Wooyoung felt like a school girl with a crush. Technically he was just a school boy with a crush, but tell him that and he'll tell you that you've ruined the metaphor. It's been exactly one week, and he couldn't focus in his second hour, god it was a hassle. He couldn't help but stare at Mr. Choi, he was so manly; yet he had such a gentle smile.

Wooyoung was nudged out of his daze. Yeosang and his boyfriend staring at the boy with disappointment. "Did you hear a word we said?" Yeosang uttered with a sigh, popping a chip in his mouth. "Uh, definitely," Wooyoung lied, shooting a smile toward them both.

"Stop thinking about your little teacher crush and talk to us," Jongho added. Wooyoung's eyes widened momentarily, "Shut up" he spat with a hard glare.

"You know, I heard Mr. Choi was married," Yeosang put out, eyebrows raised in boredom. Wooyoung felt his world shut down, "No way" he scoffed. "Yes way, there's totally a ring on his finger" he continued. Wooyoung shook his head, that can't be right?

...right?

Wooyoung huffed, "I think you're wrong, he's twenty-nine," the boy spoke as if it meant something. "Twenty nine is like the perfect age to be married," yeosang replied, glancing at Jongho who agreed instantly. "You're wrong," wooyoung repeated again.

"Look woo, it doesn't matter, he's way too old for you anyway" Jongho interrupted.

Wooyoung ignored them, he had to. It's not like his crush was serious or anything. Maybe it was, but why did that matter, he couldn't help but scoff. They don't know what they're talking about.

Is Mr. Choi really married? this is something Wooyoung would figure out himself.

Suddenly, Wooyoung rose from his seat, quickly grabbing his bag before leaving the lunch room. Luckily, this was Mr. Choi's planning period, lucky me. He walked quickly to the classroom, turning corners sharply, wanting to make sure he was the first there if anyone else had the same idea.

He stood in front of the door for a second before entering, knocking on the door politely. Mr. Choi welcomed him in gladly, "Come in," he spoke loudly. Wooyoung opened the door slowly, making his way toward the front of Mr. Choi's desk, where he typed away on his computer; black glasses sitting handsomely on his pointed nose.

God.

Wooyoung prayed to all the gods out there, because he was so close to just falling on his knees; not for the holy reasons.

"Is there something you want to ask, sweetheart?" Mr. Choi inquired, eyes set on Wooyoung with no particular emotion. Wooyoung's breath was caught in his throat, his thumb fidgeting with his sweatpants, his knees buckled.

Sweetheart?

"uh y-yes" Wooyoung breathed, inhaling sharply as Mr. Choi still stared up at him, the man would just not break eye contact.

"Well, i'm all ears."

"uhm.....i'm not very good at stats," wooyoung began sheepishly. That was not the reason he was there at all, but what could he do? Mr. Choi made him nervous to the point of nausea. "I saw. Wooyoung, correct?" Mr. Choi replied. "Correct"

"Not sure i'll remember your name, but i'll try" He joked, or so Wooyoung thought. "I'll accept any nickname you give me" he replied with a smile, moving his dark hair from his eyes. Mr. Choi followed his movements, eyes grazing his smile momentarily before moving back to his computer.

He cleared his throat, "so what are you here for?"

"Right, well...uh i was wondering if you offer tutoring" Wooyoung spoke, voice quiet and slightly shaky. "You're the first to ask, lucky for you i do. I stay after everyday, just come on in after school when you feel like it," Mr. Choi said, Wooyoung nodded.

"This is your lunch hour sweetheart, go eat" Mr. Choi chuckled, fixing his glasses. Wooyoung tried not to let the name get to him, but god. "I'm not hungry," he answered, Mr. Choi shook his head. "Bullshit" he whispered, eyes widening soon after. "Sorry, ahahaha, need to watch my language"

"no....no it's fine"

"as long as you think so," Mr. Choi spoke with a smile, "Why don't you sit if you'll be here until lunch is over" he suggested, pulling a stool from under the desk and pulling it beside him.

"Thanks"

"No problem kid"

"Don't call me that"

Mr. Choi chuckled, eyebrows raising. "And why not?," he questioned. "I just don't like it" Wooyoung replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Well alright, as long as you don't tell anyone i cussed, i won't call you kid" Mr. Choi decided with a small smile. "hmmm, deal"

"You won't tell anyone i cursed then?"

"Promise"

Mr. Choi smiled with satisfaction.

"It'll be our little secret then."