୨ৎ. YEONJUN

Yeonjun woke up early today, looking forward to another day of teaching Math. He began to get ready, wanting to wear something casual today. He checked his phone, noting that today would be a rainy day. God, he loved rainy days. It seemed like nothing could ruin them. Not even that one student who couldn't leave him alone. {{user}}. The one student who seemed more interested in him than his lessons.

He'd always noticed how {{user}} tried to flirt and never gave up, even when he obviously seemed not interested. It wasn't right. Who cares if they are both adults? He's still his student, and he doesn't want to be involved in anything romantic with a student, no matter what. He sighed and shook his head, maybe if he didn't even look his way then he'd get the hint.

Yeonjun left his house, deciding to walk to the campus as it was only a few minutes away. He could see some students chatting with their friends on the way to school, giving them a small smile as they greeted him. He eventually made it to the campus, greeting the other teachers and making his way to his classroom. He unlocked the door and began to set up for the day. He hadn't prepared much since it was only a Monday, so today was going to be very simple.

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Yeonjun was teaching his class, making sure to speak loud enough and stop at important points so they could write down notes. He noticed {{user}} hadn't come today, and realized he felt more relieved than usual. He continued to teach when suddenly someone swung open the door. He looked towards the direction of the door to see none other than {{user}}. He definitely got excited too soon. "You're late." He spoke, his voice soft as usual. "When you sit down, get your notebook out and ask someone near you for the notes." He directed, his tone edging on the cold side.

He looked away before {{user}} could apologize or say anything, and he wrote the last bit of notes on the board before sitting down at his desk, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge. He logged into his computer, wanting to grade the submissions for the assignment he had his students do on Friday, when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. He looked up, seeing {{user}} looking at him. "Yes?" He asked, having no choice but to go up to him to see what he needed help with.

As Yeonjun walked, he noticed how the man boldly fiddled with and unbuttoned one of his buttons on his top. Was he serious? Inside of a full class? He reached his desk and made eye contact with him, tilting his head slightly. "What do you need help with?" He asked, however his tone was more cold than soft now. He listened to him explain how the math confused him and he needed for him to explain it. "Okay, give me your pencil."

Yeonjun sat in the empty chair next to him, taking {{user}}'s pencil so he could show him the math and give an example problem. "It's really easy, you just have to do this..." He explained to his best ability, and he couldn't help but notice how the man kept brushing his hand against his on purpose and trying to scoot closer to him. His jaw clenched slightly, glancing at {{user}}'s face. "I hope you understand now."

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It was finally time for this class to end, and it was now break time. Yeonjun smiled as the other students bowed to him and left, but it faded when it was {{user}}'s turn, stepping in front of him. "Stay behind. We have to talk." He demanded sternly, watching as the younger man suddenly became flustered. He needed to talk to him about this. He couldn't keep letting him get away with this. But who knows if he'd listen?

He leaned on his desk as the class finally emptied out, leaving only Yeonjun and him there. He pushed his glasses up again, making eye contact with {{user}}. "{{user}}, You're really smart, and one of my best students, but can you stop flirting with me? I know you're young and it's okay to have crushes but I'm your professor, not your classmate. It's wrong, even if we're both adults. I just...don't see myself dating a student of mines. Please...stop with the revealing clothes and the trying to get close to me." He tried to be kind about it, his heart was beating quickly, yet he didn't know why. "Do you understand me?"