From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"IT'S TIME WELL SPENT IF IT'S SPENT WITH YOU."
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JUNE 10, 2015 — 8:10 AM
"So, you all came to class early for once," Mr. Jung rolled his eyes, slamming his hands against the podium. We all laughed at his silly fit of anger, his arms soon crossing. "Well, I can't believe my sophomore class is graduating so beautifully. You all worked so hard this year, and you deserve the long rest that's needed."
We continued to listen to his short lecture, the man moving around his desk before sitting on top of it. He rolled up his sleeves, taking off his glasses.
"I have to give it to you guys, a lot of my students in the past didn't have good scores passing their sophomore year—maybe because I was a bad teacher or because I was such an easy-going one," He said, causing us to deny the first statement. "However, I really put my hope into you guys this year. This is one of my favorite years yet, so thank you for making it your year, but also mine."
He suddenly turned to Yena, who perked up from his eyes. "Kim Yena, the girl who always brought coffee and snacks to class because she couldn't eat breakfast at home," Yena rolled her eyes, everyone snickering. "You graduated with one of the highest marks this year. Third of our class—yet always so prone to giving away her k-pop photocards in trade for other ones. Surprising."
"Mr. Jung, if you just wanted a Jungkook photocard from my new album, you don't have to humiliate me about it," She joked, taking it from her phone case and showing it to the class. Mr. Jung rolled his eyes, soon looking at Taehyun.
"Kang Taehyun, you're super shy and quiet that it almost frightened me when you volunteered to come up to answer a few math problems," Taehyun giggled to himself, raking back his hair. "You often judged from the back, so you getting second place in our class with top marks was quite the scare. Good for you, though—you're going to grow up well."
"You're not the first, Mr. Jung," He rested his head on his elbow, perking his shoulders. "Some say I drift like a ghost. Wooo~ woo—"
"Son, that's enough," Mr. Jung interrupted, all of us cracking up at Taehyun's cute pout. However, the surprise definitely came when his eyes landed on me, a leg of his crossing over the other. "My, oh my, Yang Yihwa..."
