A dirty-olive haired man with green jacket and mask covered his mouth came inside the room, cold stare still plastered his face

 

“Morning, Daehyun hyung!” a blonde man greeted him as he smiled, he has chubby cheeks and milky skin which made him cuter, “Ohayoo gozaimasu.., Youngjae” the mysterious man called Daehyun muttered in reply, his voice was muffled by mask

 

Youngjae smiled, “take off your mask, is uncomfortable, you know” he said, Daehyun didn’t say anything, he just obeyed Youngjae and put his mask in his backpack

 

“oh.. I’m going to give the students about this task, is this too much or not?” Youngjae handed him a bunch of papers, Daehyun made a face on Youngjae, “you think I can read this?” he turned the papers to Youngjae, Youngjae looked at the paper before laughed awkwardly

 

“I forgot if you are a Japanese teacher” Youngjae admitted as he rubbed his nape, Daehyun rolled his eyes, “explain about the task” he suggested

 

“I’m going to give them a text about guiding, they must to explain the culture of Korea, our cuisine and many more in mandarin, and I’ll test them one by one when we go to City Tour next month”

 

“all with Chinese?” Youngjae nodded, “I think it’s too much, don’t you think about students who didn’t get a Chinese language lesson on their previous school? It must be really hard for them”

 

“so?”

 

“why don’t you just try about the opening and the closing, that’s all, and let them choose by themselves about the language that they want to use on the body of the text” he suggested

 

Youngjae didn’t replied him, Daehyun looked at him weirdly, “what’s with that face?” he asked

 

“nothing, I’m just amazed with the sentences, I didn’t think if you can speak more than 2 sentences in the morning”

 

Daehyun threw his jacket into Youngjae, “shut up!”

 

RIIIING!!

 

“um… Daehyun!”

 

“call me ‘sensei’, it’s already school time”

 

“ah okay.. sensei..”

 

“yes, what?”

 

“want to go to my home? I need your help to finish my task”

 

“correcting your students homework again? Nah.. I won’t!”

 

“aniya.., my task from university… are you forgot if I’m a student who teach students?”

 

“me too..”

 

“well, yeah…., so.. help me?”

 

“maybe…” Daehyun smirked

 

“Youngjae laoshi!” both Daehyun and Youngjae turned their head to where the voice came from

 

“I want to ask about this thing, laoshi” the woman said as she pointed to some spots on the paper that she held, Youngjae smiled, “yes, what happen, madam Jieun?” he asked

 

Daehyun glared at them, “can you two find another place? It’s my desk” he said in really cold tone

 

“mianhae, sensei” Youngjae bowed before walked away from his desk

 

-break time-

 

“you’ll go to my home, right?” Youngjae asked, Daehyun nodded, “but maybe I’ll go to your home at 16.00” Daehyun replied

 

“why?”

 

“bookstore” Youngjae just made an ‘O’ shape by his mouth, “I’ll wait you” Youngjae said before ran to canteen

 

-Daehyun house-

 

“eomma! I’ll go to Youngjae’s house” Daehyun yelled as he grabbed his helm, mask and motorcycle key

 

Daehyun glanced at the clock, “! It’s already 16.10” he cursed

 

-Youngjae’s house-

 

“aish! Really.. it’s hard.. the ideas ran away from my head!” Youngjae messed his hair, “it’s already 16.50, is he forget?” Youngjae asked nobody

 

Beep! Beep!

 

Youngjae looked at his phone, “Daehyun?” he muttered, “Annyeong haseyo…” Youngjae answered the phone

 

“annyeong.. is this Youngjae?”

 

“yeah I’m… who are you?”

 

“someone who has this phone, got into accident”

 

“Wha?! You must be kidding… you trolled me, don’t you?”

 

“it’s not the perfect time to trolled someone by the victim’s phone.. are you his brother?”

 

“no.. I’m his friend, how does he looks like? Does he use a black mask around his mouth and chins?”

 

“yeah!”

 

“geez! Where are you now?” Youngjae asked, his face showed panic

 

“Sam Kyung Hospital”

 

“okay, I’ll go there now” Youngjae ended the call even tough the other hadn’t reply him yet

 

-Sam Kyung Hospital-

 

“he is inside, right?”

 

“are you Youngjae?”

 

“yeah, I am.. why you can call me?” Youngjae asked again

 

“I was just punch number 1, because he must be activated the speed dial, so I just punched number 1, I thought it would be his mom, but it’s your number, you must be really special or closest best friend of him” the man replied

 

‘he put my number in the number 1of his speed dial..’

 

“can you tell me about the accident?”

 

“um.. he was riding his motorcycle so fast, I think he is in hurry because he looked at his wrist watch that’s why he didn’t see if there was a car in front of him”

 

Youngjae widened his eyes, ‘he remember it…’

 

“thanks for telling me..” Youngjae forced a smile, “yeah.. can I go now?” the man asked, “of course.. and thanks..” he replied as the man turned his heels and left Youngjae alone

 

He sat on the chair in front of Daehyun’s room until the doctor came out from the room, “are you his family?”

 

“um.. no.. but I’m his friend… by the way.. is he alright?”

 

“his right arm break.. that’s all”

 

‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT’S ALL, YOU VOODOO!!!!’ Youngjae screamed in his mind, “thank you..” Youngjae muttered

 

-ICU-

 

Youngjae sat on the chair beside Daehyun, “hey.. Dae Dae… wake up..”

 

“….”

 

“if I know you’ll become like this, I’ll just do my homework myself”

 

“….”

 

Youngjae looked at the monitor, “what’s with the number on the monitor? Why it keep increasing?”

 

“….”

 

“will you explode?” Youngjae asked again which made the number increasing faster

 

Thud...

 

“eh?” Youngjae looked at his hand, “you can placed your hand on mine.. why don’t you wake up now?” he flicked Daehyun’s finger

 

“need time to wake up if you fainted, laoshi..” Youngjae looked up and found Daehyun were smirked with a sleepy eyes

 

“don’t teasing, now.. cause I can breaking your other arm, sensei…”

 

“oh.. really? Want to try it?” he showed his left arm to Youngjae, the younger took the arm

 

“don’t forget if I’m a left-handed, kay?” Daehyun continued

 

“tch!”

 

“what a terrible wife you will be…”

 

“wife? Ya! I’m a guy!”

 

“it won’t change the fact if you are a gay..”

 

“how can you know that?!”

 

“your style… it’s feminine”

 

“bastard!”

 

“that’s why you’ll always become the bottom”

 

“whatever..”

 

“well… I need a bottom”

 

“you… are gay too?”

 

“but I’m the top.. not a bottom..”

 

“…”

 

“want be my bottom?”

 

“you confessing?”

 

“what do you think?”

 

“yes, but… can you change the ‘bottom’ with ‘boyfriend’? it’s.. weird, you know..” Youngjae blushed

 

“now.. accept or not?”

 

“okay..” Youngjae replied in low tone

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“it’s the most unromantic confession…”

 

“but you like it, don’t you?”

 

“stop teasing me! I hate you..”

 

“I love you, too..”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“oh.. and don’t smile that bright cause I’m the only one who can see that smile.. not that France madam or other teacher and all students”

 

“egoist!”

 

“don’t care…., you love me though..”

 

“JUNG DAE HYUN!!!”

 

“call me ‘sensei’, laoshi”

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