As soon as she walked into the coffee shop, she saw him, sitting at a table. Their table.
Her fingers were tightening around her purse’s straps, her whole body stiff.
She didn’t know what to do, should she go on or leave as fast as she could?
When she decided to visit this place again, she never would have thought she’d find him there.
Her emotions and feelings were creating a battlefield inside of her, she didn’t know if she could face him, she didn’t know if she could endure speaking to him.
She almost walked towards him, but when their eyes locked, she knew she had to get out of there, she knew she couldn’t do it.
His face complete distorted when she saw her. His eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets, his lips slightly parting.
When he saw her turning around, ready to leave, he jumped from his seat and rushed after her, grabbing her wrist.
’______!’, he almost shouted so that the other few customers looked at the two of them.
Her hand still tight on her purse, she slowly turned her head around.
'Don't leave. Let's have a coffee together.', he said and looked with hopeful eyes at her.
She slightly nodded and started walking towards the table, hanging her purse around the chair’s backrest. Shyly, he followed her, sitting across from her, hoisting his one elbow on the table and burying his chin into it, a habit she knew too well.
Her hands were placed onto her lap, and she wasn’t looking at him, she couldn’t look at him.
The atmosphere was tense, stiff and awkward, neither of them saying anything.
After minutes of complete silence, the waitress came to their table.
'Do you know what you'll have or should I bring you a menu?', the waitress addressed her.
'A caramel machiatto', they said in unison and she felt her heart stop beating for a second.
‘Right away.’, the waitress replied and chuckled at their sync.
Now, she was looking at him, her eyes bigger than usually.
'I'm sorry. Reflex.’, he then finally spoke and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, chuckling.
Her heart was already hurting and it was only the beginning.
'Have you been well?', he then asked and grabbed his iced americano between his palms. She didn’t need to see what he was drinking, she already knew.
'Mm.', she mumbled and nodded a little. 'I've been well. You?', she asked, but she didn't want to know. She didn't want to know how he's been, she didn't want to know how well he's been after they broke up.
'Bad.', he then suddenly answered, looking down at his drink. His answer took her by surprise.
'Bad? Why?', she asked. 'I heard that you got a raise at the school. Have things changed since I left?', she asked and his heart started aching.
That’s right, she left. Like trash, she deserted him as if he meant nothing to her.
'Things changed because you left.', he answered and looked her dead in the eye.
She bit her inner lip, hardly trying not to show him how perplexed she actually was.
'Haksaeng, why did you come today to this cafe?', he asked, piercing her eyes with his, making her heart rip her chest.
Hearing him calling her like that again was too much for her, too many memories and flashbacks were drowning her mind.
'Then what about you seonsaengnim, why did you come? Did you perhaps miss me?', she asked, her tone just as ice-cold as his.
Suddenly, the waitress appeared, putting the caramel machiatto in front of her.
She hurriedly took a sip of it, trying to calm down.
'Of course I missed you. I missed you like crazy.', he replied and she almost choked.
He wanted to tell her all the things that he couldn’t these past months. He wanted to tell her that he felt like dying because he didn’t see her, he wanted to tell her that he wanted her back and that he loved her more than anybody else.
'I wanted to have a normal conversation, but it seems like that's not possible with you, seonsaengnim.', she said and put extra pressure on the last word.
Just as she was about to get up, his words stopped her.
'I never remembered you as such a weak student. Are you this scared of confrontation?', he angrily exclaimed at her and she stood still, looking at him.
'Hah! Look at you!', she mockingly huffed and gave him a sarcastic laugh. 'Are you actually going to call me a coward after what you did?', she said and he remained still. 'Do you think you're in any position of calling somebody else weak? After breaking up with me because you were too fucking scared that you might lose your job?', she was starting to get angry, blood rushing to her eyes. 'Your job as a teacher was more important to you than me, and you dare calling me weak? FUCK YOU.', she almost shouted and people started to look at them.
'Is that what you think?', he asked, complete shock written all over his face. 'Are you insane?! Is that why you think I broke up with you? Is that why you never replied to any of my messages? Is that why you never picked up your phone? The worst part is I could never even come to your home, because your mother knew that I was your teacher!', he asked, his voice becoming louder as well.
'That day, why couldn't you just listen to everything I had to say?! You just stormed out in the middle of my explanation. Is that why you changed schools, because you thought that was my reason?', he asked, so baffled he didn’t know if he should cry, scream or laugh.
'What other reason could there have been?!', she exclaimed loudly.
'I couldn't care less about my job as a teacher! You were so much more important to me than anything else concerning my life! Only one word from you, and I would have quit!
It wasn’t me I was worried about, it was you! If they would have found out about us, I could’ve easily found another job. But what about you ________, huh? If people would have found out, how do you think this would’ve looked in your school record? How do you think people would’ve looked at you, HUH?’, he yelled and she felt her lungs almost giving up on her.
'I didn't want you to be mocked because of me, I wasn't worth it! I didn't want you to suffer because of me, I didn't want you to suffer because your teacher fell in love with his student!', he continued and more heads turned.
She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know how to react, she was just blankly staring at him.
'But is it my fault after all? Even if I'm a teacher, how could I not fall in love with such a student? A student so beautiful and funny and smart like all the other ones combined? How could I not fall in love with a student whose smile is brighter than the sun?', he asked and his eyes were sparkling, his expression clearly showing her his frustrations.
’______, do you remember the first time we kissed?’, he then continued, and still, she wasn’t able to say anything. She was just looking with a painful expression at him. 'The day you stayed longer after classes, and you asked me to explain something to you. And then…then…you kissed me, so passionately and purely at the same time, and I realized, you weren't just a student, you were also a woman, a woman who craves and desires me just as much as I crave and desire her.', he said and wanted to touch her hand, but she quickly pulled it away.
'I can't do this.', she whispered, tears fighting to get out of her eyes.
She quickly grabbed her purse and walked towards the door, but he stopped her again.
'So what are you going to do?! Put your feelings for me aside?!', he yelled after her and stood up, and now the whole cafe’s attention was on them.
She angrily turned around, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
'I've been doing that for such a long time, I've become pretty damn good at it!', she screamed back, biting her lower lip and trying to control herself.
She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to get separated from him again, she wanted him to chase her, she wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be alright.
He slowly walked towards her, not caring about the other people.
He was in pain when he was seeing her cry and she was childishly wiping her tears with the back of her palm away.
He needed to tell her those words now, so it wouldn’t be too late. And he knew she needed to hear them as well.
’______, please forgive me. I never wanted us to break up, I never wanted for you to suffer, I just wanted to make it easier for you, but it seems like I failed miserable, please forgive me.’, he confessed as he was now standing right in front of her.
Eyes and cheeks still wet, she looked up at him, the tears still not stopping.
'Seonsaengnim…', she said in a sad, heartbreaking voice. 'Do you remember all the afternoons where we were sneaking around the school? Do you remember those days when we were crazy about each other? Do you remember how passionately you were kissing me, as if it was the last time you would kiss me?', she asked, and without wasting one second, he cupped her face with both hands and pressed his lips against hers.
He could feel her fingers clinging onto the back of his shirt, her body pressing harder against his.
The kiss felt so new, yet so nostalgic. Their tongues fighting, their lips extracting each other’s taste, their lungs sharing the same breath.
The few customers in the cafe started clapping, but they didn’t care.
They were finally together again, no misunderstandings, no feelings of hatred, no resentment. Their bodies were doing all the talking, and they understood each other better than they ever did.
Told you I’d be back soon, and here I am! With a Joonie scenario on top of that, woot woot!
I had loads of fun writing this, I’ve been thinking about this scenario all day long yesterday and I finally found the time to write it! Hope ya’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lemme know what you all think!
For the request: “Can you please make a scenario inspired by Ailee’s new MV with Joon but without him cheating and a happier end? Basically he could be her teacher and they were in love but eventually break up but in the end they realize they can’t stay apart. I just really love teacher-student relationships (for anon)”. I hope you like how this came out anon, let me know!!!!
Lots of love and see you soon, C! xx
NOTE: HAKSAENG = STUDENT
SEONSAENG(NIM) = TEACHER