Ages: CN 29 HJ 17 TRIPLETS 14 JN 12
Italics used when English is being spoken.
October 2020
Chan was in his office, neck deep in paperwork, when his phone started ringing.
He quickly looked at it to see whether he should answer or not.
It was the triplets school.
Chan could literally feel his anger rising.
"What did he do now?!" He thought to himself.
He had told Jisung in VERY concrete words, that he was NOT dealing with ANY more complaints from his teachers.
He told him expressly that when they started at their new school, he expected a completely clean record by the end of the year.
It had only been a couple months since the kids started, so he felt furious.
He answered the call expectantly.
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"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Christopher?"
"Yes."
"Hi. This is Mr. Clarke, Peter's teacher."
"Oh, Yes. Hi."
"I'm just calling to inform you of a slight incident today in class."
Chan nearly let out an audible sigh, but managed to subdue it.
"Oh? What happened?" He asked.
"Well, it appears that during P.E, one of the kids spiked a volleyball, and it hit Peter in the face."
"Oh~" Chan said with way too much relief. "Is he okay?" He quickly added.
"Oh, yeah. The nurse checked him and his nose isn't broken, but it's quite swollen, so he should probably go home and lay down with an ice pack."
"Oh. Okay. I'll come as soon as I can."
"Alright, I'll let him know."
"Thanks."
"Oh, and just to let you know, he did seem a little nervous about me calling you. He wanted to just walk home, but it's protocol that we inform parents about injuries."
"Oh, yeah. No, of course! Thank you for calling me. I'll pick him up."
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Chan quickly went off to the school.
As he drove, a pang of guilt hit him.
He never wanted Jisung to feel nervous to tell him about an accidental injury.
He went into the school and quickly found Jisung. He was sitting outside the staff room with his head resting back against the wall, his teacher beside him.
"That's your dad right?" The teacher asked with a reassuring smile.
"Mmhmm." Jisung hummed as he looked over, holding an ice pack on his face.
Chan tilted his head sympathetically as he walked up.
"Hey kiddo."
"Hi." Jisung mumbled.
The teacher explained a few things, and also reminded Chan of the upcoming parent-teacher meeting on Friday, and then they went on their way back to the car.
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