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Joonmyeon looks up, surprised, and then he smiles.
“You can call me Joonmyeon, you know,” Joonmyeon tells him, and Jongdae laughs nervously. “What’s up?”
“I just…wanted to…discuss, uh, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest with you,” Jongdae tries not to stutter.
“Sure!” Joonmyeon says. “Did you want to get a drink before you sit down, or…”
“No, I’m fine,” Jongdae says, sitting down at Joonmyeon’s table.
“You know, you’re such an excellent student; I’m surprised you haven’t been to my office hours before,” Joonmyeon says.
“Me too,” Jongdae admits. He runs a hand through his hair, reeling with the realization that (despite the fact that he’s at his professor’s office hours) he’s on a date with Joonmyeon.
“So, what was it that you wanted to discuss?” Joonmyeon asks, and Jongdae honestly hasn’t really read a whole lot of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
“I mean, I feel like the way McMurphy acts is really different in a lot of ways from the other patients,” Jongdae extemporizes. “He’s more…”
“Sexually aware?” Joonmyeon proposes, and Jongdae looks up, surprised.
“Well, yeah,” Jongdae chokes. “I guess so. I mean, he comes out in his whale underwear-Moby Dick, no less-and he had that lover who was younger than him…”
Joonmyeon sips his coffee. “I think what you’re noticing is that Kesey was trying to portray how important it is to express your sexuality.
“Yeah,” Jongdae says. “That’s what I was getting at.” He sits silently for a moment, and Joonmyeon looks a little confused. “Uh…Joonmyeon? How…like, I mean…how old are you?”
“Twenty four this year,” Joonmyeon smiles. “I know, I’m old, right?”
“No!” Jongdae shakes his head a little too vigorously. “No. I’m twenty-one already. And…I mean…I don’t know anything about you, you know?”
“Well, I mean, I’m your professor,” Joonmyeon says, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “What more do you want to know?”
“That…nothing really,” Jongdae laughs awkwardly. He stands up and gives his professor a little bow. “Thanks, professor.”
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Jongdae goes to office hours with Joonmyeon twice a week, each time toeing the line but never crossing it.
“Are you sure you’re a literature professor?” Jongdae teases. “You should be a model or something.”
“You can’t be a model when you’re this short,” Joonmyeon laughs. “But you could be, with your cheekbones.”
“I’m not that much taller than you,” Jongdae grins. He can tell that Joonmyeon is flirting back, and it makes him happy. It makes him really happy.
“Back to literature, you idiot,” Joonmyeon elbows Jongdae lightly, a grin still on his face, and Jongdae wants to kiss him more than anything, especially when he was the beautiful rosy blush on Joonmyeon’s face.
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