The sun is rising from the horizon.

Even the slightest spark of orange light

It covered up the small fire until it could no longer be seen.

I just installed the song Matchstick and Sunflower in the bell mask version -/-

Khun Arm cried very beautifully. Get involved as well.

So I gave birth to this fic, haha.

Maybe not very sad. Because we're not good at drama.

Anyway, I'll leave this matter in my arms as well ^^

Please try listening to the song. Then you will know how sad it is.

TT

B E R L I N ?

A small light that gives only light to The vast sun gives everything to all things, especially 'warmth'.

Don't you hesitate to choose it?

Even the sunflowers...would probably choose the warmth of the sunlight.

Even though it's just a little matchstick

But I hope....hope that the sunflowers will turn their eyes to a little flame like me.

“Everyone pays respects.”

“Hello, teacher.”

"Good morning Monday everyone. Today we will start a new lesson."

“The teacher remembers giving you guys a homework assignment to read the new chapter...has anyone read it?”

“............” The whole room was silent. The 25-year-old female teacher raised her eyebrows and looked with a disdainful look in her eyes when someone's right hand rose, causing a commotion in the whole room.

“Alright, thank you for your responsibility, Yerin. Can you tell the teacher what the new lesson is about?”

“Yes.” Jung Yerin stood up to answer the girl's question, making eye contact with the older man. Try to stare to find the feeling deep inside

like

impressed

There isn't any...the word 'love'.

“We'll help you carry it.” Yerin picked up another pile of books from the boy who was the class leader. After the math class in the morning was over, a mountain of homework was ordered as if it were a punishment, not including the favorite student that many people named as well, but Yerin didn't care and was happy. Even if I let him study all day, he agrees. Because I met someone

The person he has secretly loved for a long time...

“Put it here.” Hwang Shin Bi smiled at the students. Then I turned my attention to arranging things on the table.

“Wait a minute Yerin, teacher has something to talk to you about.”

“Yesterday the teachers met in the middle of next month and the Mathematics Olympiad will be held in Spain.”

“Our school selected Mathayom 3 and Mathayom 6 to represent the country. And the teacher chose 'her'.”

“Do you want to go? If you don't go, the teacher will-” / “Go! I will definitely go.”

“Good, the teacher will take care of the passport. As for you, you have to be more diligent in tutoring. Did you know that from next week you have to come tutor with Mathayom 6 seniors after school?”

“I understand.” Yerin smiled until her eyes closed. Make older people smile

"There's nothing else. Let's go eat."

"Uh, teacher...I want to ask you something."

“What did the teacher think about choosing me?”

“Huh, it's not difficult at all....”

“She is a good student, especially in this subject. Her scores stand out from anyone else in the class.”

Should I be happy that this time is precious?

It's really crazy, why are you expecting another answer?

“Yes…” The girl smiled reluctantly. before stepping out of the teacher's room

“Did you hear the news that Teacher Hwang's kid went to Spain too?”

“Why are you going?”

“How about competing in the Mathematics Olympiad! Daehyun sunbae is going too.”

"TRUE! So that girl gets close to her seniors.”

"Yes, it's really annoying. Hey! Here it is.” I returned from collecting cleaning supplies after finishing my shift at the end of the day. My 'friends', no, 'acquaintances', split into groups and sat in opposite directions. Sadly, I had good enough hearing to hear the croaking of chickens. What's more noisy? But I don't care...I don't care at all, the word friendship is just a lie.

I, who have lived alone since childhood, know that these things are all fake. For example, that perfect class leader from before had nothing to do with me. Because my math score jumped up to an alarming level even though I was not proficient in other subjects. So he was afraid that one day I would steal the position of class leader.

Nevermind, it's just nonsense.

I didn't look at them and walked straight to my table to get my bag and carry it home right away. This evening, the good news was discussed in the middle of the dining table.

But whether you'll be happy or not...that's another matter.

“I'm so good at competing.”

“Good, then there will be some prizes to decorate the house.”

“Let's buy some souvenirs to bring back.”

And all sorts of other things

My family is a nuclear family and most importantly...I am not their child.

Even though I was reduced to being a child from an orphanage... What can you do with a child born from your womb? But I don't hold any grudges or envy for my brother, who is ten years apart. I even love and adore him. When agreeing to withdraw from the family I naturally yearn for love and warmth from the outside world, which is not from anyone anywhere.

"I'm going to excuse myself first," I said and ran into my bedroom. Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I took out my cell phone. A message notification from that person I've always been waiting for.

'Are you home yet?'

'I've arrived.'

'Have you eaten rice yet'

'finished'

'Teacher?'

'I'm eating right now'

'Ah...then I won't bother you.'

'Please read the book and do the questions'

'If you have any questions, you can ask the teacher'

'yes'

The short conversation ended quickly. I didn't expect it to last until bedtime. Everyone has personal time. Especially adults have jobs like her index finger pressing the screen off button and throwing it on the bed. Before they lay down next to each other, their black eyes stared at the clean white ceiling. Bully reminds me of the first day we met.

The first day I encountered a sunflower that was more beautiful than any other flower.

“Hello, I am the new math teacher replacing Teacher Lee. My name is Hwang Shin Bi.”

But that's not the reason I was impressed with you that night.

“Ha ha ha…” The wristwatch was raised to eye level. The atmosphere was rather dim. The girl tried to find light to illuminate the dial until she realized that it was now 7 p.m. Yerin looked left and right before looking down at the ground again, both hands on his knees to support himself to keep himself from falling. He was locked up in a warehouse during his last class. Before he could get out, he lost a lot of his power to break through steel doors. He was a person who got tired easily. Luckily, the janitor came to help and was able to survive.

“You?” A small voice in the silence made the girl flinch.

“Why haven't you gone back yet?” Yerin avoided the new teacher's eyes because she didn't dare tell him about being teased. Because I had filed a lawsuit before but no one was interested.

"...I'll be right back." He hurriedly walked away. But one arm was held by the other.

“Then why is this dusty shirt?”

“It's...” The girl shivered. Not daring to meet the teacher's eyes

"Where is your house? I'll take you."

"nevermind I'll take a taxi.”

“Jung Yerin,” the older man called in a deep voice. Yerin trembled, fearing that she might scold her for being stubborn like the other teachers. But Hwang Shin Bi did the opposite. She tightly gripped the small student's shoulder, causing him to be surprised and look up.

“I don't know what's going on, but can I please stay beside you?”

“.........” Yerin was so stunned that she couldn't think of words.

"Don't think I'm doing this just to get points. I feel sorry for you who have been bullied and have to be alone like this."

"Teacher, how do you know?!"

“Your condition is telling you.” A slender hand picked up a handkerchief and wiped away the sweat and soft cheeks that had dust stains on them. Yerin flinched and turned away.

“Sorry, you probably won't get used to it.” Teacher Hwang smiled slightly before handing her a handkerchief. The girl received it.

“If you don't want to tell the story, then you don't have to tell it and get in the car. The teacher will drop you off.” Getting into the car, the first thing Teacher Hwang gave her was her business card.

"This is the teacher's number. If you come back late one day like today, call the teacher and I'll send you."

“And most importantly, if this happens again You must tell the teacher immediately, do you understand?”

My importance that many people overlook

Instead, there was this teacher who was always beside me.

Even when there's no light, you're still a bright sunflower, just like during the day.

You gave me the courage to step out of the dark box.

and dare to cross the word teacher-student

"Airline aircraft

TurkishAirlines

Flight at

TR2794

Passengers are invited to please check their baggage and board the plane at Exit 3. Thank you.”

“Yerin, let's go.”

“Ah.” I hurriedly closed the game on my phone before getting up and following the teacher into the gate before looking at the things in Teacher Shinbee's hands that were full.

"I'll help you."

“Thank you.” She handed me a lightweight bag. We waited in line and soon walked to board the plane.

“The sun is hot,” a deep male voice called out to Teacher Hwang and I turned to look. Not someone else, someone far away Jung Hoseok, 6th grade mathematics teacher

"Well, it's summer already."

“But Thailand is hotter. I went two months ago. Korea can't fight at all.”

“Hopefully it won't be like that in Spain.”

“I hope so.” The conversation ended as we had to line up to board the plane. I hurriedly intervened between Teacher Sinbi and Teacher Jung, it was the only thing I could do. But I was too small to be able to fit in between the two of them. The glittering eyes that Teacher Jung gave to the person in front of me made my heart so hot that I could hardly look.

I know what that look means.

And I know what the person in front of me is thinking.

Even though I turned my back, I knew...that she was secretly smiling.

The sun was peeking over the horizon with just the slightest hint of orange gleaming. It covered up the small fire until it could no longer be seen.

“!!” I was conscious when a palm waved across my face before I looked up at the Shinbee teacher who was coming out of the bathroom and standing nearby.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh...I'm looking at the stars."

“Lie, it's raining right now. There's no way to see it.” Ah...that's really bad. I'm not smooth at all.

"If you miss your boyfriend, just tell me."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Hmm...so is there someone you like?" I debated for a moment. before turning to meet her eyes To let her find the answer, but sadly, she didn't care at all.

"Ah, it's not worth asking. It's like you're heartbroken."

“Something like that,” I replied casually and turned away. However, he returned his attention to Teacher Hwang because he heard a soft cry.

“What is the matter?”

“I was clumsy when I was walking and suddenly swung my hand and slammed it against the door frame.” The older man held his left hand and gave a smile that looked like he said. 'Don't worry'

“Then let me dry your hair.”

“It's okay, you go get some rest. You have to register early tomorrow.”

"Don't worry about me. If the teacher's hand becomes inflamed, what will I do?" The teacher hurts, and I hurt too. Moreover....if the person taking care of the teacher was Jung Hoseok, I would be hurt hundreds of times.

“You are really… stubborn.” She finally gave up. Teacher Shinbi handed me a towel and sat on the bed. I got on my knees because of the height difference before proceeding to dry my hair.

“So you must be hit often by your mother, right?”

"Not at all. Stay at home and be a good kid or you'll die."

“Then you must be stubborn with other teachers.”

“It's not the same.”

“Then why are you being so stubborn to me?” Teacher Shinbi turned around and stared at me. To which I don't know how to answer. Teacher, do you know...that it's a form of seeking attention if I tell you like this...what will happen to our relationship? Those round eyes don't stop wondering. I closed my eyes before answering.

"Because I like the teacher." I told you....

The whole room couldn't hear anything, not even breathing.

Teacher Shinbee stared at me blankly, and I looked back to confirm my clear feelings.

“I like you too.”

“!!!” My heart quickened to pump blood as soon as I heard those words...but the next sentence sounded like I had just dreamed it.

“She is a good, responsible student. Everyone likes her.”

Even the smoke from the flames

She still couldn't see it.

“Yes.” All he could do was bow his head and accept the compliment, even though inside he wanted to cry like crazy.

“!!” The female teacher was slightly startled when she felt a strong embrace from behind the girl, mustering up the courage to hug her even though the left side of her chest was completely still, as if she didn't feel anything, her forehead resting on the other person's back. Sinbee couldn't say anything but held the small student's hand. She was thinking. The other party is excited about tomorrow's match.

“Thank you,” his voice said so softly he could hardly hear it. Yerin tightened his hug and left us both in silence.

A matchstick like his could really do just this.

“Our children are very talented to be able to do this.”

“4 gold medals and 2 silver medals, really extraordinary.” Now we were having a banquet at a Korean restaurant. The teachers were giving compliments to all the students, but I didn't know if I should accept it or not... I got a silver medal. Different from Mathayom 6 seniors who come from the same school.

"What's wrong with Yerin?"

"I'm not very hungry."

"Are you stressed about the exam?" Actually, part of it...most of it. It came from the man sitting across from the teacher.

“If you're stressed about losing, don't worry too much. You did your best,” Jung Hoseok consoled. I just smiled and thanked him for being the perfect man. If he didn't like the same person as me, I would probably respect him second only to Teacher Shinbi.

"Teacher, I'll go get things from the car in a moment."

“Will you let me come with you?”

“It's okay, just eat here. I'll excuse myself for a moment." Teacher Shinbi got up. I scooped up a morsel of rice and looked behind her as the teachers talked about the tough exam, barely perceiving my ears. I don't understand anything at all.

I wasn't aware that Jung Hoseok was secretly meeting Teacher Sinbi in the car.

and talk about some things

Things I can't accept

I put down the phone in frustration as soon as the game was overrated or my brain was spent competing and losing four matches in a row like this isn't me at all. I was sprawled out and looking at the vintage ceiling fan. Teacher Shinbee was drinking with the teachers at the hotel bar on the bottom floor. Even though in my heart I was worried to the point of death, because there was a female teacher there, it made me slightly relieved.

But it's been a long time, should I go after her?

Knock, knock, knock.

I jumped out of bed and hurried to open the door, but I thought it was fun and wanted to pretend to be a teacher. I turned under the bed to hide. The knocking on the door was silenced by the sound of a key turning instead. Soon the door opened.

Kluck Kluck Kluck

The owner of the black sandals walked alongside the owner of the high heels, who walked almost in a straight line.

Those shoes....

It's Jung Hoseok's.

"Teacher Hwang, I'm in my room." It was under the bed. I can guess what happened. Hoseok brought Teacher Sinbi to sleep on his bed. And she was drunk too.

“Yerin isn't here? It's really bad.” I wasn't angry at all. Instead, it was my teacher.

“Teacher Hwang…” The force of collapsing on the bed made my heart race. I was still when I heard something… when I was watching the series. It's the sound when the King and Queen kiss.

“Uh…” I couldn't imagine what it was like to kiss, but the moans in my beloved's throat squeezed my heart to the point of death. He raised his hand to cover his mouth to prevent sobs from escaping. The sound was like a razor-sharp blade slowly cutting into his heart until he could hardly stand it. I'm in so much pain that I don't know what to do. I don't have any strength left to fight him.

                   rrrr

“Ah, are you going to help support Teacher Yoon? Yes.” Hoseok hung up the phone and spoke softly to the unconscious person.

“If our 'time' comes, I won't restrain myself.”

Jung Hoseok left and I slowly crawled out from under the bed.

It was as if he had been stabbed again. The lipstick stain on his mouth was unusual for someone who was good at makeup. I know what he has done and how pleased my loved ones are with it. I can't do anything anymore. All the effort was wasted. The sunshine, like he had exerted so little, had won her heart, unlike me, who almost died on fire but didn't get anything. The little strength he had was completely drained and he sat on the ground crying.

I'm allergic to this format.

It's all gone....I have no way to fight anymore.

“What did you do in the car yesterday?”

“Ah! Huh, did you see that?”

"I'm sorry, my eyes are too good."

“Ah, there's nothing much, it's just...” Hoseok looked over at the person standing next to him. Shinbi nodded.

"I'm asking you to marry me."

“And what did you answer him?” Shinbi smiled sheepishly before answering softly. It was embarrassing to propose in the parking lot, but Hoseok didn't dare propose in front of people. As for herself, if there were many people, she wouldn't dare answer like that either.

“Yes, I agree.” A voice shouted with unabashed joy. Followed by various teasing sentences here and there.

If Shinbi noticed someone a little

Jung Yerin, who was pretending to be asleep, smiled when she saw the other person's smile.

It's time...to put out the fire.

“Thank you for sending it.”

"It's okay. Get lots of rest." Shinbee was worried that the other person looked tired, like he was sick or not getting enough rest.

“And...thank you for everything.” Yerin didn't give him the chance to ask as she closed the car door and walked into the house. The young teacher didn't care. She shrugged before getting out of the car.

The shinobi rummaged through his bag to rearrange his things and accidentally touched something that shouldn't have been there. Notebook paper folded in half, presumably Yerin, who secretly put it in her bag while on the plane.

“A letter?” Out of curiosity, Shinbee immediately opened it and read it.

“If the teacher reads this letter, it means that I am no longer beside the teacher.

Sometimes feelings can't be prevented, right? Adults like teachers know this well. I may not know as well as the teacher. But I trust my feelings. I know what I'm thinking and what I'm going to do. 'I love you, teacher.' I love you beyond those words. Teachers may not believe me or want to laugh out loud, but I really love them.

I love you as much as a child can love. I'm sorry that I couldn't stand beside my teacher, but I'm glad that someone came to take care of me. I firmly believe that Teacher Jung takes good care of teachers and no one can compare to him. He is the luckiest person in the world. Both he and I were lucky to meet the teacher.

No matter what happens, please don't cancel the marriage.

Otherwise, I will definitely be sad to see teachers unhappy.

Please take care of your health :)

Jung Yerin.”

Sinbi smiled and put the letter on the table because she was so interested in someone else that she overlooked the other person. She didn't think that Yerin would love her in such an excessive capacity. She wanted to talk to the girl about this, so she picked up her cell phone. Open the chat page to type a message to your favorite student.

'Did you secretly write something in the teacher's bag?'

No sooner had Shinbi hung up the phone than a loud noise sounded. It wasn't a notification from a familiar person's chat, but it was a ringtone. Shinbee guessed that Yerin wanted to talk more, so he answered the phone. But it wasn't you at the other end of the line.

(Are you a relative of the deceased?)

The deceased...

What?

News broke out because one of the people who brought fame to her country passed away shortly after returning from a competition. Yerin died from drowning at Mapo Bridge. Even though there were officers and CCTV cameras nearby, she couldn't save her life. All she had left was her favorite pair of sports shoes that she always wore everywhere and a letter. One version is written about the loneliness he faced throughout his life and decided to end his life prematurely.

Only one close teacher knew the real reason.

Yerin gives in to Jung Hoseok when he has no last resort. He had no one left.

Yerinshinbi's last words and smile are still well remembered.

The tears couldn't erase the pencil mark on the paper, as if he wanted it to be etched into her heart.

In the hearts of the people he loves most in his life, even one letter is good.

One student's name was beginning to fade away.

Like a matchstick left only ashes were blown away by the wind. The sunflower turned to look at the small light like he had hoped. But it was already too late.