001 - Teacher, Teacher
Title : 100 Fic Challenge, Infinite
Author: mushnrice
Pairing : Many different pairings
Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Student / Teacher
001 - Woohyun / Sunggyu
When Nam Woohyun was 8 years old...
A thin hand rose to push at thick framed glasses, then both hands moved to hoist straps of the bag pack further up his back. He was ready. Ready for another year of taunting, of teasing glances, of not so subtle attempts at bullying, oh yes, he was ready for school. And so he took that first step that would lead him right into the hell hole parents called school. And he stepped...
...Right onto a patch of mud.
He flew, oh yes, he did, Nam Woohyun flew, and landed with a squelch, and then roaring laughter was heard. A mental sigh ran through his head and he stood up, eying the crowd around him, roaring with laughter, slapping each other's backs...
He ran. Into the school. And crashed right into a teacher. The laughter escalated, and mortified, he sat there on the floor, staring up into the angry face of the teacher. Because you see, Kim Sunggyu had gotten mud on the head teacher's clothes.
He burst into tears.
When Nam Woohyun was 15 years old..
It was like middle school all over again. Gulping, Woohyun made to move from his spot under the tree, eyes blinking rapidly and owlishly from underneath his glasses. He landed with a thump that had the girls in the surrounding area wincing. He stood up, swiped his glasses from the floor, and bowed. The dental brace on his teeth was put on recently, and it made his teeth ache, and he didn't want to risk it, so he smiled at them hesitantly.
They giggled.
And he ran again.
When Nam Woohyun was 21 years old...
His hair was perfectly styled, messed into perfection. A hint of cologne could be smelt from close, the smell of pine and everything masculine. The geeky glasses were gone, replaced by contacts, the dental brace were gone, replaced by a stunning toothy smile that had girls and boys alike fainting left and right.
The frail thin arms were gone too, replaced by muscled arms, skinny twig-like legs replaced by firm thighs.
And he took a step. Right into the college. Without slipping or falling or anything. He breathed a sigh of relief. And took a second step. And breathed a sigh of relief.
At the third step, someone smacked into him, head right into his chest, and he stumbled backwards, nearly losing his footing. The boy, or was it man, wasn't so lucky, him falling backwards. Reaching out, Woohyun managed to snag the skinny waist and tug him upright. Thin frail hands resting on his chest, inflated eyes staring at him from behind thick framed glasses.
It's almost like me last time... Woohyun mused, staring at the open mouth. Without the braces. Remembering the people who had bullied him, laughed and teased him, he inwardly sighed.
And dropped the boy right onto the floor again. He landed with a cry of pain, spectacles flying off his face, students all around him erupting into laughter. Nam Woohyun smiled, his eye smile and the boy flushed red, and made a move to walk off.
And as he did so, he stepped on the thick glasses with his shoes, hearing a satisfying crack as the glass and frame broke under the sole.
A smirk crossed his face. And he walked off.
-
He learnt that that boy or man, that he had so unceremoniously embarrassed, was his homeroom teacher. Timid, shy, scared. The name was Kim Sunggyu, and he was known for his gentle demeanour around the school. Students took advantage of him, despite him being older than them.
Filthy poor, and he had to work to support his siblings. Woohyun almost felt bad for him. Almost. And then he shook his head, remembering the taunts flung his way before.
If he could stand 20 years of taunting, so did this man. He resolved to make Kim Sunggyu's life a living hell.
-
"Stop it, now!" Sunggyu was panting hard, wrestling against the hold that one of Woohyun's friends had on him. The friend had one hand around both the teacher's wrist, and his fingers were even overlapping the hold. "Let me go, and let him go!"
Woohyun just ignored him, staring down at the frail boy underneath him. Shoving his hands into his pocket, he brought up his right leg and swung it, kicking. The boy's chest heaved in pain.
"I'll report you to the principal, Nam Woohyun!"
Swinging around, he glared directly at the teacher, his hands were red and he was still writhing against Woohyun's friend. The man recoiled in fear.
"Let the both of them go," Woohyun said, simple sigh threading through the air. "It'll be much more fun seeing them run."
They were let go, and they ran.
Woohyun stayed.
-
He was sobbing, leaning over the wooden casket that held his brother's body, and as his shoulders heaved, a gentle hand was laid on it.
He stared out of puffy, tear filled eyes at the familiar face, without the glasses, and he willed not to cry harder.
And Kim Sunggyu held Nam Woohyun in a tight and comforting embrace that was unlike his shy and gentle demeanour.
And they stayed, beside the grave, even as Sunggyu fell asleep on Woohyun's lap, hands tightly clenched onto the front of his formal suit. They stayed, even as Woohyun stroked Sunggyu's fading bruise under his eye.
-
"I know how you feel. It sucks being bullied, doesn't it?"
Sunggyu jumped, the hand reaching out for the library book retracting. He turned to stare at another boy, glasses on his face, oversized clothes hanging loosely on his frame.
"Nam Woohyun?"
The said boy nodded, and took off the glasses.
"I was bullied like that too. For 20 years."
And a gentle smile crossed Sunggyu's face, and he brought a hand up, cupping one of the creamy cheeks, thumb stroking back and forth.
"That doesn't mean you have to bully them too."
Woohyun's calloused hand came up to wrap around Sunggyu's smaller one.
"Really?", he said, eyes falling shut, breath leaving him in a short huff. "Because it seems that since that happened to me too, I should repay someone else with it too."
-
"Let him go. Now."
The situation was re-enacting itself, Sunggyu struggling against Woohyun's friend's hold, a frail boy lying on the floor, gasping.
But this time it wasn't him doing the bullying. And it was his brother getting bullied. The leg lifted, and lifted, and then it slammed, right over Woohyun's brother's chest.
The crack of bone was heard. And Woohyun cried out. Light faded away from the same brown eyes that he had, an exact copy on his brother's face, and then the twitching hand stilled.
"Revenge," the boy muttered, stepping off his chest. "For when you kicked me 5 years ago in the chest."
And he fled.
-
When Nam Woohyun is 27 years old...
"Sunggyu, Boohyun, where are you?"
Pulling off the tight tie around his neck, he half expected his huswife to bustle into the foyer, all smiles and pink apron, along with his 4 year old son, bouncing and happy.
But no, they didn't. Woohyun walked to the living room, where he heard the television, and he smiled at what he saw. Sunggyu was curled up around another younger boy, both asleep, the television still on and flickering.
Swiping the remote off the couch, he switched the telly off and planted his hands on his hips, shaking his head softly.
He would have to make dinner tonight, then. Once, in a long time, for the lover who taught him how to live and let go, and for the boy whom they both learned to love.
Author: mushnrice
Pairing : Many different pairings
Rating : PG-13 - NC-17
Student / Teacher
001 - Woohyun / Sunggyu
When Nam Woohyun was 8 years old...
A thin hand rose to push at thick framed glasses, then both hands moved to hoist straps of the bag pack further up his back. He was ready. Ready for another year of taunting, of teasing glances, of not so subtle attempts at bullying, oh yes, he was ready for school. And so he took that first step that would lead him right into the hell hole parents called school. And he stepped...
...Right onto a patch of mud.
He flew, oh yes, he did, Nam Woohyun flew, and landed with a squelch, and then roaring laughter was heard. A mental sigh ran through his head and he stood up, eying the crowd around him, roaring with laughter, slapping each other's backs...
He ran. Into the school. And crashed right into a teacher. The laughter escalated, and mortified, he sat there on the floor, staring up into the angry face of the teacher. Because you see, Kim Sunggyu had gotten mud on the head teacher's clothes.
He burst into tears.
When Nam Woohyun was 15 years old..
It was like middle school all over again. Gulping, Woohyun made to move from his spot under the tree, eyes blinking rapidly and owlishly from underneath his glasses. He landed with a thump that had the girls in the surrounding area wincing. He stood up, swiped his glasses from the floor, and bowed. The dental brace on his teeth was put on recently, and it made his teeth ache, and he didn't want to risk it, so he smiled at them hesitantly.
They giggled.
And he ran again.
When Nam Woohyun was 21 years old...
His hair was perfectly styled, messed into perfection. A hint of cologne could be smelt from close, the smell of pine and everything masculine. The geeky glasses were gone, replaced by contacts, the dental brace were gone, replaced by a stunning toothy smile that had girls and boys alike fainting left and right.
The frail thin arms were gone too, replaced by muscled arms, skinny twig-like legs replaced by firm thighs.
And he took a step. Right into the college. Without slipping or falling or anything. He breathed a sigh of relief. And took a second step. And breathed a sigh of relief.
At the third step, someone smacked into him, head right into his chest, and he stumbled backwards, nearly losing his footing. The boy, or was it man, wasn't so lucky, him falling backwards. Reaching out, Woohyun managed to snag the skinny waist and tug him upright. Thin frail hands resting on his chest, inflated eyes staring at him from behind thick framed glasses.
It's almost like me last time... Woohyun mused, staring at the open mouth. Without the braces. Remembering the people who had bullied him, laughed and teased him, he inwardly sighed.
And dropped the boy right onto the floor again. He landed with a cry of pain, spectacles flying off his face, students all around him erupting into laughter. Nam Woohyun smiled, his eye smile and the boy flushed red, and made a move to walk off.
And as he did so, he stepped on the thick glasses with his shoes, hearing a satisfying crack as the glass and frame broke under the sole.
A smirk crossed his face. And he walked off.
-
He learnt that that boy or man, that he had so unceremoniously embarrassed, was his homeroom teacher. Timid, shy, scared. The name was Kim Sunggyu, and he was known for his gentle demeanour around the school. Students took advantage of him, despite him being older than them.
Filthy poor, and he had to work to support his siblings. Woohyun almost felt bad for him. Almost. And then he shook his head, remembering the taunts flung his way before.
If he could stand 20 years of taunting, so did this man. He resolved to make Kim Sunggyu's life a living hell.
-
"Stop it, now!" Sunggyu was panting hard, wrestling against the hold that one of Woohyun's friends had on him. The friend had one hand around both the teacher's wrist, and his fingers were even overlapping the hold. "Let me go, and let him go!"
Woohyun just ignored him, staring down at the frail boy underneath him. Shoving his hands into his pocket, he brought up his right leg and swung it, kicking. The boy's chest heaved in pain.
"I'll report you to the principal, Nam Woohyun!"
Swinging around, he glared directly at the teacher, his hands were red and he was still writhing against Woohyun's friend. The man recoiled in fear.
"Let the both of them go," Woohyun said, simple sigh threading through the air. "It'll be much more fun seeing them run."
They were let go, and they ran.
Woohyun stayed.
-
He was sobbing, leaning over the wooden casket that held his brother's body, and as his shoulders heaved, a gentle hand was laid on it.
He stared out of puffy, tear filled eyes at the familiar face, without the glasses, and he willed not to cry harder.
And Kim Sunggyu held Nam Woohyun in a tight and comforting embrace that was unlike his shy and gentle demeanour.
And they stayed, beside the grave, even as Sunggyu fell asleep on Woohyun's lap, hands tightly clenched onto the front of his formal suit. They stayed, even as Woohyun stroked Sunggyu's fading bruise under his eye.
-
"I know how you feel. It sucks being bullied, doesn't it?"
Sunggyu jumped, the hand reaching out for the library book retracting. He turned to stare at another boy, glasses on his face, oversized clothes hanging loosely on his frame.
"Nam Woohyun?"
The said boy nodded, and took off the glasses.
"I was bullied like that too. For 20 years."
And a gentle smile crossed Sunggyu's face, and he brought a hand up, cupping one of the creamy cheeks, thumb stroking back and forth.
"That doesn't mean you have to bully them too."
Woohyun's calloused hand came up to wrap around Sunggyu's smaller one.
"Really?", he said, eyes falling shut, breath leaving him in a short huff. "Because it seems that since that happened to me too, I should repay someone else with it too."
-
"Let him go. Now."
The situation was re-enacting itself, Sunggyu struggling against Woohyun's friend's hold, a frail boy lying on the floor, gasping.
But this time it wasn't him doing the bullying. And it was his brother getting bullied. The leg lifted, and lifted, and then it slammed, right over Woohyun's brother's chest.
The crack of bone was heard. And Woohyun cried out. Light faded away from the same brown eyes that he had, an exact copy on his brother's face, and then the twitching hand stilled.
"Revenge," the boy muttered, stepping off his chest. "For when you kicked me 5 years ago in the chest."
And he fled.
-
When Nam Woohyun is 27 years old...
"Sunggyu, Boohyun, where are you?"
Pulling off the tight tie around his neck, he half expected his huswife to bustle into the foyer, all smiles and pink apron, along with his 4 year old son, bouncing and happy.
But no, they didn't. Woohyun walked to the living room, where he heard the television, and he smiled at what he saw. Sunggyu was curled up around another younger boy, both asleep, the television still on and flickering.
Swiping the remote off the couch, he switched the telly off and planted his hands on his hips, shaking his head softly.
He would have to make dinner tonight, then. Once, in a long time, for the lover who taught him how to live and let go, and for the boy whom they both learned to love.