who am i?

extra: welcome back suga-sungsaengnim

The hallway buzzed with anticipation as word spread that Yoongi-sunsaengnim would be returning to school that morning.

Students whispered excitedly, unable to contain their smiles. After everything they'd seen, everything they'd heard, he wasn't just a teacher to them—he was a mentor, a protector, a true friend who cared deeply for their growth and well-being.

Jungkook, in his familiar position as sports teacher, watched the scene unfold with a proud smile. He'd been part of the protests and support that pressured the school to reinstate Yoongi.

Even as he guided students through basketball drills or monitored gym class, he'd rallied anyone who would listen, emphasizing the importance of having a teacher like Yoongi around.

The school bell rang, and Jungkook made his way to the main entrance, a hint of impatience in his stride. It wasn't long before Yoongi appeared, stepping through the school gates, his usual calm demeanor masking the subtle surprise in his eyes as he took in the sight before him.

A group of students had gathered, some holding signs with heartfelt messages like: "Welcome back, Suga-sunsaengnim!" and "Thank you for everything, Yoongi-sunsaengnim!"

Their eyes sparkled with gratitude as they cheered, clapping and chanting his name.

Yoongi took a hesitant step forward, his face slightly flushed as he processed the unexpected welcome. He wasn't one for the spotlight, and this kind of attention was a little overwhelming. But his students' smiles, the warmth in their eyes—they reminded him exactly why he did this work.

Jungkook caught his eye, grinning widely. "You really thought we'd let you go that easily?" he teased, clapping Yoongi on the back. "These kids weren't going to let their favorite teacher disappear without a fight."

Yoongi managed a small smile, his heart swelling. "I didn't expect... all of this," he admitted, taking in the crowd of familiar faces. It wasn't just his own students who had come to greet him—students from other classes had joined, teachers had gathered in the background, and even parents had shown up to witness the occasion.

One of Yoongi's students, a girl from his math class, approached with a shy smile, holding a small bouquet of flowers. "We really missed you, sunsaengnim. Things weren't the same without you," she said, offering the bouquet with a slight bow.

Touched, Yoongi took the flowers, meeting her eyes. "Thank you," he said softly, feeling the weight of his gratitude. "I missed all of you too. More than I can say."

With that, he led the students inside, Jungkook by his side, the two of them exchanging a few amused glances as they walked through the hallways together. Their students continued to cheer, some tossing confetti and holding up posters they'd crafted in the art room just for this occasion.As they entered the classroom, Yoongi found his desk piled high with handmade cards from his students, each expressing their gratitude for his return.

Some messages were simple but heartfelt: "Thank you for standing up for us," while others wrote, "You make math worth it." Throughout the day, students would pop by his room, bringing little gifts or words of appreciation.

Even the principal, though visibly cautious, offered a respectful nod in his direction when they crossed paths. The staff had seen the students' loyalty and understood now that Yoongi's presence was more than just about academics.

By the end of the day, everything was slowly returning to normal, but with a new, unbreakable connection. Yoongi's students respected him not just as a teacher but as someone who had fought for them, who saw their value and wouldn't let them face life alone. His reputation as "Suga-sunsaengnim" had evolved from a nickname to a title filled with admiration and trust.

Jungkook leaned against Yoongi's desk as the final bell rang, the classroom emptying out. "Welcome back," he said with a grin, looking around at the cards, flowers, and notes of gratitude scattered across the room. "It looks like you're the school legend now."

Yoongi chuckled softly, glancing at the cards once more, his eyes filled with a quiet pride. "I'm just... glad to be back," he murmured.

As they left the school together, heading toward the familiar streets of the city, both knew that this was more than just a job for Yoongi—it was a calling, a life shared with his students. They'd faced challenges together, and each step forward strengthened their bond. From that day on, his students not only saw him as their teacher but as their mentor and friend, knowing that no matter what, "Suga-sunsaengnim"  would always have their backs.

Later that evening, back at the Kim residence, Yoongi returned home to find his family waiting, a celebration already in full swing. Jin had arranged a special dinner, the table set with their favorite dishes, and Namjoon had even decorated the dining area with fairy lights and banners reading, "Welcome Home, Suga-sunsaengnim!" In their own way, they wanted to make Yoongi feel just as cherished and celebrated as his students had.

As soon as he walked in, he was greeted with a resounding cheer from the entire household.

"Yoongi-hyung! Our legendary teacher is back!" Taehyung grinned, raising his glass in a toast. "You really didn't think we'd let you get off easy, did you?" Jungkook teased, pulling Yoongi into a tight hug.Jimin was next, his eyes sparkling with pride. "You have no idea how proud we are of you, hyung. What you did that day—that's exactly why you're a role model, for us and for them.".

Yoongi's face flushed under the attention, but he couldn't hide the quiet happiness in his eyes. "It's just... good to be back," he said softly, smiling as he took in the warmth and love filling the room.

They settled around the table, laughter and lighthearted stories flowing as the evening unfolded. Jin had prepared Yoongi's favorite dishes—spicy stews, delicate side dishes, and even a celebratory cake with "Suga-sunsaengnim" written in icing across the top.

As the meal continued, Namjoon lifted his glass, the room falling into a comfortable hush. "To Yoongi," he said, his voice steady and full of pride. "For standing up not only for his students but for himself. You've shown us, once again, why you're a part of this family."

"To Yoongi!" the rest of them chorused, clinking their glasses together.After dinner, Taehyung put on some music, and they moved into the living room, laughing as Jungkook tried to teach Yoongi a few dance moves while Jimin cheered them on. Even Namjoon J-hope and Jin joined in, the living room filled with laughter as they celebrated Yoongi's return in their own unique way.

As the night wound down, Yoongi sat back on the couch, a quiet, contented smile gracing his face as he looked around at the people who had become his family. This celebration, like the welcome he'd received at school, was more than just a show of support—it was a reminder of the journey he'd taken, of the bonds he'd formed, and of the new life he'd built for himself.

With his family beside him and his students behind him, Yoongi knew he was exactly where he belonged.