Once best friends and now fierce rivals, Y/N and J-Hope are forced to confront their turbulent past when they both enter the biggest dance competition of their lives. Once inseparable on and off the dance floor, a mysterious betrayal shattered their...
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The afternoon sun streamed through the windows as you and Irene walked to your final class of the day. The hallway buzzed with students hurrying to their next destinations. You both made your way to the familiar classroom and settled into your usual spots near the middle of the room. As the minutes ticked by, more students trickled in.
Among them, you spotted J-hope. He stood out effortlessly in his boyfriend outfit—a snug, pastel pink hoodie layered over a crisp white t-shirt, paired with ripped jeans that hugged just right. His hair, slightly tousled, fell perfectly into place, giving him a laid-back yet charming vibe. He smiled as he chatted with his friends, his laughter contagious even from across the room.
YOU: Irene, have you seen the time? you asked, glancing at your phone.
Where's the teacher?
Irene looked at her wristwatch and then at you, her brow furrowed. She gave a small shrug, her hand gesture mirroring your concern.
Just then, the classroom door creaked open. A hush fell over the room as everyone turned to look. In walked a strikingly handsome young man, easily in his mid-twenties, with an air of confidence that immediately drew attention. His round glasses framed his deep-set, intelligent eyes, and his dark hair was styled neatly, complementing his chiseled features. He wore a tailored blazer over a casual shirt, exuding an effortless blend of sophistication and approachability.
"What a hottie," "He's so handsome," and other similar remarks spread across the room. You smiled to yourself—you couldn't agree more. Mr. Thompson was reliable but... old. He didn't make lessons fun. But now you look forward to your classes.
???: Good afternoon, everyone.
The unknown man began, his voice smooth and captivating.
???: I apologize for the delay. My name is Mr. Sinclair, and I'll be your substitute teacher for a while.
The room was silent, the students hanging onto his every word. Mr. Sinclair smiled, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips as he noticed the captivated expressions.
MR. SINCLAIR: Professor Thompson has taken an uncalled break. Mr. Sinclair continued, glancing around the room. Until further notice, I'll be handling his classes. I promise to make this session worth your while.
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You glanced at Irene, who was already mesmerized by the teacher, her expression showing it all. You gave her a nudge, and she startled, snapping out of her trance.
YOU: This is going to be interesting.
You whispered to her, a grin spreading across your face.
IRENE: Yeah... Very interesting.
Irene murmured; her cheeks slightly flushed.
TIME SKIP
The day had flown by in a blur of activity, and now you found yourself standing in your new hostel room, exhausted. Boxes lay scattered around, plushies and clothes still waiting to be stacked neatly in the wardrobe. You sighed at the scene—shifting was never easy.
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Closing the door behind you, you dropped your bag onto the bed and immediately set to work, determined to complete the remaining tasks. You began by unpacking a box of clothes and carefully hanging them up in the wardrobe. Each item found its place, bringing a semblance of order to the chaos.
Next, you turned your attention to the plushies, arranging them on a shelf above your bed. Their familiar faces brought a sense of comfort and made the room feel a little more like home.
As you continued to organize, your thoughts drifted back to the day's events, particularly Mr. Sinclair's first class. The image of his confident smile and the captivated looks of your classmates replayed in your mind, making you smile. The transition to this new phase of life was daunting, but moments like these hinted at the exciting possibilities ahead.
With a final sigh, you stepped back to survey your progress. The room was slowly starting to take shape, and the sense of accomplishment warmed you. The hard part was almost over, and soon, this new space would feel like your own little sanctuary.
Feeling the weight of the day's efforts bearing down on you, you decided to take a break. You lay down on the bed, intending to rest for just a moment. The mattress felt soft and inviting, and before you knew it, your eyes grew heavy. You fell asleep almost immediately, your body giving in to the exhaustion.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Behind the quill
Dear Readers, I wanted to take a moment to apologize for the shorter episode this time around. Life has a way of throwing curveballs when we least expect them, and unfortunately, it impacted my writing schedule. I deeply appreciate your understanding and patience. I promise that the next episode will be packed with even more excitement and developments to make up for it. Thank you for sticking with me in this journey. Your support means the world to me.
