Transcendence.

Chapter 9. Full Circle.

Well Tannies, it's the final chapter, or was the previous one the last? You decide.
Anyhoo, I hope this chapter will answer some qouou might have, so... belt up, and read. Awrite?!

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Mr Park Jimin was sitting in the quiet, peaceful classroom,  perusing through a collection of musty old books that he'd been meaning to sort out for months.
Some interesting, and definite keepers, but some, rather tatty, worn and fit for little more than recycling. Books were precious, and he was loathe to part with any of them at all, to tell the truth, but it is what it is, and you can't make a silk purse from a sows ear.

Can you?

He was reading through an art history book of royalty and nobles that had once ruled the Jinhae province, and its surrounding land. Pages filled with photographic replica's of portraits, in glorious colour, of family dynasties going back hundreds of years.

The teacher's eyes eagerly absorbed all the beautiful images of people and properties, drinking in all the simplistic beauty of days gone by, dreamily visualising what it must've been like to have lived that far away in the past, when he froze. His eyes widening in shock, at what he was seeing.
Staring right back at him, clear as day was a head shot, of a very familiar looking young man.
Familiar because not only had he remembered this is where he'd seen his face before, but also the fact, that one of his students had been sketching this image, non stop.
Of course where is the big deal in that, you may wonder?
It's likely the boy had scoured the book's pages and the image of this particular boy, stuck with him. Not that it would have been surprising, he was a very beautiful looking individual. Not someone you'd easily dismiss from memory.
No, it was more to fact that Jungkook, his student, had told him he'd seen the boy in the picture, around the school... Recently.

Impossible?

Maybe, maybe not...

Springing swiftly from his seat, a smile spread across his handsome face, as he made his way through the corridors of the school, and deftly headed up the stairway towards the attic, an odd excitement gleaming in his dark eyes.

Pushing inside the room, his hand still resting on the ornate door knob, he came to a stand still. At the far end of the room, a tall figure stood, hands in pockets as it appears to be studying something leaning against the back wall.
With slow, tentative steps, the teacher began to approach the silent form. Delicate, tiny hairs on the back of his hands and neck, stirred, quivered and stood on end, as the harsh brightness of the light, now streaming in through the window, caught, and blinded him momentarily.
Small dark shadows seemed to whisper on the edges of his peripheral vision, before dancing instantly away, the room suddenly duller than it was when he entered only moments before.

"Excuse me," he spoke clearly, confidently.

Fear? I know nothing, of fear, he thought firmly. Even if it turns out to be a gun toting, knife wielding, bat swinging craze ball, there's noo need to let him know you're shitting your pants...

"Mr Park," the deep voice broke through the teacher's reverie.
He hadn't even realised he'd checked out for the moment, busy worry so much about the fact it could be a homicidal maniac, that he didn't see or hear the potential nut case, move.
But there he was, large as life, even with the unforgiving stream of light that scored across his face, brutally enhancing the fact his skin was perfect and unblemished, was Mr Kim, the English professor.

"I was just saying, I didn't realise anyone else was up here," he smiled, his dimples, beautiful hollows on his smooth cheeks.

"I wonder what his skin care regime is.." Jimin vaguely wondered.