An English test and a pair of mismatched converse
summary. In which English teacher Chan and Kindergartener teacher Jeongin are young, dumb, broke and in love.
summer rain. I am obviously not projecting on Jeongin lol of course not ha ha ha ha. Anyways! Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated, feel free to make requests and let me know if you want me to add u to a tag list for my silly fics :)
other tags. sad Jeongin, sad and comfort, fluff, sexual humor, talk about economic issues and guilt (important for the story).
“Kids can’t write a paragraph nowadays.” Chan texted to his fiancé, sighing heavily as he dropped his phone on his desk, grading a test while still checking on the class in front of him, presenting the same test.
“You’re lucky that’s your biggest issue, i just heard a child tell me how he tortures his toys. You’ll be fine.”
Chan snorted lowly, immediately going back to his serious expression when he noticed some heads lifting to look at him. “Do you have any questions?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His students shook their heads, going back to their tests. “Good.”
“I asked if anyone had doubts before the test.”
“I didn’t had a doubt back then.”
“Didn’t have.” He corrected with a sigh. “I’m not gonna explain you in the middle of the test, Cho.”
“Gonna to.” The student tried to correct him back.
Chan raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his desk and crossing his arms over his chest. “Mister Cho, ‘gonna’ is a contraction of ‘going to’.”
Jun, one of his students, laughed, kicking the back of Cho’s chair. “You’re stupid, men.”
“Man.” Chan sighed. “Men is plural.”
“You’re so stuck up, You hadn’t got laid in a while, have you, man?”
“Bold of you to try and insult me with that grammar.”
“Bet he’s gay.” Another student chimed in.
“Wasn’t he dating miss Sana? The lab teacher?”
“Okay, time is up, give me the tests.” Chan said, getting up and clapping once. “Why are you staring at me? Pass the tests to the front.”
“He’s protecting his girlfriend!” A girl on the back gushed, making Chan roll his eyes with a sigh.
“I’m not in a relationship with miss Minatozaki, stop repeating that, I’m engaged, if you really need to know.”
“To a man, probably.” Jun said with a smirk.
Chan shrugged his shoulders as he collected the tests. “I don’t consider my relationship status relevant to the class, but if mister Jun gets a 100 on this test, I’ll spill the beans.”
“Don’t say spill the beans, that’s cringe.”
He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Get out of here.”
The whole 40 students hurried to grab their bags and leave as Chan organized his desk, until he felt a presence behind him. He sighed, same routine every day.
“What do you need, Miss Choi?” He asked, sitting on his desk and smiling softly at the girl, looking back at him with wide eyes.
“I started my project.” She said, voice small and shy.
“Congrats, you started almost a month early.”
“Can you check it please?” She asked, pushing a (rather big) pile of paper sheets.
“That’s… gonna take a while, miss Choi.” He said gently, grabbing the project. “I’ll take it home for the weekend and give you some feedback Monday, okay?”
The girl nodded, scrambling to mumble ‘thank you’s and go out the classroom.
And there it went his peaceful weekend forcing his fiancé to cuddle him.
He sighed, grabbing his things and going to the classroom next to his, knocking loudly. “Hwang Hyunjin, let’s go. I want to go home. See you at the car.” He called out before he walked away to the door at the end of the hallway, knocking loudly on another door. “Kim Seungmin, hurry the hell up. See you in the car.”
Chan walked out the school, giving polite nods to students crossing around his way as he went towards his car, getting in and resting his forehead against the steering wheel with a sigh.
“Long day?” A voice asked from behind him, making him throw the first thing he found towards it. “What the hell! Is that a box of paper clips?!”
Chan groaned, turning to stare at the voice he now recognized as Hyunjin. “Walk home, disgusting beast.”
“So rude! Innie would never treat me like this! This is why I’m going to be his groomsman instead of yours.”
“What are we talking about?” Seungmin asked as he got in the car.
“About fucking me!” Hyunjin says, all smiley and proud.
“Damn, does Binnie know?”
“Invite him to what?” Chan asked with a frown as he started driving.
“I’m not having a threesome.”
“Look I don’t give a fuck what you three do in your bedroom with Changbin but don’t try to pull me into that.”
Chan couldn’t drop them off at the house they both shared with Changbin fast enough.
Seungmin, Hyunjin and Changbin’s relationship was weird. It all started with Segunmin and Changbin dating, a couple drinks too many and a dumb seven minutes in paradise that led Seungmin and Hyunjin to lock themselves in a closet… for 70 minutes.
After that, the three of them were usually together, always indulging in threesomes, never dipping more than the feet into the idea of a polyamorous relationship.
Surprisingly, Changbin had been the one to suggest it, even being the first one of the three to mention their relationship to his family, who was so excited the baby had gotten not only one person to love him, but two, that they gifted them a home for the three of them.
Chan wasn’t one to lie, so he was totally capable of admitting that he was jealous of the throuple and their obviously thriving economic status, because while those three got a house as a gift for being together, him and Jeongin kept living in a small one bedroom apartment and probably would elope instead of having a proper wedding because ‘how could we spend so much money?’, according to Jeongin.
Ah, his fiancé’s economic guilt was so strong it could outweigh both of them together.
There were few things he wasn’t guilty of spending on: His fiancé (aka, Chan) and his little students.
He would always tease him telling him he was miss Honey from Matilda, with his cute little colorful outfits, his hair perfectly styled, jewelry carefully chosen, his classroom all colorful and filled with tiny little details in every corner, the fox plushies he had all over the room so his students could hug when overwhelmed.
But when it wasn’t that? The boy would shrink into himself when asking for anything. Chan had quit taking him grocery shopping after the younger had a borderline anxiety attack one too many times because the mere idea of spending that much money, even on necessities, suffocated him until he couldn’t do much more than cry over how expensive he was, how he would get another job (Chan refused way too many times, too), how he didn’t even want to get married because he didn’t want an expensive ring.
Chan couldn’t have cared less about that last part. He had good savings, he was just preparing to be able to afford a first payment on a small house in outskirts of the city, and he could afford a ring good enough for his love.
That didn’t stop Jeongin to become a sobbing mess when the excitement of the proposal wore off and he noticed that he wasn’t wearing exactly a cheap ring.
Chan sighed for the billionth time that day as he walked up to their apartment, opening the door to find his fiancé curled over their kitchen table, face buried into his hands and shoulders shaking with sobs.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, immediately dropping his backpack and pulling the younger into his arms, leading them to sit on their couch with him in his lap. “Love, I need you to stop crying and talk to me, are you hurt?” He breathed out in relief when he shook his head, tucking his head under his chin and rubbing his back gently. “Then we can solve it, unless anyone is dead, that would be hard to solve. Oh, God, is anyone dead?”
Jeongin shook his head again, trying to calm his breathing down.
“Calm down and we’ll talk about it, we can solve whatever it is.” Chan said softly, looking towards the random collection of school supplies and pair of tiny shoes, which made him raise an eyebrow. “What’s that for, love?” He asked, pointing at the table with his chin.
He regretted asking the moment that only caused Jeongin to cry harder, if it was even possible.
“What did I say?” Chan whined, throwing his head back against the couch. “Come on, get up, love, let’s make something yummy to eat, mhm?” He said softly, immediately getting up with him on his arms, walking the (very few) steps towards the kitchen, setting his fiancé on the counter and rummaging through their fridge.
He started cooking, stealing a few glances here and there as Jeongin slowly calmed down.
“Wanna talk about it now?” He asked gently.
Jeongin pouted, staring at his hands on his lap and swinging his legs slightly. “One of my little students broke his shoe and then his momma came after school and told me that she couldn’t get him new ones until next month because she had ran out of money buying school supplies and then I saw his little school supplies and they were the cheap ones that get broken and bad so quickly and it made me so sad that his momma is trying to get her baby the best and yet she feels like it’s not enough and then I thought about my momma and how she did the same for me and it made me so sad.” He said, immediately going back to sobbing as he talked.
“So that’s why you got little shoes and school supplies?”
“Yeah.” He mumbled, wiping his tears away.
Chan hummed, serving the food on a plate and pushing the fork towards Jeongin’s mouth. “Let’s go to the store over the weekend, let’s get the little one a backpack for his stuff.” Jeongin pouted, mouth stuffed with the food, evidently about to shake his head to deny it. “I’m not asking you if you want to, I’m telling you we will.”
“You need to go back to therapy, babe.”
“Is that the only word you know?” Chan teased, poking Jeongin’s cheek. “It’s okay, babe, we can do this, you don’t have to keep feeling guilty.”
“And that’s why you need therapy.” He said softly. “Now finish eating and maybe go take a shower, I’ll clean up here and then we’ll go to bed, okay? We can talk about our days then.”
“You brought papers.” Jeongin mumbled borderline dumbly.
“Ah, yeah, one of my students started her project and gave it to me to check it. Could’ve been easier to send it to me by mail but eh.” Chan explained, shrugging his shoulders as he went towards the shoe rack near their door and organizing their stuff, because Jeongin loved leaving his shoes everywhere but in the damn shoe rack.
He put his black dress shoes right next to Jeongin’s mismatched converse, one yellow, one black, with little stars that Hyunjin had embroidered for him on the black one.
“How was your day, babe?” Chan asked gently, straightening up again and organizing the school supplies on the table.
“Boring, but Felix is sleeping with someone new.”
“That’s what he and the gigantic hickey he had on the collarbone say.”
“Felix always ends up with vampires, I swear.”
“Ugh, that’s just like Seungmin with any man that can manhandle him.”
Chan rolled his eyes. “Those two are gonna kill me, Hyunjin decided I was gonna have a threesome and when I said I wasn’t he asked if he could invite you. Idiot.”
“I didn’t know we were having a threesome with Hyun.”
“Good because I’m kind of scared of that, because according to the rumors started by Changbin, Hyun likes it rough and… hell no.” Jeongin shook his head as he finished his food, reaching to leave the plate on the sink.
“No cuddles.” Jeongin said immediately, arms making an x.
“Come here, I’ll cuddle you.” Chan said menacingly, going towards the younger with his arms open.
“No! No cuddles!” Jeongin whined as he found himself trapped in the kitchen, and eventually trapped on his fiancé’s arms. “You’re warm.”
“You love that.” He giggled, immediately lifting him up, making the younger wrap his legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, making him pout.
“Stop rejecting my love!” Chan whined, waking to their room with Jeongin still on his arms.
He was gonna (forcefully) cuddle his future husband, give him a billion kisses and then fall asleep with him on their bed on their stupid tiny apartment, and tomorrow, they’d go buy stuff for Jeongin’s little student, and he’d pamper him.
