english teacher - Kim Taehyung

part two

he smokes cigarettes, with two big arms filled up with tats.

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The next day, I was standing in front of my school. I looked up at it, noticing it looked just about the same as the first year building. The only thing different thing was the colour. The first year building was a pale yellow and this one was a bright red matching the tie I was wearing.

I sighed and then started walking to the doors. Before I could even take two steps, I hear my name being called. I look to my left and see Jimin, my best friend, running full speed towards me with a messed up uniform. I look behind him and see some first-year girls in their short skirts giggling at him. Whatever Jimin had just done, I would most likely hear about it all soon.

"You son of a b*tch!" I yelled at him. Jimin had gone on a trip over the summer, leaving me behind, and had said he wouldn't be back until a few days after school started, instead, now I see him running full speed at me, which of course, lead to me getting pushed to the ground because Jimin doesn't know when to stop.

Groaning from my back hitting the concrete below me and also with Jimin on top of me, I realize I might as well just call it a good life and pass now. But of course, instead, I hear a voice yelling at us. The thing was, the voice was quite familiar. Trying to peek around Jimin who had turned his head to look at the voice too, I only see combat boots a few feet from me. It doesn't click into my head who it is until Jimin completely gets off of me, nearly tripping over himself, and I see the peachy pink lips from yesterday. I look up more and see his dark eyes that seemed as if he wasn't only looking at me, but looking into me.

I unconsciously gulp while still on the ground. The man extends his hand out to me, clearly trying to help me up. I see that he was much more buff than I had thought when I saw him yesterday, then again, I wasn't paying too much attention.

It takes me a second, but I then take his hand. Jimin is already in a low bow, so I decide to quickly follow his example.

This suck up.

After a few moments in the bow, the man speaks in the same deep voice, "It's your first day, so I won't give you two detention slips, just be glad it wasn't someone else."

With that, he walks off to the doors of the red building. I get out of the bow and look after him. Jimin then violently shakes me from my side and says, "Dude, he's so cool, did you see his tattoos peeking out from his sleeves? I bet he has like, a hundred tattoos."

I nod my head, barely listening to him. I watch as the man waves at a few female students who end up becoming shy blushing messes. I scoff at this, wondering why exactly he was at the school. Before I could think too much of it, the school bell rings, and all of the students outside start rushing in through the doors, including Jimin and me.

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The first day was definitely not the best it could be. There were already pranks happening all over the school. Teachers were boring as ever, and of course, people were talking sh*t behind my back, just because of who my father was.

It was nothing new, I was used to it by now, but still, it had been years, it would nice if I had other friends other than Jimin, but I wasn't as outgoing as he was. He was class president, had great grades, and was also a dancer. I barely got decent grades and there was nothing special about me unless you count my father, but I don't think so, it's just a stigma on me.

Thankfully, the day was about to be over, I just had one last class, stupid English. I wouldn't have taken this class if I had a choice, but I have to since dearest Appa wants me to be fluent in another language for business.

I walk into the classroom and don't find anyone I completely hate. That was good. There were just a lot more female students than I expected though...

I decide to take the seat in the front closest to the door. It was only about 5 feet away from the teacher's desk who wasn't there at the moment. 

As everyone else in the class kept chatting away, talking about some new hot teacher, though I didn't pick up too much on it, I just laid my head down on the desk, waiting to get this all over with. Finally, the bell rang. The door opened and I assumed it was the teacher. I looked up and was met with the same dark eyes as this morning and yesterday.

"Sleeping won't be tolerated in my class, kid. So I recommend you get up with a piece of paper and a pencil," he looked up to the rest of the class and said, "I'm Mr Kim, and I want all of you to translate what I write on the board to English."

I quickly take out some paper and a pencil from my backpack, hearing some people snickering at me from the back. When I look back up at the board, I saw Mr Kim had written a sentence. He went to go sit at his desk and looked at all of us working. After a few minutes, I finally got the sentence, or I at least hoped I did.

Right when I finished, Mr Kim looked up and asked us all to bring our papers to the front. He asked us to go sit back down and talk quietly with our friends. I decide to just sit there, there wasn't anything else for me to do anyway.

After a good 15 minutes, Mr Kim tells us to come and collect our papers, I go up last, and I see the grade on my paper. A big fat zero. Before I can leave from his desk, Mr Kim says to me, "See me after class," he of course didn't say it quietly and ends up letting everyone else know that I got a zero. Even more snickering could be heard. I mutter and ok and head back to my seat. He starts the lesson, but I barely pay attention. 

There was one thing on my mind though, why did I feel like he was looking at me a lot more than needed?

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