Our Secret || Choi Beomgyu

1.

Choi Beomgyu or Mr. Choi as he was called during school and work hours was the most popular teacher in the entire school, stealing the hearts of many female students and staff. You didn't get why he would be so popular besides his good looks and funny demeanor. He was young, too, which didn't make things better. His class was your least favorite. Math? Really? His classes were so agonizing. He would joke around a lot, meaning you would hear the giggles of the girls in your class, they were always giggling, even if his jokes weren't funny.

It wasn't until one day you realized just how bad you were doing in his class. You had a strong feeling you had just failed your recent math test. Mr. Choi began passing the graded papers back to the designated students, praising all of the students for scoring well. His mutters of "Good job! I'm glad you studied." filled your mind with so much suspense. You didn't study. You had told yourself before the test "I'll do it tomorrow." or "I'll do it later." but you never did. Never again were you going to put yourself in a situation like this, you promised yourself you'd study next time. 

And then he glanced up at you after reading the name on the paper. You felt the tension fill the room as he started walking toward you. As he took step by step to your desk you sunk in your chair, afraid of the bad score you would see written on your paper. He reached your desk and placed the paper down on your table before whispering. "See me after class, I have an offer for you."

His whisper sent shivers down your spine and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, turning them warm and painting them in a soft pink hue. Why were you feeling this way? Especially toward your teacher? You hated yourself for having dirty thoughts like this. None of these feelings would be lingering around if he wasn't your teacher, but they were and they kept lingering in your mind to the point you couldn't take it and raised your hand to ask if you could go to the bathroom.

Mr. Choi raised his eyebrows and smirked before blathering on, "Yes, y/n? Do you know the answer to the question which I highly doubt or are you going to ask if you can go tinkle?" He spoke in a joking manner which you didn't find funny. You heard the girls behind you giggle, whispering about how cute the teacher was when he joked around. You kept a poker face and answered him in a mediocre tone. "I need to use the bathroom, may I?" Mr. Choi's smirk faltered a bit but he stayed in his place and pointed his pen toward the door in a nonchalant manner as if he was attempting to act cool. "Be quick. I don't want you to be missing out on this class, especially with those grades of yours.."

You got up from your chair and grabbed your phone from your desk to take it with you, you took step by step to the classroom door but when you were walking past Mr. Choi's desk, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, his palm out as if waiting for you to turn something into him. "You said you needed to use the bathroom, not your phone, hand it over." He tilted his head with a smirk and he held his palm out even closer to your face. 

You roll your eyes and sigh softly before handing him your phone. He smiles warmly before nodding and saying "Thank you! Don't take too long in there or I'll have another girl check on you to make sure you didn't fall in the toilet, m'kay?" The same girls giggle at his joke again. You nod with a straight face and watch as he places your phone face-down on his table and you head out the door and where you wanted to be, the bathroom.

When you walk in, your footsteps echo and bounce off the walls, it seems like you are the only one there. Of, course you didn't actually need to use the bathroom, you just needed to get your thoughts straight, get your life straight. You stand in front of the sink and look at yourself in the mirror before pulling out your pink strawberry lip tint and gloss and reapplying it onto your lips, turning them the same pink hue that your cheeks had been when Mr. Choi whispered about meeting after class for an "offer" What was he even talking about? You didn't want to sound delusional but what if you were the only person he had said that to? Nah, there had to be at least one more person failing in his class besides you, the chances were just too small.