Mr. Byun

3

It's the next day in detention and I occupy myself by drawing on the wooden desks to pass time.

Mr. Byun walks up to me and gives a nod. "You do realize that vandalism is a crime right?" He bends down to my level and gives me a look. 

The look that adults give you when they want you to admit what you did wrong and apologize for it. I just ignore it however and continue with my artwork. "I'm using a pencil, I'll just erase it afterward." 

"That sucks. Your drawing is really nice, if only you drew it on paper." 

I halt my sketching and turn to face him not realizing how we were until that moment. "You like it?" 

"I do. I would take the desk home with me if I could." He cracks a smile. A beautiful, blinding smile. 

I look away quickly and go back to drawing. "How old are you?" 

He gets up and walks back towards the teacher's desk, hopping on it and sitting crisscross. "Me? I'm 28. Turning 29 in May." 

I drop my pencil in shock but now I don't care to finish it. "You're 28!? You look like my age, 24 at the most." 

He chuckles. "I get that a lot. I just have good genes." 

"Are you single?" I blurt. 

Baekhyun stops grinning and looks at me. "Chanyeol, that's not an appropriate question for a teacher." He doesn't sound mad, but it did sound like he was scolding me. 

"I'm sorry. You're right." 

He sighs and runs a hand through his wavy hair where the sun catches it slightly. It's auburn. I note. "Well. If you must know. I am dating someone, Two years on Friday." 

I purse my lips taking in what he said. "She must be pretty hot," I smirk. I could imagine it now, Mr. Byun the extremely dashing 28-year-old Chemistry teacher with his flawless model girlfriend. She probably has long dark hair and tan skin that's pale in the right places. Suddenly, I get jealous. But the weird thing is I'm jealous of her. 

Why am I jealous of her? I should be jealous of him. 

"That's enough." He says softly and goes behind his desk to look for something. "Looks like there are no erasers in here, go to the library and get one please?" 

The library is right beside the detention room so it doesn't take me long to borrow one of those colored 'big mistake' erasers from the librarian and come back. But for the first time, I don't want to erase what I had mindlessly drawn. So I do it with reluctance.  

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"Mommy," I say in a singsong voice. I go to hug her, wiping my cheeks on hers. 

"Ew. You're sweaty." She pushes me away from the couch and wipes her cheeks with her shirt. I laugh and open my arms wider, enveloping her in my manly scent and pheromones regardless of her protesting. 

"You're the one who's making me ride my bike home." I remind her with a playful glare. 

I've been asking my mom for a car since I turned 16, but she insists that I wait until I'm 19. Though, I already have my license and everything. 

"Next time think about that when you are going to get yourself in trouble. Detention wasn't enough to punish you so probably transporting yourself to and from school the hard way will do it." She then slapped my thighs. "You'll gain some leg muscles. Thank me later." 

The hard smack only contributed to the stinging sensation and I gasped in pain. "Where's Katie?" 

"She's upstairs doing homework. Tell her that pizza should be here anytime soon." 

"We're getting pizza!?" 

"Not for you, detention boy, you get Ceaser salad." 

I shoot her the dirtiest look I could, knowing she's joking... at least, I hope she is.

Sorry the chapter's so short. It's just a filler chapter. I'm still mapping out how I want the chanbaek relationship to start. Smh