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[fill] drink in the morning (1/?)

[anonymous]

um wow i've never posted here before and i wrote this all in one sitting and its really short so please forgive me this is probably really bad ha..ha..

i kept seeing kris and chanyeol eating food in the xoxo album shoot though so i thought i've give it a shot /hides

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Byun Baekhyun is a regular high school teacher. If you want to be technical, he supposes he would only be a very green, very inexperienced high school chemistry teacher currently substituting for one head of the Science department on maternity leave. It’s been two months since he eagerly assumed the position and it’s been two months of dealing with the most frustratingly handsome (or maybe just plain frustrating) teenage boys he’s ever met.

His typical mornings at Exo High kick off with a very cheerful Kim Joonmyun flashing him a winning smile paired with a “Good morning seongsaengnim!”.

“Morning, Joonmyun-ah”, Baekhyun responds with a toothy smile.

Baekhyun straightens his notes and looks through his planner, knowing that Kim Joonmyun has placed a shiny red apple on his desk once again. Baekhyun thinks its maybe the eighth apple he’s been given and to be frank it makes him want to well up in tears because WOW BYUN BAEKHYUN YOU’RE SUCH A GREAT TEACHER SOMEONE BRINGS YOU APPLES EVERY MONDAY. Except for the fact that he absolutely hates apples and more often uses the damn fruit as a paperweight than for nutrition. He’ll give it to someone in the staff room later, he thinks as he watches the student body president primly settle into his seat at the very front of the class.

Baekhyun wishes more kids were like Kim Joonmyun. He sighs as he watches more students file into the room at the faithful ding of the first period bell. As usual, students weave through the room and fill up the seats like clockwork. However, he’s not surprised to note that the two furthest seats at the far left of the room are empty. And will probably remain empty for a good deal of time. Its owners usually barg into class ten minutes late with an armful of - nope, not binders and textbooks - McDonald’s take-away bags. Its owners being the notorious Park Chanyeol and Wu Yi Fan, seniors and star players of Exo High’s football team. It’s safe to say the duo is treated slightly differently around here due to their reputations and achievements on the field. But not in my class, Baekhyun thinks, scowl tugging at the corners of his lips. Handsome and hot as hell as they may be, Baekhyun likes to think he has a zero tolerance policy for disobeying his rules in his classroom. It would be an understatement to say that Baekhyun is a bit of a control freak. After all, why else would you become a teacher if not for the feeling of hearing your own voice booming over a class of teenagers? Certainly not for the love of being an educator and for his love of children. Nah, definitely not.

He’ll do something about those two one of these days, he huffs as he glances at the class roster and begins taking attendance.

Re: [fill] drink in the morning (2/?)

[anonymous]

Exactly seventeen minutes into his lecture on electron orbitals (he would know, he checked his watch), Baekhyun is interrupted by the obnoxious slurping noises of Park Chanyeol drinking his very berry smoothie. Two well-built figures waltz into his class with a muffled, “Hey, saem” from the taller of the two. Baekhyun’s whiteboard marker comes to a premature stop as he turns around and directs his best attempt at a death glare at the back of the class.
Baekhyun watches as both boys take their seats. Chanyeol carefully fixes his hat hair before readjusting his snapback on his head.

“Go on, saem. Nobody’s stopping you”, Chanyeol grins and crosses his arms around his grease-soaked paper bag. He pops a fry into his mouth.

“No hats in class, no food in class and both of you are late”, Baekhyun says in his sternest voice.

“And the sky is blue and the grass is green and you’re just as cute as ever, Byun seongsaengnim”, Chanyeol responds cheekily. The younger boy turns to his friend looking for reinforcement. The other boy, eyes never having left Baekhyun, shrugs and raises his eyebrows as if to say what else is new?

“Park Chanyeol!”, Baekhyun barks heatedly. He glances back and forth between the two boys, irritated.

“We’re healthy, growing boys, seongsaengnim. Don’t take it too personally”, Wu Yi Fan (“my friends call me Kris”) snickers and there’s an attractive twinkle in his eye that definitely is the last straw for Byun Baekhyun. He can’t tell if he’s annoyed at how hot his face feels and how he’s probably blushing or how the two boys never seem to take him seriously. Nope, today is the day he will do something about Park Chanyeol and Kris Wu. His teaching career would carry on without a hitch and he would make sure of it.
Straightening his tie in what he hopes is the most intimidating way possible, he schools his features and refocuses his gaze on the two jocks.

“Both of you, see me in my room after school”, he manages in a stable voice. The class collectively goes “Ooooh” and Baekhyun carries on with the rest of his lesson, ignoring the stench of McDonald’s burgers and the heat in his groin.