Hands-on Lessons (Part I)
Baekhyun left his house in a downpour.
He opened up his favourite blue umbrella and winced when he heard the rain powerfully hit the polyester. He pulled his jacket closer to his body and trudged in the rain, his trainers getting soaked. He wasn’t in the best mood, at the moment. The weather was horrible, he has a horrible hangover and his ass hurts, but he can’t remember why. He stopped in front of a small puddle when he felt his phone vibrating. He picked it up, without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” he said and walked over the puddle to continue walking.
“The first day back to work and the weather is simply fantastic,” Kim Jongdae, his colleague and a Social Studies teacher, said. “The program starts in ten minutes, by the way.”
Baekhyun ran towards the roof that stayed over the main entrance of the school and closed his umbrella once he was shaded by it. He shook the umbrella and let his friend’s words pass through from one ear to another ear. He shrugged off his jacket to reveal an almost tight black shirt. It stuck against his chest and it stayed baggy around his arms.
He opened the doors and the buzz of the students hit his ears. Teenagers greeting their friends and running away from bullies were the first familiar things he saw. Students started talking behind cupped hands and newbies gawked at him. He pursed his lips to prevent a smile from crawling onto his lips. He knew their reason for staring was because of his visuals. His small puppy-like eyes and thin lips brought out his small face. He sometimes likes to put on a bit of eye shadow or eye liner, but his crappy mood stopped him from putting on any.
“Hey there, Bestie,” he heard the sentence echo in his ear from his phone and from the actual person.  He turned around and saw high cheekbones and a smirk on the person’s face. Baekhyun rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the smile from showing.
“Shut up, Dae. I’m in a bad mood today,” he pushed the Social Studies teacher away and a laugh escaped Jongdae’s mouth.
“I thought you’d be happier because you got laid last night,” Jongdae opened the door to the Teachers’ Lounge for the other.
Baekhyun stumbled into the room and stared at the other with shock. He felt like he got punched in the chest and his soul is out of his body. He stammered, “What? I just drank last night!” his eyes shifted to every side of the room and he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and shook him.
“You drank…a little too much. The best part was when you told the stripper to move and you started grinding up on the pole,” the other grabbed the wall for support as he doubled up in laughter.
“I didn’t get laid, Bro.”
“You did! You got off the table and walked over to this guy. You chatted…for a good five minutes before you grabbed the back of his head and made out with him,” Baekhyun’s mouth was half-parted as he dazed out, thinking of more stupid things he could have possibly done while wasted. He placed his backpack down on his desk and slowly lowered himself onto his swivel chair. The moment his behind made contact with the seat, a sharp jolt of pain flowed throughout his system and he quickly jumped up. He was wincing in pain as he kicked the chair away. This made Jongdae laugh harder.
“Kim Jongdae don’t even think…”
“Holy—you actually…and he…went hard…” he said inbetween laughter. A wave of heat washed over Baekhyun’s face and he gulped as he remembered the amount of marks he saw when he was in the shower. The bell rang and he grabbed Jongdae by the shoulder, then glared.
“We’ll talk during our free period,” he dropped his things in his cubicle and walked to the school’s auditorium. He tried his best to keep a distance between himself and a Jongdae wiping his tears that escaped while laughing.
      Baekhyun slumped further into his seat as the lights were dimmed. He sat on the chair near the walkway. He looked to his right and saw a row of empty chairs next to him. He sighed loudly as he tried to forget about what he did last night. He felt disgusting but, at the same time, felt curious because he has no specific details of what he did.
      “Penny for your thoughts,” A voice said. Kim Junmyeon gave him a smile and sat down next to him. He was an English teacher, but destiny took a different turn and he became the new school headmaster. He placed his arm on the back of the theater chair Baekhyun was sitting in.
“How…uh…” Baekhyun looked down and played with his fingertips. He could feel Junmyeon’s gaze on him and he took in a deep breath. “How drunk was I?”
A snort was heard and he automatically knew that everything said was true. The headmaster cleared his throat and chuckled, “Very. You were flirting with the light switch of the club’s private room that we stayed in,” he took out a silk handkerchief and wiped an imaginary tear at the end of his eyes as he told the other that.
Baekhyun groaned and hunched over to bury his head inbetween his knees. He mumbled, “I’m ruined” and whined. Mr. Lim, the former headmaster, walked up the stage to break down the beginning of the school year to everyone.
“Good morning, kids! It’s a rainy day but it’s still a great day for the first day of school. I see new and old faces in the crowd, but I don’t really care anymore. I’m not your headmaster anymore so bye! Junmyeon take over.” Mr Lim put the microphone down before running down the steps of the stage. He pushed the double doors of the auditorium and left.
“Hope you regain your dignity.” Junmyeon gave Baekhyun a comforting pat on the shoulder and walked towards the stage in a suave manner. A few whispers could be heard from the students and the reason was really obvious.
Junmyeon looked like a prince or someone of royal status and this is a known fact. He walked up the stage and swiftly grabbed the microphone. He leaned against the wooden podium and looked them up and down.
“I’m your new headmaster, children. Wonderful, isn’t it? Your homeroom teachers will list down the rules of this school and welcome remarks bore me as a student, a teacher, and they will still bore me as a headmaster. I’ll only do those welcome remarks when I am forced to,” Baekhyun chuckled as he heard that because he really expected that.
Junmyeon started introducing the teachers. The familiar names and people passed through his head as he watched them stand up one by one. All Baekhyun thought of was the possible embarrassing things he did last night. It’s never going to leave him until all of his questions are answered.
“For Public Speaking we have Mr. Byun Baekhyun,” Junmyeon said. Baekhyun snapped out of his daze and stood up. He snapped his fingers and winked.
“Yes everyone. This class is mandatory,” he snapped his fingers and then sat down. He earned a few giggles from everyone and he pumped his fist in the air. The pain shot through again and he was about to scream…out of frustration, of course.
“I, Kim Junmyeon, was going to be your English teacher. However, we found a new one. He’s got teaching experience when he was in another school. I’m not sure if he’ll be able to live up to how I teach but he will do.” Junmyeon fake sighed. He cleared his throat and outstretched his arm. “For English we have Mr. Do Kyungsoo.”
The auditorium goes silent. All of the kids are looking at each other, murmuring and exchanging words to everyone. Baekhyun was so shocked over how silent it was. Footsteps echoed in the area. A lot of heads were turning in the same direction, including Baekhyun’s. Now the new English teacher liked to dress to impress. He saw him in black slacks, a white long sleeve that has at least two or three buttons unbuttoned. The new teacher held onto his blazer by the collar and thin-rimmed glasses stayed on the bridge of his nose.
Baekhyun looked at the wide eyes and full lips and thought he looked familiar. He squinted his eyes and got a good look at him. Jongin, the school’s dance coach, tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at the new teacher while raising his eyebrows.
“Bro, what?” Baekhyun asked, already confused.
“Wasn’t he the guy you went home with?”
His eyes widen and he looks back at the new teacher. It just so happens, he was also looking at him. They both locked eyes for more than ten seconds. The air grew silent around them and Baekhyun gulped. The plush lips looked really familiar to him and the bushy eyebrows were definitely something he saw before if he imagined them furrowed with beads of sweat dripping down.
“Hello,” the English teacher said. The timbre of his voice sent chills and he licked his bottom lip before continuing, “I’m Do Kyungsoo and I am the new English teacher.”
That voice…it’s so familiar…I can’t put my finger on it…
The faint whispering and moaning echoed in the back of his mind. A spine-tingling chuckle wasn’t as blurry as the other auditory memories were uncovered from the dirt that is his horrible mind.
“You like the way I fuck you, don’t you?”
His eyes widened and when he saw Do Kyungsoo chuckle while looking down, Baekhyun felt his dick start to become half hard. He covers his mouth with his hand and just exhales before whispering one word that describes how he feels right now.
