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Christopher Bahng was feared by everyone.
His neighbors avoided prolonged conversation with him. His colleagues spoke carefully around him. His students, especially his students, sat straighter, spoke quieter, and never dared test his patience.
He was a high school physics teacher with a reputation built over fifteen years of absolute control. His presence alone commanded silence. Tall, broad-shouldered, perpetually dressed in dark colors, he moved through the halls like a storm cloud.
People often said he looked unapproachable. Intimidating. Cold.
It always surprised them when they discovered he was married.
More surprising still was you.
You were everything he wasn’t. Warm. Gentle. Smiley. The kind of teacher who kneeled down to tie shoelaces and kept extra stickers in her desk drawer for kids who needed encouragement.
You taught first grade in the same school, often slipping a small candy into Christopher’s heavy black work bag before he left in the morning, just because you knew he’d pretend not to care, and then eat it anyway.
Students adored you. Even the older ones. Seniors frequently wandered into the elementary wing, awkward and unsure, just to ask for advice on how to survive Mr. Bahng’s class. You listened patiently every time, offering calm reassurance and gentle strategies.
Sometimes you had to tell Chris to soften his tone. Sometimes he had to remind you that letting six-year-olds learn naturally didn’t always work when they were trying to climb bookshelves.
Somehow, despite being opposites, you balanced each other perfectly.
This morning began like most others. You woke to the smell of breakfast and found Christopher in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, quietly focused on the stove.
A few stolen kisses, soft laughter, and familiar comfort later, the two of you were in the car, heading to work.
The contrast was impossible to miss. He wore black from head to toe. You wore a light green sundress.
By mid-morning, you were in your classroom, helping six-year-olds sound out letters, celebrating every tiny success like it was a miracle.
Down the hall in the high school wing, Christopher was struggling.
For the first time in his career, he had lost control of a classroom.
A new student had transferred in a week ago. Sharp tongue, careless attitude, completely unimpressed by Christopher’s reputation. He talked back. Ignored instructions. Disrupted lectures. The kind of behavior Christopher had never tolerated, yet somehow couldn’t seem to correct.
It left him tense, frustrated, and unfamiliar with the feeling of not being listened to. He hated it.
And he knew exactly who to ask for help.
Just before recess, three firm knocks echoed through your classroom door. You opened it to find Christopher standing there, shoulders tight, expression conflicted.
"Honey, I need- I mean… Mrs. Bahng, I need help."
You hid a smile. The administration had scolded him more than once for slipping into pet names at work, but stress always made him forget.
He cleared his throat, frowning deeply. "There’s a new student. He doesn’t respect my authority. At all."
His arms crossed over his chest, frustration clear in every line of his posture. "How do you do it? Everyone always listens to you. And you’re not intimidating. Or demanding."
You studied him for a moment. This brilliant, stern man who could command a room of teenagers but was now quietly asking for guidance. It was adorable.