teacher - seungmin x reader

- thirteen -

when you were seven your older brother marched into your room, slamming the door behind him and jumping onto your bed. you absolutely adored him with all your heart. he was your best friend, your hero. you thought he was so wise, despite him being only three years older than you. so when he barged into your room with an angry face, you were quick to take his side.

"what's wrong?" you asked, laying on your stomach and peering at his face, eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a pout. 

"i hate it here." he sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest and closing his eyes. 

"what happened?" you pried, rolling next to him and resting your head on his arm. 

"mom said i couldn't buy the spider-man comic i've been saving for!" 

"that jerk!" you yelled, clinging to his side. 

"how can i make her change her mind and listen to me, y/n?" he peered down at you, placing his hand on your head and ruffling your hair. 

"you could cry and stomp your feet. that's what i do." you suggested, but he shook his head solemnly. 

"this calls for drastic measures." he suddenly stood up and flung open your closet, digging for the duffel bag and pulling it out. you watched him curiously, automatically on board with whatever plan he had. 

"what are drastic measures?" you asked, hopping off your bed and taking your place beside him. 

"i dont know, i just hear mom say it a lot," he shrugs, grabbing your shirts and stuffing it into the bag. "but i know what i can do to make her listen." 

"what is it?" 

he slung the bag over his shoulder and grabbed your hand, leading you to his room. "we're gonna run away, okay?" 

you nodded slowly, not really understanding what he meant. he made quick work of grabbing a handful of shirts and stuffing it along with yours, picking his special rubber shoes and making his way to your parents' room. 

"mom!" he yelled, his chest pushed out. you copied him, pushing your shoulders back and pushing your chest out. "we're running away because you won't let me buy the spider-man comic." he nodded with finality and took your hand in his, dragging you down the stairs and out of the house. 

you lasted about five minutes, reaching the end of your street and then realizing you had no water. you went back home defeated. he did not get his comic. 

and here you are, ten years later, running away all over again. 

seungmin's words rang in your ears and admittedly messed something in you. so in the dead of the night, you dressed in silence, watching seungmin's gentle face as he slept. you gently rolled away from under his arms, immediately missing the warmth he provided you with.

you bent down for your clothes, blindly feeling around for your shoes. guilt ate at your chest when you reached for your bag, your hair falling inches from his peaceful form, in a deep sleep. you couldn't help it, you bent down and kissed his forehead, praying he wouldn't stir. 

you silently pushed open their front door, the bitter evening cold eating at your skin as you stood on their front porch, watching as your hot breath evaporated into the night sky. you felt goosebumps form up your arm and you hugged your jacket tighter, walking down onto the street. the silence forced you to confront your thoughts, which tangled with each other leaving your brain a messy canvas of knotted lines. you sighed, walking down seungmin's street.