170 – Contempt Teacher
I could feel the glances in their eyes looking at a strange person.
It seemed like morning.
A person who has finished getting ready for work opens the door and comes out, and is startled to see me squatting next door.
The woman coming down the stairs from the upper floor also looked at me and gave me a puzzled look.
I see.
It may seem strange to others that I keep sitting in front of Minsu’s house.
Not even going into the house, but crouching in front of the door waiting for him is like a stalker.
When I got up, I was resigned to the thought that I would have to go home without being able to meet Minsu.
But just one last time.
Unable to give up, I opened the door lock and tried pressing any number.
The first four digits of his birthday are listed in the student record.
Next is the year of birth.
All the answers were wrong.
If you make a mistake more than three times, the door lock will be completely locked. When Minsu returned and saw the condition, he felt suspicious and could have reported it to the police.
No, I’m not trying to do anything particularly suspicious.
I just came to see you. If I keep standing in front of the door like this, people passing by will look at me suspiciously.
Minsu, I just decided to quit squatting in front of the door for you.
Making excuses to himself, Minsu thought about how he would have set the door lock number.
He is not the type of person who cares much about himself.
While he is incomprehensibly meddlesome and helpful to others, he is indifferent to himself.
So, he would not have numbered his year of birth or birthday.
Anyway, there is only one chance left.
If even this is wrong, you have no choice but to run away.
I slowly lifted the door lock and pressed the numbers one by one.
Recalling my memories with him.
The kid I bumped into in the hallway of school.
In some ways, it seemed like a fateful meeting.
Print flutters. He picked it up.
By chance, I lured him into the health room.
However, he did not accept it at all. He passes it cleverly and escapes with good timing.
They did not accept me until the end.
That topic kept coming into my mind and meddling with various things.
A boring man.
A man I hate.
So, I’m not really stalking.
What kind of woman stalks a man she doesn’t like?
I pressed the last number and unlocked the door.
“Ah….”
The door was opened.
Along with the joy of being able to enter the house, I felt an unidentifiable bitter feeling.
His door lock password was the four digits of Kato’s birthday.
It was truly his choice.
The child who rejected me until the end.
When he said he had a girlfriend, I thought it was just a formal rejection.
“You really care about that kid.”
I muttered to myself as I closed the door and entered the house.
The house was neatly organized.
White blanket, organized desk. Neat kitchen.
“Seup… ha.”
And the faint smell of sweat.
I covered up the boy’s unique smell with cleaning, tidying, and laundry, but I could still feel his smell, which I could not completely hide.
“What am I doing?”
Sneak into someone else’s house.
At this point, you can’t even make an excuse.
Yawning, I slowly entered the house.
I came in by chance, but now I was extremely sleepy.
I couldn’t sleep a wink because I was waiting for him at the door all morning.
“Wait just a moment… I’m just going to sleep for a bit and get up and leave….”
Just one hour.
I sat on the bed with a blank head and looked at the angled pillow.
“Ah….”
He buried his face on it.
“Smell. “It’s even thicker.”
The nose is moving. I took a deep breath.
“Ha….”
His body odor subtly mixed with the cozy scent of fabric softener.
Even though I felt like I hated it, I gradually fell into sleep.
***
After that, I fell into a deep sleep for not even an hour until he came home from school, but I quickly woke up and hid in the closet and was immediately caught.
Minsu kept pushing despite making ridiculous excuses, so in the end, Minsu gave in and went into the bathroom.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
What should I do?
I’m the one who’s weird right now.
He sneaked into a student’s house and settled in without even thinking about leaving.
“…… “This and that are all because of that kid.”
If you think about it, it was like that.
Of course it was my fault for trying to attack the student.
However, even after that, it was that child who continued to interfere with me and even told me not to die.
The thing that made me strange was that kid.
Besides, that arm….
Throwing your body to cover me.
Are you stupid?
You told me not to die, but how on earth is it wrong for you to take that kind of risk and get hurt?
Are you willing to die in my place?
That is ridiculous behavior.
My own death has no value.
In the end, people don’t know the ‘real me’, and even if they do, they just get cold and leave.
Even if I die, those who mourn will only mourn the fake me wearing a mask.
I do not attach any meaning to my own death.
However, the death of others is different.
I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t want anyone to die because of me.
I got nervous every time I looked at his arm.
I never asked you to protect me.
But if it happened because of me, I have no choice but to help.
I took off my gown and stood up.
I pulled the bathroom door handle and it was locked.
“Oh.”
I took a chopstick from the kitchen shelf and stuck it through the hole in the door.
I shook the doorknob while stabbing with my chopsticks, and the door opened lightly.
He was holding the shower head in the bathroom and screamed when he encountered me.
“Gwae, it’s okay! Because I came to wash you! Calm down, it’s hard with that arm, right?”
Raise your hand to calm him down.
Minsu, who held a towel to cover his lower back, stepped back and said.
“Uh, how…?” ! “It was definitely locked!”
“That’s not important, is it? I’m just worried about you… ! “Can you wash properly with that arm?”
Looking closely, I saw that his injured arm had been covered with a waterproof cover.
Even so, it would have been uncomfortable to be alone.
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It took a few minutes to calm him down as he begged to leave.
“Well, really, they just wash your hair.”
“Yes! The teacher was just worried that Minsu might slip on the floor and get hurt… “I had no choice but to come in!”
“There is no choice….”
He sighed and took out a bathroom chair and sat down.
“Yes. “Please leave it to me.”
I took the shower and poured warm water on his head.
Minsu bowed his head, held his hands together, and let out a sigh of resignation.
“Please wrap it up quickly.”
I approach him, squeezing shampoo into his hand.
Wet hair and nape of neck.
Below that, a pure white light.
I stared at the shoulder blades sticking out on his bent back without realizing it.
“Teacher?”
“Ah, ah… huh!”
Oh my. He almost lost his mind.
The moment when the arm that was raised followed the gaze gradually moving down the back, fell limply.
I barely managed to reach his head and give him a massage while lathering the shampoo.
“Please close your eyes and bow your head.”
Washing a boy’s hair. Because it was my first time experiencing something like this, I somehow felt uplifted.
“Teacher.”
“Huh?”
“You seem to be in a good mood.”
“Huh? Ah….”
I stopped humming and turned on the shower head.
“Okay, then I’ll rinse it.”
Rush away the shampoo foam with warm water.
He turned his head briefly and opened his mouth.
“Please leave now.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Why… “I decided to just wash my hair.”
“But the back is still left.”
Ignoring the man who was looking at me with a puzzled look, I took out a shower ball and put body wash on it.
“Now, now… The teacher was just worried about you… “It’s hard with that arm, isn’t it?”
Yes. It may be difficult to clean the front, but it will be difficult to clean the back.
I was considerate.
“I wouldn’t have anything to say even if I were shackled right now.”
“Huh? Radish. “What are you talking about?”
Without realizing it, I rubbed the lathered shower ball on his back.
I wiped the area between the shoulder blades that I had just been looking at.
I swallowed my saliva.
For some reason, I seem like a bit of a pervert.
I realized it myself, but it was already too late.
“…… Teacher.”
“Uh, yes! Why?”
“I’ve been rubbing the same spots since a while ago….”
It was like that.
I was only rubbing where my eyes could reach.
“I’m sorry!”
“Please hurry and leave.”
“You’re too much~”
I rubbed his side, going from top to bottom, along his spine and down to his waist.
“Keuuu.”
He trembled, making a sound that I couldn’t tell whether it was a groan or a laugh.
“Huh~? Does it tickle here? “The side was your weak point~?”
As he smiled mischievously and stretched out his hand, Minsu said with cold eyes.
“Teacher. “I feel like a pervert.”
“Ah… huh.”
The joke doesn’t work.
In the end, I listened to it. He’s a pervert.
Feeling embarrassed, I took the shower and washed myself, then stood up.
“The end!”
“Ha….”
Sighing, he lowered his head.
There’s nothing to dislike that much, right?
He looked down at him, thinking he was too much of a child.
Wet, flowing hair and white shoulders without any blemishes. And a wide back.
I really felt like I would get reported if I said I would clean it with my hands, so I couldn’t tell you.
It was a shame to leave like this.
Even just one thing.
If I didn’t benefit from it, I felt like I would regret it forever.
“Why don’t you leave quickly?”
Yes, I washed him.
It helped.
In that case, wouldn’t it be nice to play a prank at least once in return?
If you give something, you must also get something.
Of course, I couldn’t talk to him directly.
I made up my mind and stretched out my hand.
Pretending to be joking.
I carefully placed one hand on his back, stretched out my index finger, and swept it from top to bottom.
I was just planning to tickle it lightly.
He flinched as if electricity had run down his spine and let out a high-pitched moan.
I froze at that sound.
“Ah… ….”
I tried to brush it off by laughing and saying it was a joke, but the unexpectedly awkward atmosphere prevented that.
He flinched and glared at me before he said anything.
“I’m sorry! I just wanted to touch it! Sorry!”
I hurriedly left the bathroom, confessing my true feelings.
After a few breathtaking minutes passed.
After changing into his pajamas, he came out of the bathroom, rubbing his head, and looked at me kneeling down.
“What? “Have you gone yet?”
I shouted brightly while waving the hair dryer in my hand.
“Oh, I’m trying to stop you! It’s okay, leave it to me!”
What does it mean to be okay? I cried out, not even knowing it myself.
I couldn’t bear to look at him as he looked at me with such disdain.