
Arriving home, Yeoju threw away her wet school bag and leaned against the wall.
I closed my eyes and calmly thought about the answer to the question that had been bothering me recently.
I like my teacher.
But what about you, teacher? Are you just one of the many students I teach?
Then why do they look at me with such eyes and care for me? Is this also my illusion?
The female protagonist, who decided that she would have to stay up all night doing homework and nothing else, went out the front door with her umbrella in hand again.
I grabbed my pounding heart, clutched the sleeves of my hoodie that was too big and flowing down, and ran to Woojin's house.
My breath was pounding, but I couldn't stop.
The heroine wanted to hear the teacher's answer,
I was curious about the teacher's mind,
And above all
Because I really wanted to see the teacher's eyes looking at me with affection.
Bang bang bang-
"Teacher!!! It's me!! Please open the door!!"
Woojin, who was just about to eat, was very surprised by the sudden sound.
"Teacher, I have a question."
"Kim Yeo-ju, how long has it been since you went home? If you have any questions, just come to the principal's office tomorrow morning."
"No, you have to answer now.."
"Huh... why did you come here because you were curious about math problems?"
"No, sir, please open this door quickly."
The female protagonist tried to put her hand through the slightly open door, but Woojin did not open the door easily.
"Talk to me there"
"Okay, I'll just ask the questions I have and leave. Please show me your face."
"Okay...okay"
"Teacher, when you look at me affectionately, I feel breathless... and my chest feels tight."
"..Yeojuya"
"Every time I do my math homework, I think of you."
"That's because you're still young..."
"I like you, teacher, but what about you?"
"...!!!!"
"Do you feel the same way when you see me, teacher? Is that why you keep taking care of me?"
Woojin couldn't easily answer the questions of a reckless and ignorant student.
The female protagonist was a student he was teaching, and he was a teacher and an adult who had to protect her.
"Please answer me, teacher. You always look after me...is it because you like me?"
"Hey, if you like the teacher, it's dangerous. Just...go home quickly."
"Why? Why is it dangerous? Because you like me?"
"okay"
"yes?"
"It's dangerous to like you"
"teacher..."
"Hey, how old are you?"
"Nineteen..."
"Yeah, you're young."
"But... in just one month... I'll be an adult and graduate."
"Yeah, you'll be a full-time adult in a month, but I'll be twenty-nine in a month."
"Why is that..."
"I don't get an allowance from my mom like you. I work and get paid to eat and live."
"..."
"Now that you're a college student, you'll go to school for four months and have two months off. Sometimes, when you don't want to go to school, you can take a break and rest. You can go on field trips with friends... There will be lots of fun things to do besides that."
"Sometimes I stay behind to work after the students leave school, and sometimes I have to go to school on weekends to prepare for classes."
"You might want to spend your free time with me, but I might not even be able to meet you during that time. I'll make you wait all the time, hurt you, and make it difficult for you."
"I don't want you to cry because you already cry a lot, so I don't have the courage."
"Teacher... I really like you... but why do you only say things like this..."
"I know that because I know you like me."
"..."
"I also found out that I like you"
"...."
"I keep getting greedy. Even though you're still wearing your uniform, I keep getting greedy, thinking, 'Wouldn't it be okay if it were you?'"
"I told you I don't like crying."
"yes"
"But I'd be sadder about the difference now than if I were crying while waiting for you, teacher."
"..."
"Teacher, do you want to see me cry right now?"
"No, I don't like it"
"Then just accept it and love me."
Wow, it was a bit long, right? If this were a visual fanfic, how many characters would there be? I wrote it in almost an hour and a half, lol.
I don't really like Mizawa Seongin, but the material just came to mind...haha...