Love Is A Waste Of Time

Jeongcheol 8

The news spread like a fire in school.

The desperate eyes would gang up on any teacher students found compatible enough to question their curiosity. Seungcheol though haven't met any student who wanted to ask him about teacher Yoon's health.

It was obvious, because no one expected that he would answer.

"Teacher Choi," The principal called out the second he entered inside the staff room, and Seungcheol who was gathering his stuffs to make his way to his class, immediately halted, looking at the senior as he bowed lightly for greeting, "Sir."

"Can you take Teacher Yoon's class for today?" The principal sounded wary, "I think you'll be the best option to make them understand what is happening."

Seungcheol though doesn't agree with that statement, "I think I might be the last suitable option for that sir," He says calmly, hands holding the notes tightly, "They don't like me. I am afraid they wouldn't even ask me about what had happened."

"You are never sure of that Teacher Choi." The principal was firm on his words, "Please, take their class for today, I'll arrange a substitute for teacher Yoon's classes till then."

"I have a class too, sir." Seungcheol tried to think it was more important, not an ounce of his blood ready to face those children and tell in which state he had seen their teacher.

Jeonghan was like a father to them. They will not take it well.

And it was him telling that, chances were more that they won't take it well if he was the one telling them.

"I'll tell someone else to substitute it." The principal walks towards his side and pats his back, a defeated smile encouraging Seungcheol for the upcoming war with class A, "Take care of them for today."

Seungcheol wasn't really sure if he was capable of doing that.

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There was few things that made class A entirely different from class B,

One of them was patience.

Class A lacked patience from their core, maybe it was all Jeonghan's fault, for not strengthening their backs and making them understand the importance of shutting up their mouths when it was needed.

Seungcheol's class was immensely good at that, in reading the room, in understanding what should be said when and where, what type of situation can lead them to where. They were reckless, no doubt, but they never went against of his one raised brow daring them to cross the line.

Jeonghan's class was entirely different. Well, because, the only person they are willing to listen is Jeonghan himself, who was no more there to order or fix them around.

It was one of the main reason why Seungcheol thought sending him inside that zoo whose zoo keeper was on a break, was an immensely stupid idea. He stands in front of their class, the door partially opened and partially closed, and he rethinks whether he should exchange his given task to some other teacher.

He should, probably. But then there was something inside his chest that turned upside down, that made him want to see Jeonghan's kids, that made him feel the responsibility of being a teacher.

Seungcheol holds the door and opens it at one instance, thinking that whether it was him it someone else telling them that, it shouldn't matter. In the end, the results and outcomes were all same.

It was his job, and Seungcheol was never the one to run away from such things.

He enters inside, and all of sudden the students stood up to pay their respects. The teacher scanned the whole class. They were all here, all twenty three of them, and as Seungcheol tells them to sit down, Seungkwan immediately jumps in between their calculated moments to sit on their chairs.