it all started as a summer fling in korea. the summer before i began senior year. i didn't think he'd become my teacher. i mean we just hooked up a couple times. you know. we spent the whole two months together. it was just a fling. and now as i'm sitting here in my third period. i make eye contact with him. his face ghost pale. tongue gracing his soft plumped lips. his eyes moving up & down, side-side. not knowing if he should even look at me for longer than a second. the memories of that summer. making an appearance. he clears his throat once the bell rings. and then he speaks ever so lightly. "good morning class, i'm mr. park." "you're ap korean teacher." -
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