I Love You, Always ((Sangwoo x Reader FanFic))

They're Just Ignorant // My Apologies Sir

"Ugh, thank god I could finally get off that damned campus," the man chuckles in a light accent as he plops himself into a the seat across from his favorite student, Y/n. "I know they're just ignorant, but have you heard some of the things those kids call me?"

Y/n smiles up from her laptop screen at the dark skinned man. He is laughing, but there is true exasperation behind his words. The South African man sticks out like a sore thumb here. No one looks like him and no one understands why they shouldn't say certain things to him. It's annoying, especially because there aren't many places you can go to get away from it.

"Good thing you're a great professor," she assures, an attempt to let him know indirectly that she understands at least some of the struggle. "Perhaps they'll start getting educated on better ways of handling people of different decent."

He rolls this over in his mind for a moment and sips on his coffee. "You just gave me a brilliant idea, Y/n. A brilliant one." The professor's eyes light up and he pulls out a fancy fountain pen and pad of paper. Whatever is going through his mind, he scribbles it down fiercely onto the slip of paper.

Thanks to a little peak, Y/n gets a better look at the writing on the paper. It's not in Korean, or English, or any language she is familiar with for that matter. It matches the pattern of the writing on the stunning fountain pen Mr. Murphy is holding. "What language are you writing in?" Sometimes she forgets English isn't his preferred language and that he grew up with many in his native country. "Your pen is gorgeous."

He finishes his last point and rests the pen back in its case. "Xhosa. And thank you, my wife gave it to me before I left." A pang of remorse glosses over his eyes, but he quickly hides it with a wide smile. Today must have been a bad day. "How's work going? Your new boss said that he already sent your first paycheck!"

Y/n grins back and allows the change in subject. "Great! The material is really fun to read and your friend pays well." She chuckles a little as she fully convinced herself that it was the best decision not to pry. He teaches psychology after all, he knows what's best. "He even said that he was open to publishing some of my work here in Korea if it is good enough!"

The man returns my smile and opens his disposable cup lid. He mumbles something in a language I don't understand, grimaces, and adds more sugar. He stirs and recaps it. "I can see it in your eyes. What are you working on now?" He tastes his hot drink and seemingly happy with the flavor, leaves it be.

"I was thinking of a teen being kidnapped at a beach party. At first people thought the girl ran away, then got lost and died at sea when in reality was snatched and tormented." She pauses as more ideas flow into her head. "Closed off but a strong girl with an Olympic gold medal in her future. Let's just say a certain someone couldn't choose between loving and hating her." The life guard in training. That's who the culprit will be.

"You just thought of something," the man laughs. "You should go to the coast for research, maybe bring your son. I'm sure you two would have fun there!" Before Y/ncould pop in another word, the energetic man hops out of his seat and waves goodbye, lukewarm coffee in hand.

Chuckling to herself, Y/n waves back and mutters a little, "See you."

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"Ugh." The young police officer rubs his temples. He leans against the hard brick of the station and brings a cigarette to his lips. He sucks in a quick breath and lets it out slowly. The butt has yet to kiss a flame. He is still trying to quit smoking, but work is making it so difficult. "Shit."

Two parents and three friends. Screaming, crying, whining. All. Day. Long. He ignites his lighter and watches the fire dance in the wind. His lungs long for the poison, but he snaps the lighter shut. Must resist. He removes the cigarette filter from his mouth and holds it between two fingers.

Something is not right. How could they just let their friend leave their gathering with no explanation? They didn't even walk her outside. And they're what, Oh Sangwoo's age? They can barely drink legally. We don't know why they were 'hanging out' in the first place. They're in university, don't they have exams or something?

Out of habit, he stubs the butt of the cigarette into the face of a brick behind him. None of the right questions are being asked. If only he could get to talk to the witnesses alone.

"Dammit." Am overpaid and underworked officer waddles out of the building and his greasy eyes widen with rage as he spots his younger coworker. "Seungbae! What are you doing? It's your turn for patrol. Can't you do your damn job?!"

Fuck. He straightens off the wall and picks his battles. His torso bends into a low bow. "My apologies sir, I'll be right on it."