It Gets Better (HaoBin)

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Zhang Hao sighs the sigh of a man long-suffering when he sees Gyuvin's hand shoot into the air. Nothing good has ever arisen from him asking a question in his class. "What do you want?"

"Is it true that history is way more boring than literature? Mr. Sung says it lacks pizzazz."

Zhang Hao makes a distinctly irritated noise. "No, and you can tell Mr. Sung that if he wants to make baseless claims like that, he can say them to my face."

"History lacks pizzazz," Sung Hanbin says, grinning, from the doorway. When did he even get here?

"I will destroy you," Zhang Hao vows, ignoring the titters from his students.

Sung Hanbin smiles wider. That bastard. "I just wanted to open my students' eyes to the wonders of literature, Mr. Zhang."

"Get out of my classroom, you fiend. And be quiet, you," he says, turning back to his class. The little monsters are actually groaning in disappointment as Sung Hanbin disappears from the doorway with a wink. Zhang Hao will deal with him later. "Right. Let's get back to it after that unnecessary interruption. Park Gunwook, I swear to god, if your question is not about the Jeon dynasty, put your hand down."

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"You know there's an Instagram dedicated to shipping us," Sung Hanbin says in the teachers lounge later that day with barely repressed glee. He's trying to eat his lunch one-handed as his other hand is intertwined with Zhang Hao's under the table. "I don't know whether to find it sweet or a bit creepy."

"Definitely creepy," Zhang Hao declares, also struggling to maneuver his lunch with only one available hand. "These kids are devils."

"Mhm," Sung Hanbin says. "Sure they are. And that's why you gave up your lunch period yesterday to give Ricky extra help with his history essay?"

"You have no proof of that," Zhang Hao counters.

"You could just tell your students," Kim Jiwoong says, reasonable as always, barely even looking up from the papers he's grading.

Zhang Hao scoffs. "That we're married? Absolutely not. I'm not disclosing anything about my private life to those leeches. Who knows what they would do with that information?"

"Do you think they've written any fanfiction about us?" Sung Hanbin wonders aloud. "God I hope so," he continues, just as Zhang Hao replies, "They better not have."

"You're not worth writing about," Matthew cuts in from a table away, not even sparing a glance in their direction. At his age, Zhang Hao isn't convinced Matthew even knows what fanfiction is.

Sung Hanbin shoots Matthew a dirty look. "Don't you have biology things to be doing right now?" he says rather sullenly.

"Name one 'biology thing.' I dare you," Matthew taunts.

Sung Hanbin frowns at him, no doubt trying to summon any facts about biology he might've learned in high school.

"The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell," Zhang Hao says helpfully.

"That's what I was going to say," Sung Hanbin says immediately, even though it's obviously a complete lie.

"Great minds think alike," Zhang Hao says generously, pressing a kiss to the side of Sung Hanbin's head.

"Ugh," Matthew says, "PDA? Right in front of my salad?" So maybe he's more aware of modern pop culture than Zhang Hao thought.

"You're not even eating a salad," Sung Hanbin says, sticking out his tongue.