Requested by: Meanie15L1f8

Pairing: Meanie (Wonwoo x Mingyu)

Author: _VernonDicaprio

Started: 12/13/16 

Finished: 12/18/16

School. The only place where I can escape. Rules and punishment, the only two things I get to see at home. Apparently friends are a distraction, that's why I don't have any, why I don't get close to others, afraid that I'll be punished more, afraid that our friendship won't last long. But it's not very fun here either, at least its better than home.

I'm only 17, yet I've faced enough punishment to scar me for a lifetime. I try my best, but I always screw things up in the littlest ways. 

Summer break is over, I come back to school. I've found someone I'm willing to be punished for, that's something I never thought I'd say.

I roll my sleeves up as I headed for the bus stop. The weather was scorchingly hot, but I was too focused on rubbing my wrists to let it bother me, as they were still red from the punishment I got the night before. I was only five minutes late, but my parents don't take 'late' for an answer. Never have, never will. It technically wasn't even my fault, the bus was late, therefore making me late. ing Bus. Even though I hold a slight grudge against busses now, I still need to use them, walking for ten minutes didn't sound the slightest bit of fun.

Stepping out from the bus, it was like any other day. Students emerging from cars, some just hanging out as it seems like the heat didn't phase them. Just like any other day, I headed inside to class, twenty-something minutes before it started. I was never bored, while I was alone, I would throw paper airplanes into a trashcan, once more people started to enter, I would switch to much tamer things, like twirling my pencil.

Today's class was a bit different from the others. It didn't take me long to figure it out, really. A backpack lay on the teacher's seat, and glasses were placed atop of a black folder. New teacher, I thought. Out of all the times I'd been early for class, I'd never seen a teacher carry a backpack that worn out before, nor have I seen any of my previous teachers wear glasses. 

Everyone entered, small group, by small group. We all sat there, minute by minute passed as we waited for our teacher to arrive. 

"Aigoo." The teacher spoke as he entered the room. He looked tired, as if he'd just ran around the whole school grounds. "Good morning everyone." He took a few seconds to catch his breath. "I'm tired, nice to meet you." He panted. The class couldn't help but laugh, including me. He then grabbed a piece of white chalk from the front of the class, and wrote his name on the board, Mr. Kim. "Now then, shall we do attendance?" He seemed to have caught his breath as he sat down at the desk and started calling names. "Choi Jisoo, Choi Nayoung, Lee Subin..." 

I never thought much about attendance, until he reached my name. "Jeon Wonwoo." I looked up from my book. Before I could reply, he looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't do anything accept for hold the stare. His eyes were soft, welcoming, overall kind in general. I was confused at the time, surprised, maybe even shocked. He could match my name to my face, already? Yeah, sure I had a nametag on, but he couldn't of possibly read it from that far away. "Lucky guess." He spoke again as he smirked and turned back to the computer. At that time I felt it, something that made my heart feel fuzzy. An unknown emotion that could save me or destroy me. I didn't know what it was just yet, so I let it be.

Week after week passed. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that one thing. That one fuzzy feeling that kept nagging at me. Everytime Mr.Kim called my name, everytime he looked at me, I would sheepishly bury my face into a book, wether I was actually reading it or not. Each time he would laugh, then go back to what he was doing. I never had a problem hiding in the background, but now I find it harder to do that. Thankfully, I've been able to stay out of trouble, I haven't been late, I haven't dropped anything, it's been awhile since I've gone more than a week without having something bruised. It feels nice, yet I have to be supremely cautious of everything I do.

This school day was painfully slow. Lecture after lecture, quiz after quiz. It was torture, but that would be an overstatment considering how much I've been through in my life. Finally it was lunch, it felt like an eternity, but I made it. Everyday, I would head up to the roof. It wasn't very hot today, nice breezes have been blowing recently, it's beautiful to watch the trees sway in the wind. I appreciated this spot much more than I usually do, the stress and the pressure, it was an amazing feeling to just let go and relax.

Just as I was about to take a bite out of my sandwich, the door suddenly opened. My eyes widened as the person stepped onto the roof, glasses, tall, blue backpack. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Wonwoo?" Mr.Kim spoke. 

"M-mr. Kim?" I managed to say.

"Why are you up here? Shouldn't you be in the cafeteria with the others?"

"Shouldn't you be in there too?"

"Ahh... So Mr.Wonwoo actually speaks." He joked, I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I just thought, why not try something else for a change?"

He sat down beside me and we continued talking. No one had been able to make me laugh like he did, no one had ever talked to me as friendly as he did, it's been a long time since someone had been like this to me. So caring, funny, sweet, kind. The fuzzy feeling was stronger than ever, but we were too comfortable to let it get to me.

"So, how's family life?" He asked. I paused, what was I supposed to say so he wouldn't worry about me?

"I mean it's okay, I guess. It's better than usual." I stared down at my shoes to prevent myself from crying.

"That's good, that's good." He turned to look at me, and I to him. Our eyes locked, his weren't any different from when it happened during attendance. That's when the fuzzy feeling became clear, it was love. If my parents ever found out that I was gay, or even worse that I had fallen in love with my teacher that's 12 years my senior, I would be dead meat. He smiled and pulled my head to his chest. "The trees are beautiful in the wind, aren't they?" 

"Mmhm." I replied in response. We watched the trees sway, and my worries suddenly started to fade, but they still remained. My eyes closing, sleepier and sleepier.

"Wonwoo, Wonwoo." A voice whispered in my ear. "Wake up." My eyes opened to Mr.Kim extremely close to my face while I started to redden. What're you doing? I thought. He's a guy! Your teacher for goodnes sake! 

"Um... Y-y-yeah, I-I'll see you in class." Quickly, I scrambled to my feet, awkwardly speed walking towards the door.

"W- Wonwoo!" Before he could finish his sentence, I was already heading down the stairs.

Snap to your senses Wonwoo, he's a guy, my teacher! Only my teacher.

For the rest of the week, I avoided Mr.Kim as much as possible. No eye contact, no talking, no nothing. Every time he tried to talk to me, I would walk away as my heart shattered like glass. I could tell he was worried, but I convinced myself that it wasn't a matter I should care about. Every night I would cry myself to sleep, trying to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't awaken my parents. My heart broke just at the thought of him, I felt guilty, horrible. I used up most of my strength to prevent myself from crying when I saw him in class or in the halls. Luckily, Mr.Kim hadn't gone up to the roof in awhile, it was my safe spot once again.

As I entered the school, it wasn't surprising that there were hundreds of students filling the hallways. Following along with the crowd, I suddenly felt a hand grab my own. As I tried to let go, they tightened their grip, pulling me around the crowd of people. It was Mr.Kim, I could tell from the start, I highly dobut somebody else would just grab my hand out of the blue. I wanted to let go, but my hand wouldn't let me. I wanted to run, but my legs were slowly turning to jelly. I wanted leave, but I know this problem can't be resolved on its own. So I followed him all the way up to my 'safe spot', afraid of what'll happen next.

"Wonwoo..." Mr.Kim spoke, clearly worried. He grabbed onto my shoulders as I looked down, not wanting to face him. "Wonwoo, please, just- just look at me!" I reluctantly shifted my gaze upwards to his face, tears forming in my eyes. "A- are you okay? D- did I hurt you? Wonwoo, I need you to talk to me. Please, I'm begging you." He wiped the tears that had fallen to my cheeks.

"I don't think I can." I managed to say under tears.

"Just speak to me, Wonwoo. I'm here for you. I just want to know what's going on, please."

"Mr.Kim... I think, I- I think I might like you." Unsteadily, those words slipped from my mouth. It was too late to take it back now. Mr.Kim cupped my cheeks, my heart was beat was quickening, I didn't know what to do. His face got closer and closer towards mine until our lips touched. His lips were soft and gentle, our kiss, passionate and slow. I quickly pulled away once I realized what I was doing. "I can't do this Mr.Kim, I'm sorry." I tried running away, but he grabbed my hand before I got the chance, he pulled me to his chest.

"I loved our conversation that day. Your laugh, your smile, I couldn't take my eyes off you. Why did you push me away Wonwoo, why?!" He held me tighter, pulling me closer to his chest. I could hear in his voice that he was in tears himself.

"M-Mr.Kim..."

"Don't worry Wonwoo, just tell me." He sniffled.

"I-it's my parents... I'm constantly getting punished whenever I do something wrong... If they ever found out I was gay, they would kill me, Mr.Kim! P-please, let's end this now, it'lL be better for the both of us." I said as I pulled away.

"Better? Wonwoo, if I can't have a happy ending with you, nothing in my life will become 'better'. If we end this now, I wouldn't know what to do with my life. So please Wonwoo." He clutched my hand tighter as he fell to his knees. "I will get you through this, if we do it together. I promise you, if we do it together, we will have a happy ending." I bent down in front of him and stared into his eyes. The way his eyes looked never changes, even in his saddest times.

This time I struck, initiating another kiss. This kiss was rougher than the last, but more passionate.

"I love you, Wonwoo." Mr.Kim whispered in my ear. "Never forget that, ever."

FIN.