foreign space - poetry&prose

joyrene ○ when i kissed the teacher

everyone screams as sooyoung pulls back, opening her eyes to see bae joohyun pressing her fingertips to her own lips, looking astounded.

she has no idea how she got into this. but she knows that yerim is giving her the "you're in so much trouble" look, and that seokmin is opening his mouth to say what everyone knows already, but still will send the class into chaos.

"did you just kiss the teacher?"

and it happens so fast- the hushed whispers to the screams, to the laughs and the gasps, and the entirety of commotion in 34 students alone.

and she looks back to miss bae, who- oh my god. she was blushing.

she was blushing really hard, face flushed and ears red. and this is something sooyoung's class never sees- the calm and collected math teacher, who would never budge and definitely not allow this kind of behaviour.

it was only the first class, and sooyoung was regretting her entire day already.

although miss bae really does look like a fool right now, completely taken by surprise and - is she stuttering?

everyone is still talking over each other - "she really did that!" "park sooyoung, what were you thinking?" "look at miss bae, oh my god!" several people rub their own eyes, like it was all a dream.

and in the midst of commotion, sooyoung is so sure that she is so screwed.

but her mind immediately forgoes that thought when her focus fixes itself upon the teacher. and her breath holds, waiting for whatever detention she was getting.

then joohyun just smiles.

oh, she's definitely screwed. she can remember the progression of events now. yes, she has some idea.

raven strands of hair framing miss bae's face as she writes random numbers on the piece of paper. what was it again? laws of geometry. right.

"this is really not it. alright, so you have these two right? and when you put them together and realize that this cancels it out."

"okay," she answers uncertainly. "i get that part."

she also gets that their math teacher is actually a lot prettier than they all think - to admire from afar is one thing, but up this close?

joohyun tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, humming some tune sooyoung is unaware of. she's aware of her sadly newfound crush, which she feels, with this opportunity, she should act on.

and the teacher is literally leaning down at her table, directly opposite her for a perfect view. it also doesn't help that under correct circumstances, sooyoung can kind of lean over and-

wait a minute.

this is not the disgusting taste of drooling on her table. and it doesn't feel like it either. in fact, it's nowhere close.

she is pretty sure no one in this class wears vanilla chapstick too, so that only means-

she's suddenly conscious of the soft lips she presses her own against, and the brown doe eyes of her own math teacher, wide and shocked.

this feels good, actually. for some reasons she's sure she will beat herself over for in a few hours. and what could be worse than this?

right, kissing her teacher for a little longer.

which she will do.

because fuck it.

joohyun doesn't react to this, evidently too stiff to do anything. but that's okay. all sooyoung will do is savor how sweet her mouth is and how she likes the warm feeling in her stomach.

it's like she's on seventh heaven, and the world sits still for this.

which is the same feelings that hits her when joohyun's lips curl up, her finally having regained her calm. it seems a little timid, almost- but it's not disapproving either.

just normal high schooler behaviour, right?

"miss bae! are you alright?" one of the guys ask.

then miss bae stands straight and turns to the class. "class dismissed," she announces. "there's one minute until your next class, so i am expecting you to write down the questions you need to submit tomorrow. and that includes miss park sooyoung here. don't think your act of flattery will get you away with your growing amount of late homework."

everyone whoops at that while sooyoung scoffs in disbelief.

when joohyun walks out, sooyoung only stares at her back, letting out a sigh.

(she knows that when she goes home, she'll have collapsed onto her bed, muffling her smile against the pillows as she thinks of soft lips and raven hair.

what a mad day.)

- i wanna hug her!

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