My Professor [ Yeongyu/Beomjun]

4

Beomgyu couldn't stop fretting about the tutoring session throughout the lesson. He was sufficiently terrified by Prof. Choi that visiting his home would almost be suicide.

He was aware that Taehyun and Soobin were also anxious for him. They kept glancing at one anxious beomgyu and he could see their small eye conversations.

"That's all for today, then. Do not hesitate to ask me any questions if you have any." After Prof. Choi finished speaking, three girls approached him to ask questions–or to ask for his phone number for the hundredth time.

This hatred toward Prof. Choi existed from the beginning. It began two years ago, in the boy's bathroom hallway, during the fall. While copying from Taehyun's schoolwork, Beomgyu and Soobin were chatting in the restroom.

"Beomgyu hurry up! We need to head to class right away." Even though he was moving as quickly as he could, Soobin kept hurrying beomgyu.

"Soobin, calm down. We won't get caught. Almost no one uses this restroom." In response to Soobin's worries, Beomgyu laughed and wrote the final number. He waved the assignment in Soobin's direction,"—easy."

"Oh, yeah. Whatever, let's get moving."

Both of them stepped gently outside, checking the corridor to their left and right to make sure nobody was there.

"Clear", Soobin murmured.

"Soobin stop, we're not in some sort of mission impossible scenario."

"Choi Beomgyu, Choi Soobin..?"  They both went cold.

They're fucked.

"Y-yes..?" Beomgyu said as he slowly turned around. The sort-of-new professor was here. "What are you doing here Professor?"

Soobin shook his head and said, "he should be asking us that." Beomgyu looked at Soobin and gestured "please shut up, I got this."

Professor Choi furrowed his eyebrows and stepped forward, "I should be asking you two that."  He clicked his tongue, "You both should be in the class right now,  What are you guys doing here?"

"Professor, we were only using the restroom."

He asked in an almost sarcastic tone, "What were you truly doing? Tell me beomgyu.. I won't hesitate to call the principal here." He put his hands in his pockets, "and if i'm not mistaken, this isn't the nearest bathroom to both of your classrooms."

"We were doing our schoolwork, so please don't contact the principal"  He removed his homework from his bag. Professor Choi laughed as he regarded it.

"How did you come up with 2,468 for the response beomgyu without demonstrating any work?" Soobin couldn't hold back his laugh, "Hey Soobin, let me see yours too." He chuckled as he took hold of Soobin's. "Now, principal's office."

As he held their papers tigther, Prof. Choi grinned smugly and observed the enraged beomgyu. "If you're going to cheat, at least make it believable" and with that, he walked away without another word.

"Fuck." Soobin rubbed his forehead. "Let's go, Gyu."

"No, he simply turned and left. We don't need to go." Beomgyu said.

"Ohh right, Let's leave for class." Soobin sipped his banana milk and started to walk, with beomgyu close behind.

    Prof. Choi was always present when they attempted to do anything since that day. It irritated Beomgyu greatly. Soobin, on the other hand, always laughed and brushed it off.

Beomgyu sighed heavily and looked at taehyun, "I hate my life."

Taehyun chuckled, "you'll be fine, the real devil—or should I say devils you should be scared of are your parents.." Beomgyu hit taehyun in the head with a notebook.

"Don't remind me of them, please." He whined and sighed for the second time. "Fuck it, wish me luck guys the old man is gone which means I have to go too, bye." He got up, shook his head and sat back down. "Nevermind."

"Gyu, just go and get it over with." Soobin said.

"I agree with soobin, just uhh speedrun it.. lol" Taehyun did a cheesy smile. Tyun and Soobin pulled Beomgyu out of his seat.

"Goodluck." Taehyun said.
"Goodluck, RIP if you don't make it." Soobin said after taehyun.

"Soob-" Before he could finish his sentence, Soobin ran away to San's desk with a chuckle.

Beomgyu sighed again and slowly made his way out of the classroom.

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Beomgyu was currently in the street where Prof. Choi's house is. It looked oddly familiar.

"Where is it.." He murmured and then it struck him— "Oh my gosh." Prof. Choi's house is on the same street Felix's is at. This was good, though. If Prof. Choi was going to be weird and mean, I can just run to Felix's. He thought.

He walked some more while kicking random rocks on the road. "Oh." He said as he looked up at the big mansion sorta house, not even a bit surprised. "Of course, he's rich and has a fancy house. No surprise here."

He sighed and rang the bell for the gate.

"Who's there?" He heard Prof. Choi's cold voice

He gulped.

"Beomgyu."

The gate opened with a click and he didn't hear another word from Prof. Choi. Do i just go in...? Yeah. He thought while walking through the large yard with different plants, water fountains, and flowers surrounded around it.

He reached the three steps up to the front door, went up them, and rang the doorbell—again.

The door opened revealing a Prof. Choi wearing a white-shirt and gray sweats. This was in fact the most normal beomgyu has ever seen Prof. Choi, most of the time he either looked like a ai or a asshole.

"Hey Beomgyu, cmon in." Prof. Choi walked away from the door without greeting Beomgyu in.

"Hi." he said followed by a mutter along the lines of "Dick"

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