ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 59

~ Creative Writing Department, Hanguk University, Daehak-dong, Gwanak-gu, Seoul

Wookyung stared at the steps as he climbed the stairs to his class. He had, admittedly, forgotten about the advanced classes. But even though he was gone... he realised he needed to take them, alone or otherwise. Within a week of Minho's resignation, the Dean, along with the college board, had found upon a replacement for his position. They mailed in, asking to resume classes per usual and that a new instructor would be joining him to teach. They assured him of his competence and asked him to go through his biography and profile.

Neither of which he did...

Did it matter knowing? Wookyung asked himself.

It wasn't Byun Minho...

It was never going to be Byun Minho

He had gone to head of the writing department, the successor to the Dean after he got removed for his crimes against the university. Everything was the same except the man sitting behind the desk and since he wasn't familiar with him or his family, it felt odd to make such private demands as he did with Mr. Park. It felt unprofessional... still, he asked if he could hire a replacement for his own position but the new Dean made a case about how much the children had gotten used to him and many had taken the class, specifically to gain guidance from him as an Editor.

He wasn't wrong...

For them, missing out on one teacher was enough so he begged him to continue. Wookyung considered it and thought it was much more about the new Dean establishing a stable ship than them not being able to afford a replacement. Regardless, as much as he wanted to drop the whole project... it was irresponsible of him to tie so many things to Minho in the first place... and now he needed to commit to it whether he liked it or not. Naturally... he was loathing everything since morning...

He heard footsteps ahead of him and quickly looked up, seeing a shadowy Minho walking ahead of... beckoning him to the roof "Why don't you follow me...?" he called in that soft, sweet melting voice that he used with him when he was happy. Wookyung clenched his jaw as he kept walking "You are not real..." he said to the air and Minho gave him a small smile "Is that what you tell yourself now?" before disappearing. Coming back to the University was so... painful... it was like going through a God's shrine only to not worship.

Like coming to the beginning of it all...

The place where he wanted him first...

And then again a million times...

"Good afternoon, Editor" a voice called and Wookyung snapped out of his thoughts. He found himself standing in class with his folder of notes stuck under one arm and the other tightly wound in a fist. A man was already manning the desk, "It's fine if I call you Editor, right??" he came over to him. Bespectacled, dressed in a brown suit and gleaming brogues. His face was gaunt but youthful and his hair was meticulously combed... his mustache stern.

"Uh... yeah..." Wookyung refocused onto his face... he was slightly shorter than him. "That's great! How are you feeling now??" he asked even more enthusiastically and Wookyung grew more disoriented "How I'm feeling...?" he repeated and the instructor shook his head to explain "Ah! I meant after the accident" he said and Wookyung finally understood "Oh... that... I'm doing better now... thankyou you for asking" Wookyung numbly moved around him and placed his notes on the table. "Ah, I have my notes too!"

He cocked his binder file towards him "Were you sharing notes with the previous instructor?" he asked and Wookyung unscrewed his thermos, taking a sip of his hot coffee "Hm" he nodded and the instructor seemed to think about it "I think, since I made entirely new teaching notes... that maybe we can have a discussion after class and you can alter your notes to go with mine since the previous instructor is no longer working with us" he reasoned as Wookyung grew a bit iffy. Still, he hid it.