Ms. (?)
call summary â â
you and yeonjun since high school have had major rivalry. now you two are teachers at the same school, and your fiery bond hasnât broken yet. but the other teachers and students make you guys the hottest ship in school. soâŠwhatâs next?
pairings *. * yeonjun x fem! reader
genre â â
fluff, enemies to lovers (?) dunno its a little complicated, coworkers to lovers (?) again confusing...you'll see once you finish it, oneshot
warnings *. * a bit of cursing (just a pinch) :/, alcohol, a tinge of insults, bad grammar (english isn't my first language đ and Grammarly sucks)
featuring â â
chaewon, taehyun, felix
call duration *. * 3.4K
It was no big secret to the whole school about the immense tension between the sweet 10th-grade Math and Science teacher and the handsome music professor that almost every high schooler (whether you were a girl or not) drooled over. You and Mr. Choi's (aka Yeonjun) relationship with each other were rather tense and complicated. Youâve known Yeonjun ever since he overtook your place in the spelling bee in High school, spelling ubiquitous right, and ending it with a humongous, ludicrous, smirk sent towards your face. And once you graduated High school with high credits that got you into a prestigious college to receive your bachelor's degree, you thought that you would never see his stupid face again. But imagine your surprise when the same face youâve hated for years walked through the building doors, ready to greet you in front of your new classroom, the same smug smile on his face.Â
âYouâve worked in this school for four years, yet you still donât know how to properly use the printer, do you even qualify as a teacher Mrs. (L/n)?â You grit your teeth in annoyance, instead focusing on the papers that spit your worksheets for your lovely kids. âNo comment?â Yeonjun jokes, pushing around you to grab his own stack of papers, yet furrowing his eyebrows once he notices that the papers he printed out were filled blank. No ink or anything, just plain white copy papers looking like they came straight from out of a newly opened pack. âUmâ He tries to turn his body so you wouldnât notice his stupid mistake but you catch on right away loudly snickering. âI think you forgot to press the side button, againâ You grab your papers swiftly before quickly sticking your tongue out once his back was turned and rushing out as fast as possible towards your classroom. Composing yourself, you stick your head into your room to watch Ms. Kim who was playing hangman with your class.Â
âNope, thereâs no- oops your teacherâs backâ She stays seated in your chair, completing the word she was thinking about while you stride towards your desk, the class filled with groans and gasps once the expo marker marks the last letter, spelling out your first name. You notice but donât bother as Chaewon snickers, getting up so you could whisper your gratefulness in her ear. âThank you, god, I already feel a headache coming onâ you whine all while she understandingly pats you back before a devilish smile comes upon her cunning face. âWas it because of YeonjunâŠyou know I saw him hurriedly running after you while you were walking towards the printer roomâ. You sigh and instead glare at her giggling figure, youâd prefer not to feed into her mindless delusions. She takes the hint and opts to stride out of the classroom, of course not before butting her head back in for a final goodbye âAlright then, donât give your teacher a hard timeâ Chaewon finally leaves with a flourish and you could probably guess where she was heading next, ready to prey on her next cup of coffee. Which leaves you to turn back to your kids to teach.
âSo whoâs ready for more Quadratic Functionsâ you smile (still stuck on your friendâs comment earlier about Yeonjun following you), and the class breaks out in another round of cries, some even begging you to not pass out those papers in your hands.
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âMs. (L/n)?â
You turn around to face another of your co-worker, who taught the 9th graders, just a hall over, though it was quite surprising to see him in the breakroom. âMr. Lee, how may I help you?â you ask, politely smiling at the man who flashes a cheerful grin. âYou know, itâs ok to call me FelixâŠIâm pretty sure you call Mr. Choi, Yeonjun, right?â The mood was a little awkward as you shuffled around quietly nodding a brisk okay and sorry, before he brushed it off with a loud chuckle. âYour classroom?â. You were hoping that you actually reminded him about his own kids to teach since he was spending so much unnecessary time with you, secretly wishing that he could leave you alone so you could eat your lunch. âWe have a guest speaker who told me she could take over everything and that she was going to be fine on her ownâ. By now you were practically rolling on the heels of your feet, praying for any distraction of some sort. And it seems your quick prayers may have been answered because in came Choi Yeonjun with his own bento, confusedly staring at you and Felix then noticing the big empty and supposedly the best spot in the whole break room, which you were gonna sit in.Â
This idiot better not.Â
You clench your hands, watching the arrogant man take your place before being brought back to reality by a small cough, totally forgetting that Felix was in front of you. âUm soâŠI was wondering if you could- or wanted to eat dinner with me tomorrow, of course, no problem if notâ He looks at your wide eyes while trying to gulp his nervousness away. âA date?â you point towards yourself, both you and Felix unaware of the angry eyes watching you two. Yeonjun looked like a ripe tomato that was gonna explode. The blonde in front of you sucks through his teeth, letting out a small exhale. âYepâ Ok now, Yeonjun was furious and one half of him wanted to confront and stop the interaction and the other wanted to stay put and see what you would do. So he decides the latter, beginning to forget his lunch and instead spreading his legs to lean back on the couch, staring intently. âYouâre a great man, but I donât think Iâm the one for youâ You somehow get your words out, carefully picking them as they slip out of your tongue. âHow can you be so sure about the future, when youâve never ever even gone on a date with me beforeâ You swallow hard, senses running all over the place, and his pitiful face definitely didnât help. âIâm already dating someoneâ Your whisper was loud enough for Yeonjun to hear, making him sit upright eyebrows raised.Â
This was new.
Felix looks taken aback, mouth pouting in shock. âIs that so? you shouldâve told me the first time, then I wouldnât have bothered you anymoreâ He bows down, ashamed of his actions. âOh no, youâve done nothing wrong, but please donât tell this to anyoneâ Smiling he nods embarrassedly before gesturing that he was gonna stay quiet. âHave a great day!â he sheepishly skips out of the classroom and you continue waving, keeping the simple grin, it falling down right as his body was out of sight.Â
âYouâre dating someone?âÂ
Shit
You forgot that Yeonjun was in the room with you guys, tuning into your guyâs conversation. âWere you eavesdropping on us?â You already knew the answer. âItâs not eavesdropping if it was loud enough for me to hear, so are you actually dating someone?â He finally spoons a piece of his chicken in his mouth, though it was a bit weird that he actually started eating after you took your first bite out of your pizza from last night. Tired of his antics you decide to play along a little, nodding and smiling a little, a loud gasp led out by the male who was surprised by your confession. âIs he cute, or even good enough for you?â Yeonjun grumbles. You glance towards him with a huge grin âYep heâs perfectâŠbut donât tell anyone though, keep it a secret between the both of us and I guess Mr. Leeâ He continues to stare at you before turning back towards his meal, ears hinted with a tinge of red. The rest of the 15 minutes was quiet, except for a few bickers on the best sauce to go on a salad and the worst football team. It was almost the end of the period where you were finishing up your drink, smiling against the straw while your eyes peered at Yeonjun as he kept defending his point that when he was so into the discussion, his lidded eyes gaze at you, practically sending you into a cardiac arrest, leading you to accidentally swallow the drink through the wrong hole.Â
And after Yeonjun notices he blanks out, panicking along with you. âOh my god, are you okay!?â âDoes it look like Iâm okayâ you try to rasp but instead, you cough even more. He goes to kneel down next to you on the couch, slowly rubbing in circles into your back to calm you down and it works! Instead of full-on choking, you were left with little splutters in your throat. âHere drink some water, and try not to choke againâ he grins, handing you his water bottle which you gratefully take. Taking your fill of water, you notice the close proximity between you and Yeonjun, and you could feel the red slithering up your back and neck while you turn towards him to give him your thanks. âThank youâ God your noses were basically touching, and at school too! Youâve never been this close in your guysâ workplace so it sent a shiver of butterflies down your spine. âYou're welcomeâ He breaths and right when he looked like he was coming closer the bell rang sending you two flying apart.Â
âOh, Mr. Choi and Ms. (L/n)!â Both pairs of eyes shoot towards the unexpected intruder and you relax once you notice that it was Chaewon, her red lips tugged at the corners. âMs. Kim '' Yeonjun immediately gets up to bow and you quickly follow, a little flustered about how your friends caught you and your coworker so close together. âIâll take my leave, my 4th-period students are probably at my doorâŠMrs. (L/n), you didnât forget about the staff meeting after school right?â He lifts his eyebrows at your gasp, entertained while watching you dive for your phone and open up your calendar. And there it was, your little reminder on how you were scheduled to overtime and drive all the way home and then back to a bar so you could catch up with your other workmates, all arranged by the principal. You take a look at Chaewon who also pulled her phone out, shrugging once she met your gaze before erupting in a small laugh. âOf course, you forgot, I thought Math and Science teachers were supposed to be smart, I guess notâ He looks you up and down, letting out his squeaky laughs as he grabs his water bottle and bento, your face was frozen in shock and offense. âBye Mrs. (L/n), Ms. Kimâ He bows once more towards Chaewon and spares you a look before walking away.Â
âThe fucking nerve of that guy, you saw him!â She hurries towards you, slapping her hand over your mouth, not letting you speak another word. You look at her, a little startled as she pats your cheek gently. âDonât get too ahead of yourself, you need to go back to class Ms. (L/n)â She still holds your cheeks, her other hand moving your chin up and down to nod at her words. Her hands give you back your lunchbox, pushing you out of the room. âYour kids must be waiting for you, go back before they scribble something on the board againâ She waves a goodbye while you cringe, agreeing with her, leading you to fast walk back to your classroom. The last time you were late to your class, the whiteboard was filled with little doodles of you and Yeonjun, each picture demonstrating romantic actions, and they had their own little actions too. The kids knew very much about the cute (in your words revolting) atmosphere that you two teachers had. And they took advantage of it. Some of the lockers were filled with small drawings of yours and his initials in a heart. Yeonjun once even got a love note that had your name on it, which he still teases you about to this day. The birth of a ship name of you two was even made and is still stuck on a water fountain in the 11th-grade hallway. But by the time you got to your classroom, you knew you were too late. The board was already filled to the brim.Â
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The bar was packed with customers and through the window you tried to spy your own group, which wasnât too hard to find. All you had to look for was a shiny bald head that belonged to your boss. Almost everyone was there already, including Chaewon who looked like she was going to die from boredom. âYouâre not going in?â You turn around to face Yeonjun who was pocketing his keys. You smirk, âNope, was waiting for you, ladies firstâ He rolls his eyes playfully, yet taking your offer to lead the both of you into the bar. âHaha you're so funnyâ You follow him through the door which you held for him, awkwardly standing next to him, watching your group. âI knowâ. Waving back at Chaewon, Yeonjun and you stride towards the table. âOh my, Yeonjun and (Y/n), youâre here, we thought youâd never comeâ The principal slurs his words, all while checking you up and down which you grimace in disgust. âCome here (Y/n), sit next to meâ Mr Park lazily smiles, pointing to the empty spot next to him (which was forcefully cleared by him). You try to refuse but before you could get a word out, Yeonjun had already sat there. âYeonjun?!â The man exclaims, ready to scold him out. âSorry sir, but Iâm deathly allergic to shrimp and rather not sit thereâ Yeonjun responds, slightly dipping his head in respect. The only open seat had fried spicy shrimp next to it. âOh is that so, thatâs fine I guessâ Mr Park, slumps his cheek onto his palm, staring at you take the seat across from Yeonjun and next to Chaewon who hugs you excitedly. You knew that Yeonjun was lying and for a fact was definitely not allergic to any types of seafood, but you were extremely thankful.Â
âHere Yeonjun, drinkâ Mr. Kang pushes him a glass, but Yeonjun refuses. âIâm not drinking tonight, I have to drive back homeâ. Taehyun nods before turning to you, offering a drink, and you accept the glass, the bright boy (Currently a student teacher) pouring you the liquid. Conversations rise and die down but there was a lot of chattering at your table. As the night progressed so did your face, turning red and red from the amount of alcohol you were downing. Everything around seemed blank and normal until Mr. Park brought up a futile question. âIâve noticed that Yeonjun and (Y/n) always go home together and always arrive at the same time in the morning, has anyone noticed that?â. You and Yeonjun stop breathing in shock, even more, stupefied at the murmurs of agreement that arise from your co-workers. âW-we just have the same routes, thatâs allâ Yeonjun stutters, his black hair sticking to his face, chewing on his lips nervously.
â(Y/n)?â Chaewon shakes you out of your ogle towards Yeonjun, who was staring back at you too, eyes flitting the entirety of your flushed face. âYeah, heâs right, in fact, me and Yeonjun have a bus to catch, we should goâ. You try to stand up but the drinks coursing through your veins makes you stumble, the world around you spinning. âI thought Yeonjun was driving? He could stay a little longerâ A 9th-grade teacher pipes up, a lovesick look on her face as she looks at the man. Though instead of reciprocating her look and lightly clears up his throat before sending a formal smile towards everyone. âI have to wake up early in the morning tomorrow, itâd be better to go nowâ. Usually, no one would believe that very obvious lie but they let it slide, their minds under the influence of alcohol. Yeonjun walks towards your side, laughing at your attempts at walking, and swinging his arm over your shoulder to help you. Sure everyone knew that Yeonjun hated your guts but he wasnât that heartless. After a string of goodbyes, you both slowly slump out of the building, you sighing at the fresh air. Yeonjun titters softly at your swaying before looking back to make sure no one was behind him.Â
âAww is my baby tired?â You whine into his side, comforted by his large presence, his cologne making you sleepy. âShut upppâ. Yeonjun couldnât blame your fatigued figure, it was certainly tiring keeping your marriage a secret. Once you two were far away (and when he couldnât watch you struggle anymore) his hands slither down to your thighs and in a blink of an eye you find yourself dangling in a pair of strong arms. âJun what are you-â Youâre cut off to a sweet kiss and you happily take it, leaning more into his mouth, wanting to feel him more but he cuts you off from your need, instead landing you onto your feet so you could get into his car. His hands gently move the pieces of hair that stick on your face, eyes glazed with something so pure that it made you want to melt into the seat below you. He spots your squirming, turning his hand so the back of it, laid on your cheek. âDo you need to throw up?I brought plastic bags?â You smile against his cold hands, shaking a no. The silence felt comfortable, as Yeonjun decided to crouch by your seat still out of the car, still observing you with a delicate look, and his soft lips pouting at how stunning you looked. âStop staring at me like thatâ You whisper, taking his other hand in yours.Â
âBaby youâre the smartest woman I know, I didnât mean what I said today at schoolâ He snuggles into your cheek apologetically. Itâs been gnawing at him all day after he said that, feeling extremely guilty even though you knew he meant it as a joke. âI donât mean anything I say thatâs rude, I swearâ He continues on, giggling with you as he burrows his nose deeper, lips puckered to leave a trail of gentle kisses. âI know Junnie, I donât mean anything like that eitherâ. You slowly turn your face, capturing his lips in another kiss, noses brushing with each other as his touch feels scalding hot against your skin. âI really wish you could use my last name at schoolâ He sulks. âMe too, loveâ You pet his hair, threading your fingers in it, forcing him to release his (fake) glower. âCome on, let's go homeâ He leaves one last smooch on your nose before groaning while getting up, stretching his limbs. You reach over in the glove compartment to grab your rings, and when he gets in the car, you grab his hand to slide his on, his own fingers scrambling to slip your own ring on your hand. At last, he starts the car, and the rumbling engine almost lulls you to sleep. âYou could sleep if you want, I can tuck you into bedâ He looks down at your jelly figure against the leather seats. âNo I want to sleep with youâ He bops his head softly at you, starting to softly hum a song. But alas your eyelids felt droopy and heavy like a dozen rocks sat upon them, so you decide to close them for a second, and the last thing you heard was a little muffled but in enough volume to where it sent blood rushing around your body.Â
âI love you, Mrs. Choiâ
Bonus:
Chaewon walked out of the building a little after her best friend and coworker left. She wasnât going to deal without Mr. Parkâs nonsense any longer. But as she walked farther and farther she noticed a young couple, the boy carrying his girl. âI swear to god, Iâm going to sleep on the highwayâ she groans, walking faster to her destination so she could call for a taxi. Her eyes glance towards the girl, which looked like (Y/n), and the boy that twinned with Yeonjun. But thatâs impossible, Yeonjun carrying (Y/n) would happen when pigs could fly. Maybe she drank a little too much.Â
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*sooo how was it? Sorry this is my first one-shot, hopefully, they'll be better and longer ones in the future :) Ask me to be added to my permanent tag list.
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