My teacher? Nah he's my husband

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

"Your teacher brought you here." That lifts his eyebrows. "Teacher...who?" The doctor looks at him in disbelief. "Him." She points at the man beside him. "You're a freaking teacher? I thought you're some trespasser or something." That man laughs at him. "That's why you should focus in the class kid. I'm your new physic teacher, Jackson Wang, and sir is enough. So, nice to meet you, Mark." He smiles at the pale boy.

"I'm not a kid and nice to meet you." He gives the man his not so sincere face before he turns to look at the doctor. "Can I go back now doctor? Laying in this bed is a bit uncomfortable."

"You can, and for tomorrow, I give you the permission if you want to take a rest at home."

"Thank you, doctor." Slowly he sits up and stands by the bed. "I'll be going first and thanks for the help sir." He bows at them before making his way out of the medical office followed by Jackson.

"Mark." He turns around and looks at his teacher. "I'll take you home so wait here."

"Oh, no thanks, I can go by myself." The truth is he doesn't want Jackson to see his living area because it is surrounded by clubs, drug addicts, gangsters and what more.

"You're still not feeling well and something can happen to you." He insists. "No, it's really okay, it's not that far don't worry." Jackson sighs at his student's persistence. "Are you sure?" Mark nods. "I can take care of myself."

"Fine but please be safe." Mark nods before heading to the class for his bag.

******

20:45 shown in his wristwatch. Mark gets up from his bed and starts to get ready for work. He walks down the streets about 5 blocks away and enters the club he works at. Ignoring the pain in his head, he changes into his bartender suit inside the locker room. Just before he could put on his dress shirt, someone pins him on the locker from behind, causing him unable to move.

'This son of a b***h again.' He sighs internally. "Mark baby I've been waiting for you, you're late today." His voice disgust Mark. "I came right on time sir." He tries to be nice.

"Hmm, I thought I could play a little with you but guess not. But what about tonight? I will pay as much as you want." That man says not so seductively beside Mark's ear. "Sorry, but I take no pay for that. Go find someone else."

"Ehhh but I only want my baby~." His hand started to touch Mark's body lower and lower. "This cute face and hot ass-" Mark throw a punch in his face, sending him down onto the floor. "Go find someone else to f**k or j******f yourself and for the last time don't ever come to me again! f**k off!" He shouted at the man. The aforementioned stand up while holding his throbbing face. "I'll get you someday kitty just you wait." He said with a smirk before went out of the room, leaving Mark alone, falling to the floor.

Single teardrop down his face. "Why did I end up like this what a sin have I done in my life mom...dad..." With a shaking body, he cries helplessly, finding an answer to the never-ending question.

Later that night he skips his work and went back to his house. He buries himself underneath the blanket on the bed, crying while debating to end his life. Every time he thought of that, his mom's words would always come to his mind.

"We live for a reason honey, whatever hardship you are facing now will come to its end. God has many things in store for the future, so whatever you are dealing with, just stay strong and fight till the end."

He remembers how he would always complain to his mom when he lost the hide and seek game with their maids. He always wonders why his mom would always speak about complicated things but now he knows why.

His crying becomes harder. Soon he falls asleep with a tear stain on his face.

- Exam shit

Exam season ended; all the teachers are busy marking the papers while all the students are playing around the school. As always, Mark is sleeping at his spot in the class.

Jackson pinches the bridge of his nose for nth today as he keeps on marking the papers. Almost all his students answer nothing but nonsense and some of them even left a drawing and some love note dedicated to him.

As the class teacher, he also needs to check his student's results wholly. He can still accept that they only fail for a certain subject and one of them is physic but the name at bottom of the list just went overboard and fail all his papers except for English. He looks at the name and turn out it’s Mark Tuan, his quietest student. And again, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

He knows he should do something about this kid because this is his last year and he will go nowhere with the way he is now. He sighs, throwing his body in his chair.

"It's no use, he will never change." He looks up and sees Mr. Min, an English teacher from his class handing him a can of coffee. Gladly he accepts it. "What do you mean Yoongi."

"It's no use messing up your head for that Mark kid, he will never listen. Every teacher has legit gave up on bringing the old him back but it never works, we just let him be." Yoongi words caught his attention. "The old him? Like how?"

"He was a very very very smart kid; he catches up on things easily and was once a bright kid with a laugh that could bring a smile on anyone's face who's hearing it. But now he's like a living doll, just keep quiet and won't leave his seat until the end of school." He said while marking the English papers.

"How did he become like that?" He digs in further. "Well, the only information we know is that his father died. So, there were many rumors saying that maybe he fell into depression and many students have been claiming that they saw a glimpse of him entering a club near the town but then no one ever really sees him there so basically no one knows what actually happens to him."

"Don't the teacher should find out about it, I mean, he is our responsibility."

Chapter 4

"We did. The school counsellor has tried to help him but he was never there at the appointed time and we even went to the clubs around the town but no one knows him. Then we went to his registered address but all we found was an old store that was once a café. We would always try to make him open up to us but he just won't say anything. The principal even arranged an extra class just for him because we see good potential in him but nah, he was never there. Now you see why we gave up on him."

Hearing that, Jackson sighs with lots of thoughts running through his mind. Yoongi pats his back and gives him an encouraging smile. "But even so, I believe he will find his way someday. I hope you will never give up hope on him, and help him as much as you can." Another sigh left his mouth.

At the end of school time, Jackson was standing right outside of F class, waiting for a certain redhead. As he expected, the redhead is last out of his class.

"Mark." The aforementioned look at his side and see his physic teacher standing by the door. "Yes sir?"

"I have something to discuss with you, follow me." Without any question, he follows his teacher to the office. The office is deserted as everyone has gone back already. They stop at his place in the office then Jackson hand him a piece of paper. Mark takes the paper and look at it. "What is this?"

"Your extra class timetable that will start next week." With that Mark hands him back the piece of paper. "I don't need this."

"This is not an offer but an order." Hand still in his pocket

"And I'm saying I won't do it."

"And I'm saying I will make you." Mark sigh at his teacher's persistence. "Look, just stay out of my business okay. I don't need you to tell me what to do."

"You do Mark. You can't shut everyone out of your life and keep on ruining yourself. You need to open up and let others help you." He takes a hold of the boy's shoulder and looks straight into his eyes.

"Then what? Watch them walk away after they had enough and leave me breaking into pieces? No thanks." Tears are brimming in his eyes.

"That doesn't mean that everyone will do the same-"

"They did." A teardrop flow along his reddened cheek. Jackson wipes it away with his thumb. Maybe he doesn't know much about that boy but he is sure the redhead has gone through a lot and it took a real big piece of him.

"But I won't. I am your teacher I hold responsibility for you so don't ever think I would let you go easily. It's okay for you to not trust me but please, just let me help you. I know that's what you need the most right now."

His teary eyes look up to his teacher's. As a kid, his mom always told him not to trust a stranger but he thought that maybe, it's time to make an exception. "Okay."

******

As promised, at the start of the week they start off with Math. School ended like an hour ago leaving Mark and his physics teacher in the class. They haven't been there long and Mark is doing better than expected.

He hands Jackson the answered question paper for him to mark. To his surprise, Mark got everything right only after a short guide from him. What Yoongi said was true, he catches up on things fast.

"You won't be needing this if you could only keep your focus in class honestly," Jackson said, looking at the boy in front of him. "One of my weaknesses is to keep my focus on something for a long time and plus, I'm always sleepy so I always dozed off even before school starts."

"Honestly just how many hours do you sleep at night?" He asks with a questioning look. That caught Mark off guard "Well I'm just not a day person, that just how it is."

"I suggest you change that sleeping pattern of yours for the sake of your study and health or you will go faint around like before."

"I admit that I was not feeling well that day but I know how to take care of myself. Now, is there any more math things you want me to do?"

"Nope we are done for today but I got one question for you. Why is it you score your English paper and fail your Korean?"

"Not my fault that Korean is hard." He shrugs.

"Well, we are legit conversing in Korean right now."

"It's basically my mother tongue and I only learned Korean when my family moved here when I was 12 but even so, it doesn't help much because I was surrounded by people conversing in English so I only start to actually use Korean when I entered here but then I still don't use it much so except speaking, I'm still weak in writing and reading." That confused Jackson even more.

"Are you telling me that you're not Korean?"

"Well, I am not. By law, I'm American even though I live here. I'm from LA." Jackson facepalms himself. "No wonder I find your surname is a rarity here."

"Same to you sir. I'm sure the Wang's origin is not from here." Smirk plastered on his face.

"You're right, It's Hong Kong, and wipe that look off your face kid." Jackson squints his eyes at the boy in front of him and that earned him a laugh from that kid. Somehow that laugh sends a weird feeling into his stomach. "Stop laughing and let's go back now, I wanna roll in my bed as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Wang." He replied, making sure to emphasize the name and earning himself a death glare from his teacher. He can't help but laugh at him. Somehow, he found it's fun to tease the man.

"Thank you for today, sir," Mark said as they walk down the hall. "I'm just doing my job no need to thank me."

"By the way, why is it you that teach me math today, why not Mr. Nam?"

"Well, I organized this myself, basically I'll be teaching you every subject except English." Mark's jaw drops at that. "You're a physics teacher how will you teach me other subjects?" Jackson scoff at that. "Excuse me but I excel in my studies, only that physics got my interest." Mark nods.

They walk up to where Jackson's car at. "You sure you don't want a lift?" Mark shakes his head. "Fine but take care of yourself." Earning a nod from the aforementioned, he enters his car and drives away, leaving Mark walking his way back to his apartment.

- Field trip