As Beomgyu followed Yeonjun out of the school gates, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being naïve—like a puppy trailing behind its owner. Questions swirled in his head, relentless and loud. He didn’t understand why he was so anxious around Yeonjun, and he tried not to look at the people they passed by. Some students gave him strange looks, almost judgmental, making him instinctively keep his eyes down until they reached Yeonjun’s car.
“Get in,” Yeonjun said simply.
Beomgyu hesitated but obeyed, settling into the front passenger seat. His heart was thudding in his chest. Why couldn’t they just talk in his office? Why take him somewhere private? Something about this felt serious.
“I hope you’re okay with this,” Yeonjun said as he started the engine. “I’m sorry if it caught you off guard.”
The drive was quiet—tense, even. Yeonjun made an effort to ease the mood by bringing up light topics, but the gap between them still felt like ten miles of invisible space. Beomgyu wasn’t sure how to respond. He didn’t know how to break that wall.
Yeonjun glanced over with a warm smile. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” Beomgyu murmured, barely above a whisper.
He turned back to the road, and Beomgyu studied him quietly. The way the sunlight poured across Yeonjun’s face was almost surreal. There was something magnetic about him—his structure, his presence, his every feature. As Beomgyu gazed, he felt like he was being pulled into another dimension, one softer and more dreamlike than anything he’d known.
Why did Yeonjun seem so... enthralling?
His heart began to race again, faster than before, the way it did when he panicked—but this wasn’t panic. This was something else. Something warm, dizzying, and oddly comforting.
Yeonjun glanced at him again, and Beomgyu snapped his eyes away, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Yeonjun chuckled quietly.
They soon arrived at a sleek, modern restaurant. Yeonjun parked, then led him inside with a casual grace. He guided Beomgyu to a small, private table near the window and took his seat across from him. A waiter handed them menus, and Beomgyu’s eyes widened at the prices.
“Order whatever you want. My treat,” Yeonjun said kindly.
He smiled and turned to the waiter. “We’ll have Korean Fried Chicken Wings, a Classic Caesar Salad, and two Fudge Brownie Sundaes for dessert. Beomgyu?”
Beomgyu hesitated, uncertain. Everything was too expensive, too refined. It wasn’t what he was used to. Finally, he quietly ordered the Pasta Napolitano, still feeling like a fish out of water.
The waiter asked for drinks, and Yeonjun replied, “Iced tea’s fine.”
As the waiter left, silence began to creep in again. Beomgyu fidgeted with his fingers. Yeonjun noticed immediately.
“Beomgyu, look at me. Just breathe, okay? You’re safe. I’m here.”
That gentle voice calmed him more than he expected. Beomgyu looked up and nodded, grateful.
“I-I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m just not used to places like this. I don’t really like fancy restaurants… or being around too many people.”
Yeonjun’s brows lifted with concern. “Do you want to leave? We can go somewhere else. I should’ve asked before bringing you here.”
Beomgyu shook his head quickly. “No, it’s okay.”
He reached for his wallet, offering his share for the food, but Yeonjun refused with a small smile.
“No need. I invited you.”
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Only You (YeonGyu)
Fanfiction(completed) In a world that feels cold and unforgiving, a quiet student carries the weight of sadness and pain, navigating life with numb footsteps and a heart too used to disappointment. That is, until he meets him-his teacher. Charismatic, warm, a...
