[NEW] [Seventeen Yoon Junghan's Bing-ui-geul] Why is the teacher's younger brother there? Episode 1

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To be honest, I never wanted to be class president. If there was one thing I promised myself when I entered high school, it was 'to be as ordinary as possible, and not to show off as much as possible.' I wanted to get through my senior year of high school by doing moderately well on tests, maintaining good relationships with friends, avoiding presentations, and even more so avoiding leadership roles. However, that promise was shattered three days after the start of the second semester. And it was also completely meaningless.

 

 

“I told you, you’re really the only one. Consider it as helping me and take care of me for this semester only.”

 

 

The homeroom teacher sat down in front of me, almost as if he was begging me. I looked at the class president’s papers neatly placed on the desk in the teacher’s office. I asked why it was me, when there were other candidates, but all I got was, “You’re the most trustworthy.” Whether he meant it or just meant that I was a “good listener,” I ended up nodding. I had to pretend to become class president through an anonymous vote.

 

After becoming the class president, there was more work than I expected. Surveying the number of people in the cafeteria, announcing events, delivering notices, and sometimes even running errands at the principal's office. Before I could even focus during class, things piled up in my head. When the kids were annoyed, they would say "Class president~" and pass it off, and I was exhausted from dealing with each and every one of them like I was an accidental victim. The funniest thing was when the teacher suddenly became friendly. The work I was asked to do kept piling up, but I wondered if adding "I'm sorry~" at the end of every sentence was an apology.

 

Meanwhile, there was a kid who strangely kept catching my eye. My classmate, Yoon Junghan. Even though we were clearly in the same class, I barely spoke to him during the first semester. He didn’t really create any groups, and he didn’t seem awkward when he was alone. How should I put it, he wasn’t the type to have a strong presence overall, but he was a kid who caught my eye. He had a neat uniform, a neat attitude, and a slow way of speaking. At first, I wasn’t interested, but after he became the class president, I kept seeing him.

 

Our first conversation was really by chance. One day, when the other kids were left to clean the classroom in preparation for the sports day, I was shaking and holding a broom when Yoon Jeong-han quietly stood in front of me and said,

 

 

“That one is upside down.”

 

 

What? I looked down and saw that the broom was facing the wrong way. I felt embarrassed and laughed in vain. I thought I was holding it correctly, but I guess not. When I said, “Oh, thank you,” Yoon Jeong-han walked toward the window without answering. That was our first conversation. He was somewhat blunt and not very kind, 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 strange. Jeonghan? Before I could ask, the teacher added, “Oh, Yoon Jeonghan. He’s in your class. He doesn’t say much, but he’s okay.” I just nodded. It was the first time the teacher had mentioned a specific student like this.

 

That afternoon, I went to Yoon Jung-han's seat with an envelope. "This, the teacher asked me to give it to you?" I handed it to her. Yoon Jung-han accepted it without saying anything, and then suddenly spoke quietly.

 

 

“You figured it out.”

"…what?"

“Don’t tell anyone about that.”

 

 

I didn't know what he was saying for a long time. But then I noticed the name written on the envelope that Yoon Jeong-han was holding. The name of the teacher in charge was our homeroom teacher. And next to that name, instead of the recipient's name, there was the word 'younger brother' written.

 

 

“…Wait a minute. You’re not—”

 

 

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

 

 

“Yes. My older sister.”

 

 

I kept my mouth shut. It was surprising that we were in the same class, but 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 of my mouth. Yoon Jeong-han quietly watched my expression and added this at the end.

 

 

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

 

 

The words were so natural and plain that I couldn't say anything else. I nodded. A strangely neither heavy nor light secret came into my hands. And thanks to that secret, I started to see Yoon Jung-han a little differently.

 

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