ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 22

~ 29-1, Dean's Residence, Hanguk University, Daehak-dong, Gwanak-gu, Seoul

Hyunwoo indifferently pulled his report card out and slapped it on the table, right in front of Minho. He pushed his glasses up his nose and started going through it, growing more despondent as he saw the aggregate.

He had gotten A+ only under the subjects he had tutored him in, barely passing in the rest and almost failing in one. "Hyunwoo..." Minho trailed, "what happened here?" he looked up at him "I hated all my subjects but when you taught me some of them..."

"I started liking those" he stared at him longingly and Minho pushed the report away, looking distressed. "Do you know how upset the Dean is going to be with your performance?" he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"Why do you care about the rest?" Hyunwoo asked him softly "I did well in the subjects you taught me". "But that doesn't count when your total score is low. You did badly in the rest!" Minho was exasperated and worried about what the Dean would think.

He felt fingers brush his bicep and he looked up to see Hyunwoo wrapping his hand around his arm. Minho quickly pulled away, giving him daggers. "You taught me well Professor..." Hyunwoo whispered "my father won't hold my indolence against you"

"That's not the issue here" Minho huffed and rubbed his forehead. The Dean rarely returned any of the favours he asked from him. Especially now, with the situation at home, he needed any and all money that he could get in exchange for work.

He was hoping for the same with the part-time tutoring. That the Dean would be pleased with the unexpected positive result and would, in some way, even financial, reward Minho but with these low grades, it would seem very rude to demand full payment for a job he practically agreed to do for free since the Dean never pays him anyway.

But didn't he do all this in exchange for a tenure? he thought. So that, through his work, he may please the Dean enough to be confidently placed with his tenured counterparts. It had already been 6 years... trying to show the Dean his worthiness-

-And in those 6 years, his efforts had gone consistently unnoticed. Minho tapped the desk, "I believe my work here is done" he declared flatly, collecting his bag and starting to get up when Hyunwoo grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

Minho felt a familiar sensation course through his body. No one ever held his wrist like that except Cha Wookyung. But those hands weren't his'. Minho forcefully wrung his hand out of his grip, feeling violated that it was Hyunwoo and not... well.

"What do you want from me?" he gritted and the boy smiled. Hyunwoo was as tall as him, a given for his aspirations to be a model in the fashion industry. He had a smooth face, defined bone structure, curly brown hair with sharp eyes.

"I have decided," he said coolly "I don't want to be a model anymore... I'd rather you tutor me through the rest of high school so I become a professor like... you" he mumbled and Minho looked at him dubiously. "You're very fickle about your future, it's not smart to keep switching plans" he said

"After investing so much time in portfolios and looking for agencies, you want to give up just like that?" Minho scolded him and suddenly Hyunwoo got up, putting his hands on either side of Minho's chair and pushing it back. He was a tall young man with decent musculature. He leaned in to glare eye to eye.

"Don't call me fickle, Professor" he clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowed at him "Not when I finally feel some kind of affinity to live in a long while..." his voice became raspy as his breathing became laboured and Minho looked up at him in horror. "My father never pays attention to me but you do... Professor"