Mr. Byun

5

I'm walking to my fifth period when I am pulled back into an empty hall and pushed against the wall aggressively. I wince as my back hits the concrete behind me. "What the hell-?" 

My mouth is muffled by a hand. 

Kim Jongin, that dumb idiot, shushes me and looks around. Students pass by but don't even notice us in this hallway looking hella suspicious and not to mention gay. I try to push him off, but the younger kid has a hard grip. 

"What did he say?" 

"The fuck are you talking about!?" I flinch from him as one arm passes me and hits the wall behind me. Fuck, we look like one of those couples. 

"Kyungsoo. Did you talk to him?" 

My eyes widen. It's only been one day. Sheesh. "Yeah, I did."

"And... what Intel did you receive?" 

I look around. "Do you have the money?" 

Kai smirks at me as his hand slides into his pocket. He then pulls out a ten and waves it across my face. He leans in to whisper, "There's more where that came from, now tell me."

I scrunch up my face and groan. This damn kid is annoying. "Well-" I wrack my brain thinking about our short conversation. "He eats lunch in the library." 

The boy hovering over me smiles and it could light up a room on his pretty face. "That's good stuff. Tell me more."

"That's it," I answer smugly. 

"What!?" His face falls. "That can't be it." 

"Yeah. This is how the conversation went. I said 'hey', he didn't answer. I said, 'I was looking for you at lunch', and he said, 'I eat in the library'. End of conversation" I grab the ten dollars from his loose fingers. " A deal's a deal. 

"That wasn't a conversation!" 

This time I flip our positions, I hated being held against the wall. My hand is now hovering him. "Don't hate the player, hate the game." 

It was then, we both hear a cough, and our attention turns to Mr. Byun who had an amused expression on his face. "You boys are gonna be late- though it seems like you're busy?" 

Kai flushes an unnatural color as he moves from beneath me. "Sorry sir-" 

"Might I remind you, no funny business on campus."

"It's not what it looks like sir." Even I falter unconfident in Mr. Byun's wake.  His eyes linger on mine as Jongin sneakily dips to get to class. That feeling returns... The one I receive whenever he looks at me. What is this damn feeling!?

"It's my planning." He says suddenly, and I'm caught off guard by the useless information. 

"It's my P.E time," I say stupidly. 

Mr. Byun wrinkles his nose. "I hated P.E when I was younger. You know... I have a lot of papers to grade, If you come to help me- I can email the teacher so you won't get marked absent." 

I look at him, relieved. He would really do that for me? "Please." I sigh desperately. 

My chemistry teacher chuckles with a nod and leads the way back to his classroom. For some reason, being in an empty room with Mr. Byun makes me more nervous then it should. He's not intimidating in the slightest- and yet here I am, feeling uncomfortably nerve-wracked. 

Mr. Byun sits in his black-leather swivel chair and motions for me to pull up a seat beside him. Which I do hesitantly, for the record. 

"So what shall I be grading? Mister." I pick up a stack of paper lying across his desk. "Wow, my period." 

He takes them from me with a smile. "You can't grade your own class." 

I see a glimpse of Sehun's name as he places the papers on the opposite side of him. He then hands me his fourth-period class and gives me the answer sheet and a pen. 

"Thank you so much for helping by the way." Mr. Byun says softly, and the deep tone of his silky voice made my heart react in a violent way. I grip my chest with my palm slowly. 

What's wrong with me? 

"Thank you."  I chuckle. "If it weren't for you, I'd be in P.E wearing an ugly uniform and running suicides. I'd sit here and grade papers with you all day." 

"Be careful what you wish for." Mr. Byun cracks a grin. 

The older man looks down at his papers, writing letters in perfect calligraphy at the top right corner. I sigh, even the way he writes is perfect. I stare at his side profile, and it sounds creepy I know, but I can't help it. It's so perfectly structured from his jawline to his forehead. He's so surreal. 

"Why are you staring at me?" He asks without even lifting his head.

Immediately, I retract and cough slightly. "You- you have something in your hair." I couldn't help but facepalm, goddamn Mr. Byun, what are you doing to me? I lift a hand and fluff a bit of his hair to make my lie seem believable. "Got it." 

"Thanks, Chanyeol." 

I can already feel the heat of a blush coat over my cheeks. 

My hand falls from his hair and brushes over his neck as it comes down. His skin is soft: too soft, almost like a woman's, and I shudder. "Sorry." I bow sheepishly.

Why is he having this effect on me? 

I quickly return to the papers at hand and we stay like that until the bell for the next period rings. 

"I'll see you in detention." Mr. Byun says as I leave. 

Girl, I'm your candy~