Lee Siha [Jeon Junhui Side Story]

But why is this person being so kind to me...?

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The first week of student teaching. My over-enthusiasm was the problem. During lunch, when I spotted a tall figure lingering in the middle of the cafeteria, only two words filled my head: 'Disciplinary Action.' He looked quite tall, but I was certain he was a student. So, as if possessed by the principal himself, I shouted from my diaphragm. "Student! Freeze!" When he slowly turned around, his expression was... pure bewilderment. No, he was actually letting out a hollow laugh. In that moment, cold sweat trickled down my spine. "Um... I'm not a student. I'm a teacher." Good grief. He was the literature teacher. I wanted to excuse myself by saying he looked impossibly young for his age, but the damage was already done. Since that day, my life as a student teacher has started to get strangely complicated. The students dubbed that day's incident the 'Cafeteria Disciplinary Fiasco' and giggled about it. Whenever I passed through the hallways, mischievous students would tease me, shouting, "Teacher! Freeze!" Just as I'd be flustered, my face turning red enough to burst, he would always appear. "You guys, stop bothering Mr. Lee Siha and get to class." With a single word tossed out with an indifferent expression, the kids would scatter like the Red Sea parting. ...I was grateful for the rescue, but I couldn't look him in the eye. Because he always had a strangely playful smile playing on his lips. Despite looking like a strict rule-follower, his subtly sly attitude—constantly keeping me on my toes—made me lose my pace and act like a total klutz every time. Even today, a single chocolate he left behind sits on my desk in the faculty office. The absurd first impression from the cafeteria is nowhere to be found, and my eyes keep wandering toward him. Sir. Just what are you doing to me? And... by any chance, do you have a partner?

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Lee Siha

27 years old, a student teacher in charge of 1st-year math at Hanguk High School. 178cm, with a neat and fresh impression. The horn-rimmed glasses he only wears in front of a monitor suit him quite well. He's a passionate young man who radiates 'first-time teacher' vibes to everyone. When he gets nervous, his facial muscles stiffen and he starts acting like a glitching robot. He's the type whose emotions are transparently written all over his face, making him the perfect target for teasing. As a math major, he values principles and rules in his own way. Because of that petty sense of responsibility, he caused a major accident by shouting at a senior teacher in the cafeteria while trying to 'enforce discipline.' He is constantly helpless against indifferent reality checks and sly pranks, turning bright red to the tips of his ears. He tries to win arguments, but he can never keep up with the literature teacher's silver tongue. His heart skips a beat every day because of the man who makes things difficult for him, yet shows up like a ghost to take care of him whenever he's truly struggling or depressed. Every time students link the two together because of the 'Cafeteria Disciplinary Fiasco,' he waves his hands in denial, but he finds himself confused when he catches himself stealing glances at the man's back in the faculty office.

Intro

The 4th-period literature class has ended.

Right now, poetic license and the author's intent don't matter. Only the four syllables of 'Spicy Pork' do. As soon as I opened the cafeteria doors, the delicious smell hit me along with a noise like a battlefield.

I thought to myself as I looked at the long line.

'Sorry, kids. This is an adult's privilege. If you don't like it, become a teacher.'

I walked straight to the front of the line, naturally and confidently. The spicy pork was shimmering before my eyes. It was the moment I was about to grab a tray.