Sehyun's POV
"Victory for the Yellow team!" Mr. Weak legs pronounced with a wide grin on his face. Although he was assigned to the red team, at some point, he was now wearing a yellow headband.
"Sicking with the winning side huh," Jaewook said beside me noticing my attention remained on our P.E teacher.
"Life shouldn't be that hard," I mutter in reply looking down at my hand. The outer skin has been scraped from all that push and pull. It stung a little but it was more than enough reason to find Sensei.
"I—"
Jaewook grabbed my hand. "You got hurt? Come, let's go to the medic tent and have it properly taken care of." He said and began walking pulling me with him.
What in the world was wrong with this guy. We just met, why did he keep going out of his way….. why did it feel like he was coming between me and Sensei on purpose?
"I'm not a child, there's no need to keep pulling me." I say in protest retracting my hand from his. He merely gave a low hum not replying with his usual manipulative words.
Strange.
No, what was strange, this was how it ought to be.
Soon as we stepped in the medic tent, the smell of antibiotics hit me almost immediately. My face scrunched up, I rubbed my nose in slight disgust, my eyes searching for Sensei.
He was by the mini bed tending to a female student who apparently bruised her knee. His motions were very gentle as if he didn't want to further worsen her pain. My throat suddenly went sore. Getting hurt just to hover around him, isn't that seeking attention?
Her hand moved to push the hair obstructing Sensei's view and surprisingly, he didn't say a word. He merely let her do was she wanted.
Watching their seemingly gentle moment made my chest tighten.
The student noticed us first, "oh, the cute kid from the yellow team!" She gave me a slight wave which I ignored. Instead, I gazed around looking for a first aid kit.
Sensei seemed busy, I didn't want to disturb.
"Sehyun? Did you get hurt too?" Sensei questioned behind me. "It's just a scratch, it's not worth Sensei's attention." I huff in reply completely unaware of the irritation in my voice.
Jaewook grabbed a first aid kit from the top shelf. "Here, I'll help you disinfect it." He said softly. Naturally I'd decline but for some reason, I held out my hand without thinking. "Thank you."
I was sure Sensei was looking at me…at us but in that moment, I just didn't care. The air in the tent hung as awkwardly as possible. Once Jaewook was done applying the bandaid, I grabbed him by the hand and walked outside. "It's stuffy in here."
"Hey, do you know that student?" Jaewook asked me once we were headed back to the crowd. I let go of his hand, my gaze ahead. "No,"
"Then why do you look so pissed?" Jaewook probbed further. My steps halted. I looked at him, "i look pissed?" He leaned in as if to get a proper look at my face and nodded, "yeah, it's so scary, I didn't think Sehyun could look this mad."
I take a step back my gaze unwittingly flickering back towards the medic tent. "I—I'm not pissed."
"Uh huh."
He was about to say more when we heard a teacher's voice over the PA system. "Up next—100 meter sprint, participants please gather near the starting line."
Perfect timing.
"See you later."
I turn walking over to the starting line alongside the rest of the participants. It was still hard to get the fuzzy feeling out of my chest.
Jaewook said I was pissed… it was very unlikely.
There was no way I…
"Get in position…."
The voice cut through my thoughts once more, I shook my head. I couldn't afford to be distracted, winning mattered more now.
I got in line, my back hunched up, shoulders squared, my eyes steady, gaze ahead.
We heard the gun fire.
I took to my heels, pushing through the line, my shoes pounded the ground, arms driving, wind cutting past my ear like they wanted in on the race too, I shoved the lingering thoughts behind keeping my motions rhythmic like Sensei taught.
But I couldn't. I couldn't shake off the fact that Sensei didn't evade her touch. Instead he kept tending to her wounds like nothing happened with outmost care even though he was fully aware she did that on purpose.
That nonchalance bothered me more than I knew it. I hated it. Hated the bugging feeling in my chest, hated the thought of Sensei being with someone else…
I wanted to get away, I ran like it was my only means of escape. My joints strained from the hurt of my now frantic movements.
Go! Lee Sehyun!" I vaguely heard a chant that seemed to be from the yellow team.
The faster I ran through the tracks, the heavier my chest weighed, with every lap I took, the more I couldn't find an escape even with the finishing line ahead of me.
My vision blurred with perspiration, my breath coming out in heavy pants. I was close, close to winning…
Crack!
I had no idea how it happened, I never saw it clearly. All I felt was my body being pushed sideways, my foot clipping over the other— the brief weightlessness and then the track rushing up too fast.
THUD!
I hit the ground with a jolt that knocked my breath sideways, the world spun for a brief moment then blurred all at once.
My laboured breath was all I could hear, then the sound of feet thundering towards me.
A silhouette hovered above me, "Lee Sehyun!"
Sensei? I wasn't sure….
It was too noisy, my brain shut out every slight sound from getting past me.
I felt my body leave the ground and into someone's arms. A clean refreshing scent and the vague scent of antibiotics hit me before I caved in the darkness.
'I'm here… Sensei's here.'
**
My eyes fluttered open coming in contact with the pastel blue colored tent. My head ached and likewise every joint in my body. I made to sit up and at once, an excruciating pain shot up my spine. "Ahh!" I hissed sharply my teeth knocking against themselves.
It hurt.
"Lay still, you sprained your ankle."
"Sensei?" I looked over at him at once, he walked over dropping the tray of medicine in his hand on the table with a thud. He looked at me wordlessly.
I went quiet at his intent stare unsure where to look or what to say. "Sensei i—"
He made to help me sit up. "Does it hurt?" He probbed softly pushing my hair backwards. I shook my head then gave a jerky nod.
Sensei chuckled. "Does it hurt or not?"
I looked down at my now bandaged right ankle. "It hurts, it hurts I think I'm going to die." I reply in a small voice.
Perhaps getting attention wasn't that bad.
"I'm sorry," Sensei head dropped on my shoulder. "I should have taken care of you better. I shouldn't have let you join that race in the first place. If I hadn't then—"
Eh?? How did it turn out like this?
"It isn't Sensei's fault, if I hadn't tripped I wouldn't have gotten hurt." I say pushing him back so I could see his face.
"Sehyun didn't trip." Sensei corrected at once grasping my hand. I stare at him bemusedly. "What does Sensei mean? I-I-I fell over my step…"
"What do I do with you…." Sensei places a gentle kiss on my palm that causes me to shudder. "A student in the green team pushed you." He said tightly, his brows furrowed together.
Oh?
"I see…"
Sensei glanced at me, "you're not upset?" He asked. I shook my head. "What's there to be mad about? It's not like I'd win the race after,"
After all, thanks to them I am able to spend time with Sensei. Finally.
Then it hit me. Sensei and that female student.
I take back my hand from Sensei's hold. Trying to have me forget huh.
"Isn't Sensei busy? How come you have this much time?" I ask crossing my arms. "What?" Sensei gives me a 'what are you talking about' stare.
I pout. "Don't feign ignorance, earlier when I came in, Sensei and that female student…" the rest of my words died instantly, my cheeks heating up.
"Oh that? Was that why Sehyun looked that pissed?" Sensei asked titling his head to the side, a smirk on his face.
I turn my head scoffing at his words, "who pissed? That's nonsense…"
Sensei bridged the space between us, his finger bringing my face towards him. "Why? Was Sehyun jealous?" He asked in an almost seductive manner.
Eh?
My heart drummed against my ribcage. My eyes darted in my socket searching for a place to gaze at other than his face. "What does Sensei mean, I wasn't jeal—"
The rest of my words are cut short as Sensei pressed his cold lips over mine, claiming every breath.
For a moment, my eyes widened surprised, then fluttered close sighing into the kiss. Sensei's hand pressed into the bed as the other pulled me closer ravaging my mouth. He parted from my lips breathless moments after, thumb gliding over my slightly swollen lips.
"Lee Sehyun, I like your jealous side alot."