[NEW] [Seventeen Yoon Jeonghan's Bingeui-geul] Why is the teacher's younger sibling there? Episode 1

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To be honest, I never wanted to be class president. If there was one resolution I made when I entered high school, it was "Be as normal as possible, as unnoticeable as possible." I wanted to get through my senior year by getting mid-level exams, maintaining decent friendships, avoiding presentations, and even lessening my leadership role. But that resolution crumbled just three days into the second semester. And it was a complete failure.

 

 

"I told you, you're the only one. Consider it as helping me and just take care of me for this semester."

 

 

My homeroom teacher sat down in front of me, almost begging. I stared at the class president papers neatly placed on the desk in the teacher's office. He said there were other candidates, so I asked why it had to be me, but all he said was, "You're the most trustworthy." Whether he meant it sincerely or simply meant "a good listener," I nodded. I had to pretend to be elected class president through an anonymous vote.

 

After becoming class president, I had more work than I expected. I had to do things like census attendance, announce events, deliver notices, and even run errands at the teacher's office. Before I could even focus in class, my mind was filled with things to do. The kids would brush off any annoyance with a "Class President" and brush it off, while I, like someone who'd just happened to be there, was exhausted from handling each and every one. The funniest part was how the teacher suddenly became friendly. The workload kept piling up, and I wondered if adding "I'm sorry" to every sentence was really an apology.

 

Then, strangely enough, there was this one kid who kept catching my eye. My classmate, Yoon Jeong-han. Even though we were in the same class, we barely spoke to each other during the first semester. He didn't really form groups, and he didn't seem awkward even when he was alone. He wasn't exactly a particularly strong presence, but he somehow caught my eye. His neat uniform, his uncluttered demeanor, his slow speech. At first, I wasn't interested, but after he became class president, I started seeing him more and more.

 

Our first conversation was truly serendipitous. One day, while the rest of the kids were cleaning the classroom to prepare for the sports day, I was shivering and holding a broom when Yoon Jeong-han quietly stood before me and spoke.

 

 

“That one is upside down.”

 

 

"What?" I asked, looking down. The broom was upside down. Embarrassed, I chuckled. I thought I was holding it correctly, but I guess not. "Oh, thanks," I said. Yoon Jeong-han didn't respond and just walked toward the window. That was our first conversation. He was a bit blunt, not particularly friendly, but I was strangely concerned.

 

A few days later, my homeroom teacher called me again. He handed me a thick envelope, asking me to deliver a speech. "Can you take care of this for Jeonghan?" For a moment, I felt something strange. Jeonghan? Before I could even ask, the teacher added, "Oh, Yoon Jeonghan. He's in your class. He doesn't say much, but he's okay." I nodded. It was the first time the teacher had ever singled out a specific student like that.

 

That afternoon, I went to Yoon Jeong-han's desk with an envelope. "This, Teacher, is this what you want?" I handed it to her. Yoon Jeong-han accepted it without saying a word, then suddenly spoke softly.

 

 

“You figured it out.”

"…what?"

“Don’t tell anyone about that.”

 

 

For a long time, I didn't understand what he meant. Then, looking at the name written on the envelope Yoon Jeong-han was holding, I realized it. The teacher in charge was our homeroom teacher. And next to that name, instead of the recipient's name, was written "younger brother."

 

 

“…Wait a minute. You couldn’t possibly—”

 

 

Yoon Jeong-han chuckled. His voice was low but clear.

 

 

“Yes. My older sister.”

 

 

I kept my mouth shut. It was surprising enough that we were in the same class, but to think he was my homeroom teacher's younger sibling? Why didn't anyone know? No, why didn't anyone say anything? Questions flooded my mind, but nothing came out. Yoon Jeong-han observed my expression and then added,

 

 

“I won’t make you uncomfortable. But please keep my secret.”

 

 

The words were so natural and unadorned that I couldn't say anything else. I nodded. A strangely weighty, yet neither light nor heavy secret had come into my hands. And thanks to that secret, I began to see Yoon Jeong-han a little differently.

 

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