Work Text:
vingyu: i’m FUCKED
The hallway in the Faculty of Earth and Space Sciences seems longer than usual. Gyuvin starts running, his backpack hitting his back, a folder in one hand and his phone in the other. He checks the time. 8:07 AM, 7 minutes late for his Plate Tectonics class.
Professor Zhang closes the doors at 8 o’clock, sharp, anyone who arrives even a second later is turned away. It’s either on time or not. Is it even worth trying? Gyuvin could go back to his dorm, but this assignment is due today. He put too much effort into preparing it to not turn it in.
He goes up the stairs two at a time and opens Gunwook’s chat again.
gunWOKE: ricky fucked you?
gunWOKE: ah, you’re late
gunWOKE: someone is later than you
vingyu: the fuck are you saying
gunWOKE: you didn’t read the chat?
vingyu: NO
vingyu: tell me
gunWOKE: professor Z hasn’t arrived yet
Gyuvin stops abruptly.
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yunsoso: im imagining things or professor z isn’t here
ijeong: are u kidding? that man is always there before everyone else, no matter how early you try to arrive
mashu: bruh it’s 8 already and he’s not here
yunsoso: did he send any ad?
gunWOKE: nope there’s nothing
gunWOKE: gyuvin hasn’t arrived either
mashu: place your bets 🔥🔥🔥 who will arrive first? KIM GYUVIN VS PROFESSOR ZHANG
The usual classroom scene is missing. The space is incomplete. The lights are on, the students are already in their seats, some are talking quietly, others are listlessly checking their notes, and the desk at the front remains empty.
It’s not like Professor Zhang Hao to be late. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining, if there’s traffic, if the campus hallways are packed and they can barely walk—when the students arrive, he’s already there, he’s already arrived. That consistency is almost part of the academic program, a certainty as firm as the science he explains in class. Gyuvin glides to the seat next to Gunwook, carefully placing his backpack on the floor, not wanting to disrupt the order of the universe any further that day.
“I can’t believe you actually got here before the professor,” Gunwook says as Gyuvin sits breathlessly beside him. “I didn’t think you’d make it.”
“Me neither,” Gyuvin sighs. “I stayed up really late working on the assignment because I completely forgot there was one. And it doesn’t help that Hao’s assignments are as hard as a rock.”
It’s not an unusual confession within that group—Professor Zhang’s assignments have a particular tendency to extend beyond what’s reasonable, and he’s extremely strict about what he teaches and the schedule. Aside from that, he’s a fairly easygoing professor, though some are afraid of him, but many others trust him and can see the kindness behind his serene face. Still others simply don’t care—because they don’t take his classes—and just talk about how beautiful he is.
The murmuring stops almost immediately as the door opens, revealing Zhang Hao entering the room, as impeccable as ever, his hair neat and his coat in place. Before saying a word, Hao glances up at the clock on the wall. 8:15 AM. The gesture is minimal, a sigh that escapes him involuntarily, laden with quiet resignation, and then he turns back to the class.
“Good morning,” his voice is clear. The group responds with a slightly louder greeting than usual. Hao places his things on the desk and takes off his coat, draping it over the back of his chair. “I apologize for being late.”
It’s strange to see Hao apologize for something that had never happened in Gyuvin’s three years at ZEROBASE University. The professor’s punctuality was so precise that it had never required an explanation. However…
“My ride here forgot to fill up the car’s tank, more focused on something else.”
Having said this, Hao clears his throat, doesn’t expect any reaction, and starts writing the class title on the board in his usual firm handwriting, as if nothing had been different that day.
“I thought Hao arrives alone,” Gyuvin leans towards Gunwook, murmuring.
“I’ve never heard of him arriving with someone else,” Gunwook replies.
Both of their phones vibrate on the table, they know the others are sharing the same thoughts in the group chat. Then Hao turns around, and everyone quickly puts their phones away.
Meanwhile, at the other end of campus, in the Faculty of Humanities, Psychology building, another professor is running late. Students are scattered throughout the room, some sitting on the desks, others with their chairs turned around to chat. Professor Sung Hanbin’s being late doesn’t elicit nervous glances at the clock—he has always been flexible, and no one seems to doubt that he’ll show up when he’s supposed to, with his usual ease.
Hanbin enters at 8:20 AM, his smile rising above his voice, and places his backpack on the desk. “Sorry I’m late. I got stuck in traffic today.”
The response is soft laughter and the occasional nonsensical comment that’s difficult to understand. Although Professor Sung is very relaxed most of the time, he’s rarely late, or at least not 20 minutes late.
They don’t know if it comes with being a Psychology professor, but he knows how to listen even when he’s not teaching. There’s a way about Hanbin’s gaze and his way of speaking, a genuine attentiveness. This is why many people trust him, approach him after class, seek him out in the hallways, and speak about him affectionately when he’s not around. He is, without a doubt, one of the most beloved professors on campus, and not only because of his obvious and much-discussed good looks, but also because of the warmth he brings to the space.
However, this closeness can’t be mistaken for permissiveness. In the classroom, Hanbin is clear and firm, approaching his classes with a seriousness that allows no room for error. And his exams are a nightmare, the worst nightmare for many.
“I forgot to fill up the car’s tank,” Hanbin continues. “So we had to pull off the road and stop at a gas station.”
“Did he say ‘we’?” Taerae asks, turning to look at Ricky.
“He probably has a roommate and takes them to work,” Ricky shrugs.
“But well,” Hanbin straightens up, “that gives us an excellent example for talking about shared responsibility in relationships.”
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the other hanbin: we?
the other hanbin: shared responsibility?
the other hanbin: relationships?
taeraetubbie: exactly what i told ricky
lovelicky: maybe he’s talking about a roommate
seungasaurus: he said relationships
yujitsu: can you stop talking? i’m trying to pay attention
lovelicky: I can’t believe the baby is the most responsible one here
eumppappa’s dad @vingyukim
it may be a miracle or a tectonic plate may have shifted and altered the order of the universe but professor Z arrived 15 minutes late
8:47 AM · 2/19/26 · 91 Views
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Ricky 🍓 @rickyshen · 10m
lmao hanbin also arrived late
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Plate Tectonics (GEO-304): Practice drop off location
From: [email protected]
Date: Feb 20, 2026 at 7:35 AM
Dear students,
For those who have not yet dropped the assignment for Lecture 4 off, I am informing you of a last-minute change in the drop off method. The new location will be in the Clinical Psychology building, first floor, room 121, until 4 PM today.
I apologize for any inconvenience this adjustment may cause. Submissions outside the indicated time will be considered late, as established in the course syllabus.
I remain available for any further questions or concerns.
Prof. Zhang Hao
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gunWOKE: if you haven’t dropped the assignment off, check your emails
mashu: oh thank goodness i was just about to go to his office
vingyu: extended the drop off time by two more hours
vingyu: what’s been going on with prof z lately?
vingyu: this is weird
It’s a detour from the usual route, requiring an extra ten-minute walk to the Faculty of Humanities. At least the building is the first one. No one thinks to question it—if Professor Zhang has arranged it this way, there must be a reason, even if he doesn’t bother to share it. And Gyuvin can’t complain, not when those two extra hours allowed him to finish and thoroughly review the assignment.
Sung Hanbin is leaning against his desk, chatting animatedly with another geology student. He’s holding a bag of candy, which he offers to students as they enter. The contrast is immediate: the act of giving candy melts away the slightly tension, with his open smile and friendly tone as he greets them, asking about their days and classes. Some accept the sweets almost reflexively, others do so with nervous laughter, and more than one sighs openly.
It’s no coincidence that he’s one of the most beloved professors on campus, even those who don’t take classes with him know his way of making everything seem a little more bearable.
“You can leave them here,” Hanbin nods toward the stack of folders on the desk. “And take one if you like, a little sugar helps lift your spirits.”
“Thank you,” Matthew quickly agrees, taking two candies out of the bag.
Gyuvin looks at the bag curiously, but takes out a candy as well. “Thank you, professor.”
“They should implement this for all subjects,” Matthew says. “It would make assignments less traumatic.”
Hanbin chuckled softly. “I told Hao to consider it, I’ll have to mention it again. Otherwise, you can always stop by here. I’ll bring cookies next Tuesday.”
Both students smile and thank him for the invitation to get cookies. They leave the classroom, neither of them dwelling too much on the fact that it isn’t Hao collecting the assignments.
However, “I didn’t know Hao knew Hanbin.”
“They must be close if he’s entrusting our works to him and not to another professor in the faculty,” Matthew says.
“Exactly! He even called him by his first name,” Gyuvin remarks, not letting the incident go unnoticed. Yes, it’s just his name, but they are used to hearing professors call each other by their last names when they are not part of the same faculty or department.
“Dude, all I can think about right now is how charming he is.”
matthew @seokmae
professor zhang extended the drop off session by two hours, and we were lucky to see THEE sung hanbin. i understand why everyone is in love with him
3:21 PM · 2/20/26 · 179 Views
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Taerae K. @taeraetubbie · 20m
I told you he was fine
Ricky 🍓 @rickyshen relying to @taeraetubbie · 7m
is*
hanbin (student) @phanbink · 2m
I want to be like him when I grow up
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Sexual and Reproductive Psychotherapy (PSC-313): Classroom change
From: [email protected]
Date: Feb 25, 2026 at 9:15 AM
Hello everyone,
Due to maintenance that wasn’t announced far in advance, I had to make changes to today’s class. I apologize for the short notice! All the teachers are a bit overwhelmed trying to find any available space.
Luckily for me (perhaps not so much for you, who might have preferred I canceled classes), I found a spot in the Geology building at the Faculty of Earth and Space Sciences, room 288 on the second floor. I’ll be waiting with granola bars, so don’t be discouraged.
The schedule remains unchanged. Please bring the necessary materials for the session.
See you in class,
Sung Hanbin.
—
Leaning back on the desk, Hanbin sits with a big smile on his face, seemingly at ease in the space, even though the surroundings suggest otherwise. The board behind him is completely covered with diagrams, arrows indicating landslides, and terms like lithosphere, subduction, and reverse faults, all written in neat, meticulous handwriting. There’s a shelf of rock samples, and Ricky wonders what kind of career that is and who would choose to study it on their own.
He needs to ask Gyuvin again, because he really doesn’t understand.
With each student seated and their granola bar in hand, Hanbin walks to the front. “Just a reminder that this is a borrowed room,” he says, gesturing broadly around the space. “So please don’t touch anything, and don’t erase anything from the board. It’s material that will be used later, and if someone erases even half a rock, I’ll have to find somewhere to hide afterward.”
“Isn’t this Professor Zhang’s classroom?” Ricky asks Yujin, lowering his voice.
Yujin studies the board more closely, scanning the diagrams without being able to decipher them. “How do you know it’s specifically this one? There are like twenty geology professors.”
“I don’t know,” Ricky shrugs, without taking his eyes off the board. “I think Gyuvin sent me a picture from here once, complaining about him.”
Hanbin, ignoring the tectonic plates and names of minerals around him, he begins to teach his class. Ricky takes out his iPad, but instead of opening the notes app he opens KakaoTalk and looks for Gyuvin’s contact.
Ricky 💗: which is zhang hao’s classroom?
Gyuvin 🤍: 288 why
Ricky 💗: i am inside you
Gyuvin 🤍: what
Ricky 💗: it*
Gyuvin 🤍: ????????
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vingyu: the physcolo class are in hao’s office???
mashu: the what class now
vingyu: leave me alone
vingyu: psychology
mashu: why
gunWOKE: i’ve been told there’s maintenance going on in the psychology building and professor z lent his classroom to professor sung
vingyu: so it’s true they’re friends
yunsoso: stop chatting if you don’t want professor Jiwoong to scold you.
The students overflow almost simultaneously through the building’s doors, mingling in the wide corridor that connects the classrooms to the exits. It’s inevitable to the Psychology and Geology students to cross paths, the latter are probably already being awaited by Zhang Hao in his office. Without much thought, Gyuvin breaks away from his group and runs when he recognizes Ricky, wrapping his arms around him and placing a kiss on his cheek, not caring who might be watching.
“It would be great if our faculties were closer,” Gyuvin says, still holding Ricky. “We’d save ourselves half the campus.”
“My building is ten minutes from here, dummy,” Ricky laughs, putting a hand on his shoulder to regain his balance.
“Ten minutes is too long,” Gyuvin complains, pouting. Ricky gives him a quick kiss.
The two are so engrossed in each other that they don’t notice few footsteps behind them Hanbin is at the door of room 288, exchanging a brief but meaningful glance with Hao. A small but affectionate smile rises on Hao’s face, almost imperceptible to anyone not paying attention.
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Plate Tectonics (GEO-304): Problem with submission on Blackboard
From: [email protected]
Date: Mar 6, 2026 at 10:10 AM
Good morning, professor,
I am writing to inform you that Blackboard is not allowing the assignment to be uploaded.
I’ve tried submitting it several times from different browsers, and the platform displays an error when I try to complete the submission. Some of my classmates are having the same problem, so it seems to be a general system error and not an individual issue.
I wanted to notify you before the deadline as proof that the submission attempt was made on time.
Park Gunwook
—
Hao reads Gunwook’s email with a frown, wanting to solve the problem with sheer willpower. He reopens Blackboard, checks the course settings, the deadline, the permissions—everything is as it should be. Still, the notifications keep coming, one after another, repeating the same complaint. He exhales slowly and drafts a short but precise email to IT Services, describing the error and attaching screenshots.
His plans for the evening were to finish grading the works, have a light dinner, and lie on the couch watching a movie with Hanbin. Or maybe being press down on the couch by Hanbin, it doesn’t matter.
That damn platform, Hao really hates it. He’s too busy cursing it in his mind to notice when Hanbin arrives home, putting his keys in the entryway bowl and his backpack on one of the individual sofas.
“Why that expression on your pretty face?” Hanbin slumps down beside him.
“Blackboard isn’t working,” Hao replies with a pout. “Several students were unable to upload their assignments.”
“Oh, yeah. It doesn’t work for us neither, we filed the report earlier.”
“So I’m not the only one,” Hao murmurs, turning his gaze from the computer screen to Hanbin. “Go take a shower so we can eat and watch something.”
Hanbin smiles, nods, and disappears down the hallway. He returns with damp hair and wearing more comfortable clothes. They have dinner, chatting about their days and the minor mishaps that are irrelevant off campus. Hao gathers the dirty dishes and puts them in the sink, knowing they’ll be a problem for them later. At that moment, Hao has more interesting plans.
Something is playing on the screen when Hao returns to the living room, but he’s not really interested. He moves closer to Hanbin until he’s completely on top of him, and the distance between them becomes irrelevant. They ignore the movie, or series, or whatever it is, and focus on the shared warmth, the way their hands reach for each other, the deep familiarity of their bodies. Their lips meet, the world shrinks to just them, to the familiar and necessary weight of the other, while the television light flickers, a silent witness to something that doesn’t need to be seen to exist.
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RE: Problem with submission on Blackboard
From: [email protected]
Date: Mar 6, 2026 at 11:01 AM
Professor Zhang,
We are aware of the issue with Blackboard. Several professors have reported the same error on the platform, so it appears to be a general system problem and not specific to your course.
I’ve already talked with your husband to coordinate follow-up on the case and maintain open communication while it’s being resolved. We’ll let you know as soon as we have an update.
Kind regards,
Lee Hoetaek
Technology Services
—
Gunwook rereads the email a second time, then a third, eyes wide open, wondering if he’s reading it correctly. First, it’s good to know they’ll have another chance to upload the assignment because of the Blackboard problem. Second, that email wasn’t meant for Gunwook. Third, husband?!
gunWOKE: gyu
gunWOKE: gyub
gunWOKE: gyuvin
gunWOKE: GYUVIN
vingyu: what do you want?
vingyu: i’m studying with my boyfriend
gunWOKE: studying that’s what it’s called now
vingyu: WHAT DO YOU WANT
gunWOKE: professor Z is married
vingyu: no he’s not
gunWOKE: yes.
gunWOKE: [Screenshot of the email]
vingyu: oh you’re not kidding
vingyu: not only married
vingyu: WITH A MAN?
gunWOKE: are you being homophobic?
vingyu: HOW?
gunWOKE: boynextdoor mentioned
vingyu: WHO
gunWOKE: again
It’s a surprise, something slightly disconcerting about that information. Not because of what it implies in itself, but because it’s so unexpected coming from someone like Professor Zhang. And well, Hao is a young and quite handsome man, it shouldn’t be a surprise that he’s in a committed relationship, it’s just something no one ever thought about because Hao’s private life is, well, private. Gyuvin doesn’t recall ever seeing a ring on his finger, nor hearing him mention someone waiting for him off campus.
Could Hao’s husband be that mysterious person he mentioned when he arrived late?
Ricky comes out of the bathroom at that moment, wearing Gyuvin’s shorts and t-shirt. It can be seen the hickeys darkening on his thighs, the hickeys Gyuvin made him less than thirty minutes ago when they were supposed to be studying. But nobody can’t blame Gyuvin, he’s just a man.
“It looks like you saw a ghost,” Ricky throws himself to the bed.
“Hao has a husband,” Gyuvin shows him Gunwook’s messages.
“I think it would be stranger if he didn’t have a partner,” Ricky says instead. “Have you really looked at him? A man like that can’t possibly be single.”
“That’s true,” Gyuvin agrees. “But that means his husband works at the university too, right?”
“Maybe. Anyone from IT Services?”
“Another professor?”
Ricky shrugs. “Let’s study.”
Study, yes. Gyuvin takes off Ricky’s shirt and joins their lips in a fierce kiss.
—
Sexual and Reproductive Psychotherapy (PSC-313): New drop off date
From: [email protected]
Date: Mar 17, 2026 at 11:39 AM
Hello everyone,
I want to let you know that the in-person drop off of the assigned work will be moved to another date, which I will confirm to you in advance through this same channel.
It was my mistake. I forgot I already had plans, and as a result, I now have a rather angry husband that I need to make up for.
Thank you for your understanding. If you have any questions, please feel free to write to me.
Sung Hanbin
—
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taeraetubbie: tell me I’m not going crazy and it says "husband" right there
seungasaurus: 🫢
the other hanbin: professor sung has a husband
the other hanbin: TODAY WE GAYS WON
yujitsu: I reread the email three times
yujitsu: I thought it was a metaphor
seungasaurus: how it can be a metaphor
seungasaurus: it’s a marriage
seungasaurus: wait where is ricky
lovelicky: i’m mourning
seungsaurus: you literally have a boyfriend
taeraetubbie: that’s not an impediment for him
taeraetubbie: okay, but I’m curious to know who hanbin’s husband is
lovelicky: my dearest friends
lovelicky: do you know who else is married?
lovelicky: with a man
lovelicky: who works at the university
the other hanbin: who
lovelicky: zhang Hao
hanbin (student) @phanbink
professor sung hanbin and professor zhang hao are husbands?
12:05 PM · 3/17/26 · 1.2K Views
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The class should have started more than five minutes ago, and it would been without any problem if Hao could have found the slide deck he prepared. There’s not much noise in the room—many students are distracted on their phones, talking in hushed tones, or doing something else. Gyuvin is amused by watching the professor’s File Explorer projection. Hao sighs, opens one folder, then another, and another, carefully checking each document name.
“I put a lot of effort into that slide,” Hao complains aloud. Gyuvin almost jumps. “I’m not going to start until I find it.”
It takes Gyuvin a few seconds to realize something’s off. It’s quite likely the professor hasn’t noticed he’s been projecting the screen for a while. At first, he doesn’t pay attention, just a bunch of folders with technical names, but then he starts noticing the names. There are too many folders that have nothing to do with geology—clinical cases, psychological therapy, evaluations, titles that definitely don’t belong in a plate tectonics class.
It’s ironic and funny, the topic of conversation on campus is finding proof that Zhang Hao and Sung Hanbin are actually married to each other without their knowledge.
But this is too much of a coincidence!
“Those are psychology documents,” Gyuvin shouts in a whisper and punches Gunwook in the arm.
“And you have to hit me for that?” Gunwook shouts-whispers back, clutching the spot where he was hit.
Before they can say anything else, the name of a document catches everyone’s attention. Gyuvin’s eyes widen comically. In capital letters, impossible to ignore, says: SEX TAPE.
Someone gasps too loudly, catching Hao’s attention. He turns his head toward the board, where everyone is looking, and sees it too. He slams the laptop shut, the screen goes black, and he clears his throat, standing up. “Let’s start the class without slides.”
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vingyu: a horrible chill ran down my spine
gunWOKE: please tell me i misread.
yunsoso: HIS REACTION oh my god that was pure terror
mashu: why would hanbin have their sex tape on his work computer?
ijeong: why would they have a sex tape to start with
yunsoso: oh my god, let’s stop this topic please
yunsoso: i don’t want to keep thinking about my professor’s sex life. THANK YOU
Hao smiles at Hanbin’s students as they leave the classroom, and waits until everyone has left before entering. He places the laptop on the desk and says nothing, not yet, but his eyes clearly convey that he is seriously contemplating committing a crime. He can still feel the heat rising in his throat as he recalls the students’ reactions, the deathly silence of the classroom, the laptop closing like a coffin.
“Hello, my love,” Hanbin looks at him curiously, sensing that something is wrong. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to kill you,” Hao says through gritted teeth, placing both hands on the table.
“What did I do?” Hanbin tilts his head, confused.
“Hanbin,” the mere mention of his name makes Hanbin straighten up in his seat. “My students saw a folder called sex tape. In all caps.”
“Ah,” Hanbin nods. “Using capital letters reinforces the visual impact, and it’s interesting how the brain first notices sexually charged words—”
“Don’t finish that sentence if you value your marriage.”
Hanbin closes his mouth for a few seconds. Then he smiles cautiously. “I’m sorry, babe. I swear I didn’t record us having sex and put it on my work computer. It’s a clinical case.”
Hao stares at him in disbelief, wondering when he married such an overly creative sexologist.
—
WINTER 2026: SEXUAL AND REPRODUCTIVE PSYCHOTHERAPY (PSC-313)
📁 Course Content
Lecture 7 – Privacy, consent and digital exposure
Clinical analysis of situations related to the production, circulation, and non-consensual dissemination of intimate material, and its impact on the sexual, emotional, and relational health of the individuals involved. The lecture addresses the role of the psychotherapist in the face of digital exposure, violation of consent, and the associated psychological harm.
📄 Material
Document: Sexual violence in the digital environment (PDF)
Presentation: SEX_TAPE_PSC313.pptx
Activity
Based on the case presented (non-consensual dissemination of an intimate video), analyze the psychological impact and propose general lines of intervention from sexual psychotherapy.
Submission
Format: PDF
Length: 2–3 pages
Deadline: 03/27 – 11:59 PM
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Plate Tectonics (GEO-304): Lecture 6 slide deck
From: [email protected]
Date: Mar 20, 2026 at 4:31 PM
Attached: Lecture6_GEO304.pptx
Dear students,
I am sending you the slide deck corresponding to today’s class, which I had prepared for the session, but which I was unable to present due to unforeseen circumstances.
I apologize for the interruptions and the lack of visual content during the lecture. Thank you for your patience and understanding. We will resume the content as normal in the next class, and you can use this material as a supplementary reference.
Somewhat against my will, I had to use my husband’s computer because mine is being repaired. He’s a psychologist specialized in sexology, so any folders (including the names on them) you may have seen are purely educational in nature.
If you have any questions or would like additional content from today’s discussion, please let me know through the usual channels.
Prof. Zhang Hao
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mashu: if that wasn’t confirmation of their relationship i don’t know what was.
gunWOKE: it’s TOO obvious that hao’s husband is hanbin
gunWOKE: do we need any more proof?
vingyu: exactly!!!!
ijeong: what kind of things are taught in that subject to call a document sex tape???
vingyu: can you stop the topic?
yunsoso: you’re focusing on the wrong things jeonghyeon
eumppappa’s dad @vingyukim
what to do when your professor basically confessed that he’s married to another professor?
5:09 PM · 3/20/26 · 1.9K Views
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Plate Tectonics (GEO-304): Class cancelled
From: [email protected]
Date: Mar 27, 2026 at 6:41 AM
Hello everyone,
Today’s class has been cancelled due to health reasons. Thank you for your understanding. We will cover the remaining material in the next session.
Zhang Hao
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Sexual and Reproductive Psychotherapy (PSC-313): Virtual class
From: [email protected]
Date: Mar 27, 2026 at 6:42 AM
Hello everyone,
Due to personal reasons, today’s class will be held virtually. We will connect at the usual time through the platform indicated on Blackboard.
The content and format of the session remain unchanged, so please log in on time and have the relevant materials ready. If you experience any technical difficulties, please let me know in advance.
See you online,
Sung Hanbin
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vingyu: i hope hao gets well soon
mashu: yeah :(
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lovelicky: I don’t have to go to the campus today, life is good
lovelicky: I hope everything is alright with hanbin btw
lovelicky: as I was saying, I don’t have to go to the campus today
lovelicky: aaaaand gyuvin’s class was cancelled
the other hanbin: so you’re getting morning d
lovelicky: yes
lovelicky: wait…
taeraetubbie: class is about to start, can you log in??
Ricky runs to his desk, logging into the virtual class, still with that quiet satisfaction that comes from knowing it’s his only class of the day and he won’t have to set foot on campus until tomorrow. The dorm curtains are closed, and Gyuvin lies sprawled across the sheets, half asleep, his hair tousled and his eyes closing every few minutes. After these two hours, they can cuddle up all morning until Gyuvin has to get ready for his afternoon classes.
Behind the screen, Hanbin is explaining the lesson, the slides advancing, the chat filled with comments. Everything is normal until Hanbin loses focus, his voice getting softer until it’s completely silent. He lowers his gaze, frowns slightly, and then smiles.
“Oh, BaoBao… I didn’t know you were in here,” Hanbin doesn’t turn off the camera or mute the microphone.
A small dog appears on screen, with the paws resting in front of the computer and the head tilted to the side, now occupying the center of the scene.
“No, you can’t help me teach the class,” Hanbin chuckled softly, gently adjusting the puppy. “But you must remain silent, yeah?”
“Gyuvin, look at this,” Ricky calls, making Gyuvin crane his neck to see the screen but without being caught by the computer camera.
“Is that a dog?” Gyuvin murmurs. Ricky nods enthusiastically.
“Okay,” Hanbin returns to the class, still smiling, “let’s continue before my assistant decides to hog all the attention.”
As if there weren’t enough interruptions, someone knocks on the door. Hanbin looks up from his screen and blinks once. “Just a second, class.”
Hanbin stands up, still holding BaoBao, leaves the camera on and the microphone open again, and attends to whoever interrupted him. Gyuvin is more awake and more attentive to Ricky’s class—to the dog, actually—. The chair is empty in front of the desk, the camera now points to an odd corner of the room, a light-colored wall, part of a shelf, nothing that reveals much. But the microphone is still on.
“Why are you out of bed, babe?” Hanbin asks. “Did your fever go down?”
“I feel better,” the other voice says. “I was looking for BaoBao, I need some company and moral support so I can fall asleep again.”
Gyuvin raises his head quickly, not caring who might see him. Ricky remains without moving in front of the screen, his heart racing fast. He can’t see anyone, but he doesn’t need to. It’s a clear male voice, unmistakable to those who have heard it before in a different classroom.
The next event happens so fast that it doesn’t let them recover from their initial shock, rather, it intensifies it. They hear a gasp, and suddenly BaoBao is in front of the camera again, his furry body almost on top of the computer.
“BaoBao, wait!”
Out of pure reflex, they both move at the same time. Hanbin takes a hurried step toward the computer, and Hao also moves, albeit more slowly.
“Come here, baby,” Hao says to the dog.
“Hao, no. Leave it to me, I’ll grab her.”
And then Hao is fully visible—loose pajamas, a sweater over them, his hair slightly disheveled, and his face pale. Hao suddenly freezes, something clicking a second late. His gaze shifts from the dog to the screen, more than twenty frames, familiar faces, some frozen in surprise, others with their mouths barely open.
Ricky puts a hand to his mouth, watching Hao tense up with the dog in his arms, sick, in his pajamas.
“Why is your camera on?”
“Oh, I didn’t think—” Hanbin suddenly stops. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not getting away with this.” Hao straightens up. “Go back to your class, Hanbin.”
“Don’t forget to take your medications before you go to sleep,” Hanbin says carefully. Hao is no longer visible on the screen, but Ricky knows he gave Hanbin a serious look.
Hanbin exits the screen again, and Ricky stares at Gyuvin, both unable to believe what just happened. A few seconds later, Hanbin returns, with a small smile and a shy expression.
“I apologize for that,” Hanbin lets out an awkward laugh, with a hand on the back of his neck.
“It’s alright, Professor Sung, we know it wasn’t intentional,” someone says. Hanbin smiles, a little embarrassed. “We hope Professor Zhang recovers soon.”
“I think I have an angry husband to make up for. Again.”
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yes, professor sung hanbin and professor zhang hao are husbands.
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